Darkness, silence... Lost in the depths of a collapsing dungeon, Ryuji's hands reached out, grasping at the cold, moist mud slipping down his black claws and armoured flesh.
A low rumble of voices mixed and blended into a dreary old hymn. The hymn of the forgotten ones, their song of rejoice!
"So the Betrayer awakens, and now the hands of fate shall move once again."
"He who resists, fights and rebels until no desires remain."
"The King of demons, but a puppet of the gods. Destined to free the forsaken."
"In the end, his efforts mean nothing; everything will be taken."
"Alas, Betrayer, we praise thee."
"He who sets us free!"
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Pain, Ryuji wrapped his long arms around his body, the black armour torn to shreds, unable to recover with the constant black ooze dissolving the material.
