The crowd of the inevitably deceased, rot in fate and fate alone but pain was not a factor to destruction said the ringing of steel. Watching them living among those who- SCrEECh came the west, snatching panic out of their lungs and hardening the job, the only option lied to retreat. A trail had almost drawn itself upon the wall from the high balcony, a path way engulfed in light as if it were a deity... Of righteousness... Small cobblestone bits began descending as the balcony got closer, their frightful screams why so loud? Is that the sound of torture? Pain? Or proud delight? The mask that frowned rushed to become upside down burning in the maroon light of which cackled in their end of life, putrid strife struck the air and incomes a cackle from the antichrist. A black void quickly enveloped the sights and now distance dwarfs the balcony rapidly ascending into the sky...
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A consciousness brewed in the abyss of corpses, hollow shells shed among the crimson ocean lying torn apart underneath the death roaches. Maroon light shun upon a hole layered in black roses withering and flowing into a shadowy forest, black stains smeared the ground as rain befell from a choking grip. Into the depths of nothing filled by bodies reeking their hopeless outcome dropped for a demon to salvage but light beats dark and the undying truth only serves as a farce to the dark shouting to alarm pain through the mark yet a black pool still sparks releasing a repulsive shine like a bomb within the hea-...