War is the only failure of politicians in politics. War is not about ideology or freedom; it's about money and power.
But…
Some wars aren't about money and power. Some are about revenge.
Revenge against a single person.
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Cold winds cut through the destroyed city, carrying the scent of damp earth, mixed with the thick, raw, and metallic stench of blood that clung to the air like rusted chains.
The streets reeked of death, blood, burnt flesh, and something fouler, something rotten.
Among the ruins stood a lone figure…
That figure could no longer be considered human.
A demon…
Perhaps…
He was tall and muscular, with piercing purple-colored eyes and white hair, his bangs dangling all the way down to his eyes. Three pairs of black wings spread from his back.
At a glance, he looked more like an angel who had fallen from the grace of heaven.
He stood still in the desolation, humming a song…
"London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down…"
Step!
Step!
"Why?"
"Why did you do it?"
A tall, muscular man with blonde hair and crystal-blue eyes asked, his voice heavy with exhaustion as he walked toward the figure.
"London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady…"
The humming stopped. The figure turned to face the man.
The man was visibly weary. His steps wavered as if each one drained the last of his strength. His boots scraped against the dirt…
Sigh!
"Look at you… once a prideful person. Now, what have you become? Nothing but a shell of your former self," the figure said.
The man clenched his fists but didn't respond. The figure stood before him, unmoving.
Once more, the man asked,
"Why did you do it?"
"Why did you kill her?"
The figure smirked,
"Oh, her? She was no longer needed."
The man's expression darkened as he lunged forward, rage consuming him.
"You bastard!!!"
Yet the figure remained unbothered. He didn't move. With a mere gesture, he extended his hand, stopping the man mid-air.
"Such anger… What a waste," the figure mused.
"She loved you. She gave up everything for you. And yet… you killed her."
"Why?" the man demanded, his voice trembling with fury.
The figure chuckled.
"Why, you ask? Just as I said—she was no longer needed. So, I disposed of her."
The man's eyes burned with grief and rage.
"Look around you! You destroyed everything! The world is in ruins. Everyone who loved you, you killed them!"
"Is this what you wanted?" the man asked.
The figure smiled.
"Maybe."
The man's body tensed.
"You…!!!!!"
In a sudden burst of energy, he broke free from the figure's grasp.
"You're a lost cause."
His grip tightened around his weapon.
"I will kill you—no matter what!!!"
The figure's eyes widened slightly. Then, his grin grew wider.
"Yes…
This is how it should be.
You're finally going all out!"
Excitement flickered in his glowing purple eyes.
The man lunged once more.
***
The fight that would decide the future had finally begun.
"Now then… Let the game begin."
The figure sprinted toward him, a wild smile on his face.
They clashed.
BOOM!
"I'm done with your games, you monster!!!" the man roared.
The figure tilted his head.
"Are you sure?"
The man gritted his teeth.
"You will die today. No matter what!!!"
"Ryker."
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[A/N: Here is the preview.... 'Kill The Extra' will officially came out on march 23rd]