This wasn't the Moonseye. It was far too dark, too cold, and undoubtedly too loud. I watched as those bipedal amalgamations tore apart my brethren, the snapping of their bones, organs and flesh echoing through the somehow breathable water down here in this hell. I, Abraham Tarsus, was one of the few lucky enough to even bear a blade against these monsters. Though fighting a number this large would only end my life in the same manner as the unfortunate others.
Was this hell? Had I perhaps slain so many that even the great celestials themselves feared my appearance? No. This was impossible. Never before has this happened. There were far too many corpses on the ground, too much screaming. Something was occurring at home, I felt rumbling from the dark skies above, a stone roof blotted with the occasional hole, shedding light on me like a window in a dark cell.
I heard a large crash behind me, and there stood one of those bipedal creatures, towering meters above me with it's dark blue skin blending into the deep blue waters around us. It's yellow eyes stared me down emotionlessly, examining if I was worthy to become his next victim. Before the creature could strike, or even turn it's body for a swipe, I had plunged my greatsword deep into it's gut. The creature reeled back in agony, giving off a loud roar before attempting to grab me. I moved out of harms way, and struck its side another powerful blow, this time killing it as it's body went limp on the sandy floors.
The creature's dying roar attracted many other creatures to my location. Giant Crustaceans, Threshers, even Gigameds charged at me from all sides. I tried all I could, tore apart everything that came in my way, but even after all of them lay in ruin, I was hanging on only by a thread. Perhaps I had done too much in this life. They had abandoned me to lay waste in this hellhole alone.
I felt the cold sensation of metal piercing my frame, and I watched as the sharp end of a sword burst from my chest, covered in my own blood. I felt no pain, and I could only look back to see a humanoid figure. It looked nothing like what I had ever seen. It resembled an angel, yet it's body was black. Even the very clothing it wore, it's mask, and wings were all black. That wretched thing, it smiled, I could've sworn it smiled under that mask it bore.
I fell on my knees, blood running down my chin and onto my clothes in drops, trickles, and then streams. I looked behind me and saw that the angel had removed the blade from my back, and slowly began to walk away. It stopped for only a moment, gazing back at me, as if it were teasing me, taunting me, possibly even praising me. Nevertheless, I felt the sweet embrace of death falling upon me. My sword hit the sandy grounds with a thump as it dropped my from shaking hands, and my vision began to blur.
My body had lost control, and it was now at the mercy of gravity. I lost feeling in my tongue, then I felt no pain, not even pleasure. My body began to tilt forward as my vision faltered, and I thought about my life, the people I've killed, the battles I fought, the things I have done. I felt fear, feeling as if my existence were to end in this hellhole of a place, filled with nothing but sadistic beings that cared for nothing but of my death.
My body hit the ground face first, and my vision went blank. I felt my body sinking deeper into the sand, and finally, my ears gave out. I finally felt peace.