Capítulo 1: Chapter 1 - Where it all end
The world was screaming.
The sky was bleeding.
The lifeforms were dying.
The color red that was once the culprit of something ignificent.
Was now the favorite color of a painter.
A terror.
Having been killed by the world and stained with the color red.
He, who was a victim, was now singing the advent of an end.
The advent of an everlasting revenge.
The end of his hell and the start of everyone judgment.
He, who was a fallen.
Was now standing before the favor of heaven.
With a sword against his throat.
Surrounded by red.
Surrounded by flames.
The world had been put in flames.
By him.
The fallen.
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"Ambrose Koxias, look around you. Don't you find it beautiful? This magnificent scenery of red, of flames. My personal hell."
"..."
"Do you hear all of those people singing because you have failed to stop me, the vows, the damn vows that you have been unable to keep."
The fallen, the leader and the only member of the Defilers. That was the only information that the world had on him.
"Fallen... just... just why? What did we do..."
Covered in wounds, with broken and missing parts, the fallen was face to face with the light of the world.
Surrounded by despair, surrounded by his wraith.
"What I am? Well, I have been pounding on this question for a while now, and you're the only one who know my secret."
"..."
"The other."
"...I should have killed you."
"But you didn't. You have killed the other one."
"Yes, I know..."
The fallen smile, he grabbed the swords forcefully and pulled it closer to his throat.
"I will die the way I have always wanted, light."
Bitting his lips, his words were stuck, light was struggling, and his hand shaking, he didn't want to kill the fallen, no. He was incapable of killing him. His resolve was nonewhere to be find.
The light was broken.
"We can find a solution... we can still -"
"No, light, it's too late."
Fallen was once his best friend, his companion. He had saved him, no. They had saved him and now his sword was against the throat of his savior. His light.
"This is a goodbye light."
"No..."
"If there's a next life, I hope we'll meet again."
"No…"
"Light."
Knowing that light will never slice his throat, the fallen set himself ablaze, The light watches his body being engulfed in flame.
"This is a goodbye."
The light watching in daze, till only the ashes of the fallen remain.
Falling on his knees, his heart aches, feeling an unrepairable pain, he screams.
The flames were craving.
As the light lost the spark in his eyes, He grabbed his sword.
And put an end to his life.