Chaos & Ruin

When the Gates fell apart..

Gerion's mind drifted back to the times he loathed the most...the raging and dancing flames of yellow and red, the distant screams and wailings as more and more blades ripped into soft and delicate flesh, but most of all that loaming figure...that shroud of darkness that engulfed all that lay by it. Child,woman, men...all lay victims to its subjugating scythe: a blade as dark as oblivion, shining in it red reflection as the fires danced upon it,preying on the poor souls as they lay by.

Gerion couldn't move..for that uncanny feeling of fear crept through him....its all a dream.. a distant memory; but all that vividness, all that genuinity associated with it .....he had no choice but let the feeling engulf him and for the first time...Gerion felt fear....torment ate away at him and he knew what he had seen.

That dark shroud ..that dark mist and those bony hands......that scythe forged of oblivion..

He had lain his eyes upon he who took away everyone after his time on earth had been put to an end ....he had met Death....

And that was when lost in his haze and nightmare ...Gerion heard the cries and wailings... but these were too close..to vivid to be a simple flashback and one look outside told him enough.

Throwing away the curtain his eyes gazed into a resurrection of the dreams that haunted him at night and now they had come back to life again....chaos and ruin.

The Gate had fallen apart...and chaos and turmoil reigned as he saw the fire spread throughout the village...leaving death all around.The procession had been reduced to corpses and the pealing of the bell had been usurped by the wailing and war cries that the infiltrators now scouring the city let out.  Ecstatic he reached out for his clothes that lay by the window sill..... and then,just as he was about to move away, he saw the black fog as it slowly approached and with it The Angel of Death.

Ands that when he heard the prolonged roar before everything before erupted in flames.