Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid Children roam the streets now orphans of war Bodies hanging in the streets to adore
"We will kill anyone in our way. I want everyone who does not obey dead. Report when you find the keeper of this dimension. Do not kill him. Understood." I stand in the depths of Hell looking out to the army.
Royal flames will carve the path in chaos Bringing daylight to the night Death is riding in the town with armor Because thail take all your rights
The army of twenty thousand demons does not argue. They stand there with tattered wing, and black goo dripping from their eyes and mouth. Such stupid easily controlled creatures.
Blood is spilled while holding keys to the throne Born again, but it's too late to atone No mercy from the edge of the blade Thail'll escape and learn the price to be paid
The ones able to take flight do. Talons, claws and hell's weapons at their fingertips. They are ready for the war they're about to take place in.
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Let the water throw it's shades of red now Arrows black out all the light Death is rotting in the town with armor Thail've come to grant you your rights
Demons stand and fly behind me in the blue realm ready to fight. "Impetus." The shout fills the air, and the demons charge foward.
They break down doors to homes, and pick people up off the street brutally tearing them limb from limb. Children shriek at the sight of their parents throat being slit.
The inhabitants just weren't ready at all. The sound of teeth riping, flesh tearing, and screams fill the air. Demons making a bloody path as I head towards the looming destructed tower the keeper inhabits.
"Knock knock." The door implodes inwards as I make my way over the threshold. The keeper stands in the room waiting for my arrival.
"Alvah Mauro. So, we meet again." His deep voice resonates across the room commanding attention. The keeper's clad head to toe in armor. His bronze axe rests at his side.
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"No need for pleasantries, you know what I came here for." There's no reason for being nice. After all, he's the one who locked me in the wretched cage.
"You are aware I will not relinquish the page to you. Your trip here was useless. This fight will be futile."
"Yes, it will be futile to see you head rolled across the ground, but it is necessary." He readies his axe. He will not give me the page without a fight.
"So it shall be." The keeper rushes forward with his axe ready. A grand swiping motion made at my head. A summoned shield blocks the decapitating act.
A sword makes a slash at his arm catching flesh just above his armor. Black blood oozes from the cut. Slithering down his arm.
"Clearly just as bad if not worse than before. To think, you couldn't even make it past me. The weak one out of all of the brothers. How do you plan to win against my kin?" His axe slashes a gash in my leg.
"This will not be like before. I have learned in my time of absence. You will not defeat me again." The shield disappears and in replace of the sword is a broadsword.
Metal against metal. Clash against clash. Sparks fly as the sword and the axe make brutal contact hard enough to break one an other.
A burst of black energy hits the keeper in the torso. It spreads over his body push him back several feet and into the wall with enough force to crack it.
The sounds of Demon slaughter still rages on outside with another force. Souls joined the battle defending the pages. The souls of the Fallen causing immiscible damage only to fall again and truly die.
The keeper calls more of the said souls only for me to match them with demons. They've viciously engage it their own battles while the keeper and I continue to try and murder one another.
Gashes, blood, bruises, clashing of swords, screams of rage from outside and in enompass the air. Our own soundtrack of misery and disparity.
My sword strikes, and he blocks it with his arm gauntlet. "I am evil."
The keeper strikes catching my midsection replying, "I am good."
"I am pain." A slice on his exposed left upperarm. Blood doesn't get the chance to pool on the floor before we continue our dance.
"I am comfort." A bloody chunk of flesh cut from my shoulder hits the ground form his cut.
"I am fear." Another blast of black energy shoots forth, yet he doesn't stumble back. He braces himself and delivers a power blow.
"I am hope." I'm barley able to move back far enough befor the axe cuts a scar across my face.
"I am hatred." A furious hit with the butt of my sword connecting with the front of his head. His head snaps back.
"I am love." He strikes back with as much force causing me to stumble to the side.
Blows fall hard from both sides. The sound of one sword melded with the sound of the axe. The screams for outside slowed down leaving a dull hum of fire crackling.
"I am deceit." I voice.
"I am truth." He blocks me once more.
"I am death." I delivered the crucial blow. A bust of energy stunning hit, and sword slicing flesh. His head tilts back, yet his spinal cord in not severed. Another downwards slash, and his guts and intestines spill out his body.
