The earth beneath their feet slowly crumbled to oblivion as the world collapsed into extinction. Two people. One in the grasp of the devil and one on the outskirts of the chaos. Fighting to help but forever bound to watch the inevitable doom of their now fallen friend. As the red dust from the battleground fills the air, the devil faded as well as the friend. The woman was left standing alone, watching over the now unfamiliar world. Everything as he had known had been destroyed and replaced with the firefly depths of hell as chaos roamed the streets. Red dust and smoke filling the air, the fires burning all it's hot hands could grasp. Shattered glass and parts of the buildings scattered across the hard concrete.
The man stood, helpless as he watched his world be forcibly taken away from him.
Some say it would be the worst day in history. Others said it was just a myth. If only they hadn't neglected the prophecies foretold.
Maybe, just maybe, nightmares wouldn't had become reality...
