behold a beautiful sight. caos abounds

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Scythes pov
I sat on the edge of the tracks, there weren't gonna be anymore trains on the track anyway, the breeze flowed up words and the fumes of gasoline and fire engulfed there air, from where I sat 210m in the air I saw the flames. The caos and screams reminded me of an ancient place from thousands of years before, a place called Rome. I took a final sip from my bottle before taping the lighter to the neck of the bottle, switching it on I dropped the bottle, when the bottle smashed the words born in flame were revealed.  SCYTHE I loved the name so much, I was the tool death held at all times. And now, in a place where death no longer roamed I was still there to help finish the job. The flames were now licking at my skin, helicopters surrounded the area. I stood up, holding the detonated in my hand, my optics were whirring, they were trying to blind me. It didn't matter now "you Fuckers know that'll help with nothing " they were probably getting a clear shot which meant my mortal coil was restored. I stood on the edge looking at the city around me, the pit was burning brighter then ever, almost like lava and in the centre of the city i had made a beautiful levitating mass, burning red like blood forming the words scythe, the mass swirled unpredictably as I reached the climax of my plan. I spoke once more in a very much forgotten language but the words made sense to my "on the crest were diamallus sat, the blood flows free. Fear shall consume us no more as this blood represents the last of our moral coil, the blade of his scythe lays blunt" I lent backwards as a gunshot pierced the air crashing with an intensity that would instantly kill a 21st century being, smashing so hard that I knew my mortal coil would now be restored forever, this act would kill me. I plummeted off the  ledge and flowed down towards the street below, they failed to destroy the detonated so I pressed the button. In the very core of the city a bomb was warming up to blow up, they had maybe five minutes before this city lay as a crater with nice memories. I felt my body smash into the earth and I couldn't help but smile before letting go off my last, shaky, breath

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