Veriase: I see that some of the readers are confused by this story, so I thought that maybe giving you more insight will be better or worse. Just... Remember that each of my story can and probably will have some spoilers, so if you tempted by this game don't read this one.
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Grace: Will we see you again father?
(Y/N) placed his hand on his closest daughter arm that asked this question. He could tell that even if she was pale like ghost without any emotion attached to her face – she wanted to see him, and each of her sisters again knowing what happens with those that fall in the fight.
(Y/N): I told you before Grace, you worry too much for all of your sisters. It is my place to worry. You need to free your mind of it and use all of remembrances from past.
Grace: I know... I just-
Aimee: We will protect her father, you know that we are ready for it.
He nodded slowly knowing that these five standing in front of him was prepared for anything. They fought in this recollection and never failed. Slowly (Y/N) moved back from them and with last look at their faces wished for them best – Then five daughters were sent into unknown... Red Mother:Farewell daughters.
It was a suicide mission.
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Five daughters – His and Mother prodigies and last hope appeared in a blank place resembling some sort of ancient Roman or Greece arena. Daughters never lived enough to see any of it, then how any of them could picture it? False whispers of past? Foots deep in water, and blank rain around them making wet their clothes and body. Red like blood scarfs going wild by force of nature, the last saved thing from the old world.
Suffering:Why do you bother? Surrender to me. To what you are.
From above their Mother watched with Father words coming to mind bringing last joy in this final fight. I will be with all of you, all of your sisters. Make us proud daughters, and make your Mother sacrifice worth.
Suffering:Come, serve me in Paradise. Or your blood will.
Slowly from depths of water appeared a dark, twisted and corrupted version of his and Mother precious daughters. It was pain to see a sister stand against her long-lost sister, but there was no other option, but fight. Soulsinger used her two weapons to shoot and kill first most close one.
