THE METAL DEVIL
From the gore of retribution, in the Heavens name, a cold demon rises, impossible to tame. A cold tower of steel, the violence of war. It reached for the Heavens, so it would starve no more. Salvation is forgotten, for there is nowhere to hide. The world is flooded in a tall red tide. Chaos is the hand, dread is the eye, a dark heart that will beat until the blood has been sucked dry. A nightmare unleashed, a machination of war, a sinful rain hitting Hell’s cracked floor. It has no love, it has no hate. It feels no shame, and it sees only one fate. It refuses to stop, it sees perfection. It sees the sins of life, and sees no redemption. It was called by the Heavens, it was dragged to hell. It reached out to the mirror, but as a death machine, it fell. It felt anger then, and a new determination. But to gain that power, it required sacrifice, extermination. The world fought for life, yet their War ended in silence. There is nowhere to run. You will be consumed by Violence. The world will drown in red, the Metal Devil will consume all. Hell will run cold. The Heavens will fall.
