“How could I have failed?… After so many millennia of constant battle it lies in ruin…”
A figure of long hair black as soot with pale skin stood above a burning landscape. Bodies littered the area some resembling Demon, Angel, and even others. His crimson eyes slowly trailed along the destruction before an exhale left his lips.
“I had it all planned out, executed perfectly, had absolute power to achieve it, and yet it all failed? God… please guide me through this…”
“You pray to him after all you’ve done? Hah! How pathetic!”
Immediately the man turned to see a silhouette of someone he once knew.
“You!-”
“You were cast out, rose above them, and yet you still pray to him to guide your hand like some toddler? I guess your ambitions were too much to maintain and chase.”
“You dare talk to me of ambition? You abandoned everyone and them for dead whereas I stood in the front and guided them to a future of peace!”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself.”
The figure’s silhouette vanished leaving him alone once again.