When he finally came to, Steve had no idea how much time had passed.
A soft drizzle beat against his cheeks, drawing his attention.
He raised his head and looked towards the sky.
The world was peaceful.
Not silent, but oddly peaceful. But this peaceful atmosphere mixed in with the pervading smell of blood made for a quite jarring expression.
"It's raining..." He muttered as he looked up.
The soft pitter-patter of the rain filled his ears, drowning out the last ebbs of the war, and extinguishing the lingering flames.
The crimson moon had disappeared.
The Evernight didn't seem so dark anymore.
It was like the dawn of a new day.
He let out a shaky sigh and brought his gaze back down to his world.
He walked forward a bit then stooped down to pick something off the ground.
There, lying in a pool of mangled flesh and black ichor, was the head of the Devil that had been at the center of the battle.
He finally remembered where he had seen this Devil.
