"Father."
The dimensional gate pours out endless demons.
Overrunning everything in waves.
Simple words do not come out.
"When will we get an answer?"
The father says nothing. Only watching the scenery
Even now, it still exists. But below has the holy grounds in ruin. Desperately holding everything back.
The refraction will disappear soon.
"Father."
….
I had to drag my feet back to the center.
The sounds below echoing. Laughter howling with glee.
In my heart there exists faith.
Faith overrun with looming despair.
Blinding the guiding light.
Perhaps not.
There is not enough time to dwell on it.
Just a simplified thought.
We have been forsaken.
The rise of the Devil of calamity is upon us.
— —
In this sanctity, there exists no being higher.
The Believer of Light's verdict was eerily spot on.
There was no higher being.
Only people unified by a bind.
"For The Fallen."
Eyes piercing like that of a hawk, mournfully raised the sword and the archaic revolver.
The ghosts of the past laying their hands on one man to carry the burden he himself put on.
Slashing those fighting with an encroaching aura dragging those down to the ground, the pressure weighting heavily.
Steeped in black clad armor. Painted blue partially drenched in old blood. Now new blood renovating it.
"For Our Country."
The sword pointing at a heavily defended point in the street being contested.
The ghosts of the past formed again. Thousands lining up. In strict adherence to their once general.
In the air, the fumes never end. And the blade scraped the revolver as it aimed.
–Click.
The cacophony of fire started.
Trails of misty metal pierced everything. The kindle starters felt nothing but a chill.
Those of belief in the higher being however were riddled with aftereffects if they so managed to live.
The ghosts of the past, like a mirage, faded away.
Once more he started walking.
"For Those Left."
This war will end in eradication.
It does not matter age. So long as they stand on that side. Heads of various sizes will fly.
Under the visor of The Tyrannical Emperor, eyes of yellow gleamed.
Passing a noble lady in an alley.
The noble lady merely spared a fleeting glance. Returning to an amusing sight.
"Prease…"
The noble lady in a refined dress was ignored by everyone.
But those with faith.
"Rip out the nails."
The smile was innocent.
Yet the 'servants' of such a lady said nothing to the light tone of her soothing voice.
"Pease! Prease! Mershy!"
"Bark."
The slender hand grasped her leaning head with a wider smile. Violet eyes intently watching with deep amusement.
"W-Wha–"
"Punish."
"GAAAAAAHH–!!!!!"
The nerves exposed to air and forcefully ripped of it's shield dripped blood. The target's throat was shredded by their own nails.
"Kuhak–! Eogh–! Kek–!"
The noble lady uncrossed her legs.
"Soft."
Lightly touching the ground and wiping away the tears.
The 'servants' held their breath.
The man's puffy face held undisguised fear.
Those before him had fates that left nothing.
The smile became softer.
The noble lady stood up.
"Eat."
"N–! Cough–! Prease! Prease! W-Woof! Woof!"
The noble simply gave a glance.
Just a kind smile for rabble and strays.
And left the alleys.
Leaving the slavs to take care of it.
None spoke.
Only tearing apart the man.
Those with gluttony took the mantle.
The noble lady walked towards the now destroyed barricaded site.
Searching for anything interesting. Any toys palatable to a play.
Her forest green hair swished slowly with her controlled gait.
Passing the barricaded site, the 'servants' caught up.
Many following behind.
Two particular following are between the noble lady and the rest.
Though there was no matter in accordance with importance.
However, the order.
That was acceptable.
Sightseeing along the way, the noble lady pried her cherry lips with her finger.
The smile intrigued by the pristine building.
The Tyrannical Emperor shifted his gaze to the noble lady before returning it to the building.
Soon the last one would come.
Flashiness and impact are important to commanding the flow of the ball.
A strategic decision regarding safety and power before battle.
The Tyrannical Emperor awaited silently.
The Thorned Noble smiled wider.
None will perish easily. So long as they oppose on a different side. Age matters not.
The violet eyes sheened brightly.
— —
The refraction is slowly closing.
There is little time left.
"What shall we do?"
"...."
"...There must be something."
"The father. Where is the father?"
"Pheanis."
"....Yes." I answered.
"Where is– what is the father doing?"
Turning my head from glumly staring at my feet to there.
"...I don't know."
"...." the high priest sighed softly.
"Then…"
I slowly moved my feet away from the view of others. I wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was overwhelming.
Like there is no value in an object.
I walked forward. My eyes glued to the ground. Until they reached an area where the ground simply turned into air.
Small rocks tumbled below. Eventually being unseeable.
In mere seconds it was a fleeting existence of vision.
Something not even noticed.
But there is nothing like that.
Each life is important.
Each life is….
Reciting scriptures fails to even bring fake motivation.
Hatred or anything.
Just a mere hollowness with nothing but empty thoughts.
God.
"The lamb asks for guidance."
There is no hope for this place.
For this world.
The demons are beings of considerable violence.
"Why have you let this corruption enter your domain?"
Any who stand in their way are removed.
Regardless of position or status.
True to nature they are two faced.
Merciful and indifferent.
Violent and playful.
They let anyone who isn't fighting go.
They break anyone who is.
Then which one is it?
Those demons that continually keep coming from that dimensional gate. No matter how many are slain they fill back.
Then why.
Why can't I let go?
Why am I hoping that the refraction can do anything?
The fathers in a state no different from a man with nothing. The other priests rely and pin hopes on God–
…God.
God.
"They found us!"
My head whips to the voice.
"Quickly! Get the father!"
The priests move swiftly in preparation.
Rushing supplies and hastily slowing the refractions near inevitable link disappearance.
My own legs walk.
"Pheanis! Get the father!"
"Y…Yes."
Picking up speed I head toward where the father is.
Following the path to an area lower than the rest of the camp, a tree limply covered where the father is.
Passing the large half fallen tree, I see the father not there.
The father.
Not here.
Words in yells come behind. Too far to hear properly. Sounds of metal clashing echoing.
My heart slowly beat faster.
My fingers are turning cold.
I hesitate.
But eventually, when the sounds started quieting did I cross back. Cautiously returning, small sound could be heard.
The steps were the same. But blood flowed down it. Making me stop. My heart was drumming in my ears.
Needles pricking everywhere in my body.
I don't want to.
I don't want to see.
But I forced myself. Placing my feet on just one step. Two steps. Just enough to see something from this angle.
Then I saw the refraction dimly glowing.
Next to it several people in different clothing.
A person consumed by flames sat on the ground. Receiving attention.
Yet two looked not at that person but the refraction.
Saying nothing.
The dark knight turned their head. Gazing at me.
Suddenly I felt everything go cold.
The dark knight approached. In both gauntlets are two weapons. A sword and the piercing boom.
The other noticed and smiled.
I stepped back. Slipping.
At the top the dark knight stared at me on the ground. The woman in a dress follows with curved eyes and smile.
"What are the misguided looking at?"
The dark knight partially turned to the right. The woman in a dress did not.
Just smiling sweetly.
Then a man twice the size of both peered down.
A conical hat assorted with strings of varying length holding… things.
"Ah another misguided."
The man softly smiled.
"Should you not introduce yourself as a dignitary?"
The dark knight re-gripped their sword.
"Such misguided are fearsome trouble." the large shook his head. The trinkets swayed lightly.
The robe larger than the man in the sleeves put both together.
"Some care not for a basic forgetful name. Please, do call me however." the large man bowed slightly. "But if you need one, you need not ask. I am The Believer of Light."
The dark knight stared at The Believer of Light.
Before lifting the red and black weapon. Readjusting it's aim at me.
"...Terax Evif."
"Then you misguided?"
The Believer of Light raised their hand in a questioning gesture.
The woman in a dress performed a bow befitting nobility.
"Caenis El Divanté. Of the grace permitted by The Star."
"Oho."
My hands shook.
That isn't…
Then why?
But all I see….
My body heated up.
"Misguided's think similarly indeed. One needs to look up."
The Believer of Light said.
My eyes went upwards.
Even if they didn't gesture to it. And the glimpse of the sky held.
A person.
Tethered.
Someone was looking down at me. Confused.
"Ah."
What am I…?
"Farewell misguided."
The sound of an explosion sounded.