Rain was creating a softmelody of melancholy. Delicate snowflakes that accompanying water drops were creating a thin but beatiful carpet. Even so, snow which represented purity and innocence, was now stained with this hot red liquid...
Wind was cold and harsh as if trying to scream in pain. Only thing that was keeping him warm is only a few tears coming out from his once cheerfull eyes and this small body that he cuddled like a lifeline.
He tried his best to make his arms like a comfy pillow. Even if they were made to destroy, to rule, they were carrying a divine beauty after all. Yet even this couldn't change the established fact...
Words echoed through his mind,
Its your fault
Its Your Fault
ITS YOUR FAULT
Why would it be..? he whispered...
Why would it be my fault?
Jealousy, betrayel, unthankfullness... And many more unforgiveable sins!
Yet I am the one mistaken?
Every goodness has its limits and every action has its reaction. Yet, now knowing this "reaction" of their actions, his eyes were glowing with a fire that began to flame. It was more than a simple flame of revenge though. It was the flame disappointment towards to both the things they created... and to himself....
I will bring an end to it...
After all he always had to be a monster...
He always had to be the only monster...
Bodies were hitting ground in blood. Swords were swinging in air, crashing and causing huge destructions... Once known as unbeatable rulers of whole land, Archons, were now terrified, trying to find somewhere to hide.
Nothing can stop a blades sharp edge, and now the sound of screams and pure genocide was echoing in ears. A genocide that an unstoppable blade causing...
PLEASE! I PROMISE I WILL BE BETT-
A sound of slash and silence. Silence cant long even a few seconds though. Another sword that was swinged by a raged hand was getting close after all.
I WILL KILL YOU NO MATTER WHA-
A clank sound, another sound of a perfect slash... and silence. This repeated over and over again. Whole "divine" archons were begging, running and trying to fight for their lives. Yet it all lead to failiure.
Familiar voice of hatred echoed through his mind again... "Sinners... Sinners... Sinners!"
Even with all this rage, slashes wasnt purposed to torture but to make them fall in silence. Violance wasnt their first purpose. They were purposed to burn this world... and create a new one from ashes... a perfect one.
When dust was settled and war was over, only eight person left whose soul was still in their body. Same voice in his head kept pushing him, to give an end to it. To not let any mistakes to be made anymore. Yet he hold back. He shouldnt lose the only thing he left, the thing he learned from her...
Ones who left wasnt same... They werent try to run, nor to beg. Nor to fight for their own lives. Even among whole destruction and imperfection. A small bond of hope was still there to stop this genocide.
Idiotic... he thought to himself
Dont they see how many of them fall? How strongest fall behind a simple blade?
They are still trying to hold and... protect each other...
Strange...
Even if there was blood everywhere, remeaning ones determined eyes were still flaming with all their might. He stood in his place, watching them menacingly. He spoke with a cold, piercing sound. Yet his word was carrying o hope of change...
Your names...
Archons shivered in fear with that voice, yet they didnt back away. Even if they hesitated for a second, they answered one by one...
Barbatos,
Morax,
Beelzebul,
Buer,
Focalors,
Haborym,
Tsarista...
His eyes were examining these last ones. They were surely different somewhy but he couldnt figure it out.
I will remember it...
He whispered, and faded away in a blink of an eye, leaving seven shocked and tired archon. He had burned all the world down and these archons, were his ashes to rebuild. His suffering will be endless, but new childs of this world will finally play under the sun happily.
Mistakes were made, and scars will be there always. Yet a new kingdom already have started to grow and bloom. One where no one have to die, one where no one have to betray. And one no one even have to be jealous.
He gave another chance even if it was hurting him so badly. Still thinking of himself as a fool for falling in the claws of the thing called "hope" again. But there the feeling was, undeniable.
Years and years passed, yet he was examining from shadows. Watching, protecting. He couldnt let his nonchalance got him once more, not again.
A second of distraction of his caused thousands, no, millions to suffer...
The things he had done by his own hands were unforgivable ofcourse. And now he can feel his sins were crawling on his back. The sins once he hated. But this was hope of a desperate man who has only one thing left. Only thing to ease his pain and soften his remorse. To see the kids laughing and playing again, to see families were growing with love, to see that hate... didnt existed at all.
This was his last chance to reach the things he dreamt...
And he couldnt trust on luck or others anymore...
He couldnt, make the same mistakes...