The Devils Den

“All I ask of you is to be there...for I know not how deep I may sink or if I will be able to be saved at all. Your face is all I wish to see if there is even a slight chance to be pulled from it.”

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“So, this is it. The seventh spike..I wonder what sort of wonders are in store for us. What sort of chaos will be given....”

The man kept his eyes closed, a smile crossing his thin lips as he held the seventh spike in his fingers. 

“Remember me how I was, my dearest. I do not know what will happen to me.”

The Elezen lifted his hand, took a deep breath and pushed the spike into the back of his skull. It pierced the skin with ease. No pain. Just a familiar pressure. Quickly after the man’s hands lowered to his sides, head lowered as well. He remained still...

“Every world...from it’s creation has a set date of extinction.”

Locians right hand launched backwards, a scythe of shadow formed. 

Slowly the Elezen stood, the scythe disappearing into a wisp of shadow...

“This one will be just a little ahead of schedule. Darkness will over shadow this world. And Our Reckoning will come. Divine Chaos will destroy all and nothing shall be left. Every speck of light shall fade, every god will tremble. Nothing will stop Us. Nothing will stand in our way from Our Reckoning.”

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