“Curious indeed if the eyes of Amon cannot pierce this darkness.” Satan spread wider his wings, his inherent glow chasing away a little of the dark. “How about now?”

@eternal-blessed

❝—  Hey !  I’ve told you, don’t use your wings on places you can be seen. ❞ 

❝  You better not hold back, because I won’t. ❞

Focused, fearless, our last remaining remnant of mankind stood before a million.  A barren wasteland served as the field for a bloody campaign, and now, now he decided at whose side he’d stand.  Feral hues dared not to beseech, instead, they beheld how the Seraph glimmered atop a pinnacle to watch over his reigning army; a traitor very well known.  This wasn’t a domestic dispute or a simple relationship break up, far more complicated, this was a battle till bittersweet death and our champion did not desist ---- he would rebuild this world, fit for mankind.

Over && over again he carried the sins of the Father && Son, but today??  Everything was going to change for the better.  Slow march and tucked palms in pockets, as an Army of One he encroached a million fiends.  The earth’s very crusty skin trembled beneath their mantra; heavens tore apart until hail bounced off the floor ---- a perfect finale.  

miki makimura ---- a girl who now wandered alone in isolation as the world around her crumbled to dust. the status of her family was unknown, be she knew better than to think they were alive. how her own heart still beat was a mystery.

she should be dead.

maybe it would be better off for her to abandon this life. allow her memories to fade. for her body to decay & become one with the earth like so many others. she wasn’t special in her loss. the fact she was here made her lucky.

lucky.

even that word stung upon her lips, her legs racing, running always. if only for a moment she could pretend she was back on the track. be lost in that fantasy until the bitter smell of rot hit her nose & the bruises on her body stung painfully.

& someone she ended....here.

her own voice so foreign to herself after days of being mute, the only sound she was used to be her own tears. after all--- without akira she was left to cry for herself. against her pride...giving into her fear.

blue eyes red & puffy, she looked upon the beautiful creature & closed the distance. sitting next to within the field--- catching sight of snapdragons & feeling her heart tense at old memories. in her mind she couldn’t tell if they were a demon or not---- but that face...it was no doubt the reckless friend of akira’s.

the one who showed everyone demons. who started this all.

her eyes turned to the mound of dirt, biting the inners of her mouth as a question she didn’t want the answer to made it’s way to her thoughts.