PROLOGUE
Pain. He felt pain as he looked onwards with blurry eyes the scene unfolding before him. –How did it all come to this? - He thought. –Why? Why me? Why were we chosen? - As darkness began to flicker in his eyes his last thoughts before darkness seized him were those of his beloved. With her snow white hair and sanguine eyes. A fierce expression on her face as her dark red bloodstained cloak billowed in the winds of battle. Striking down enemies left and right with her crimson wind felled enemy after enemy like a wave of destruction –My darling…. My snowflake, I've failed you… Shiro.- His body faltered and he fell against the wall of the tunnel. He saw Vergil look at him his eyes widening behind the mask. Dropping the blades and reaching into his white trenchcoat for something. –Damn to think that it all started when we found that book…. - and with that our hero lost consciousness.
