White rose….. He seems to hear a faint sound coming from my head. Let me take control the voice said. Let me help you win. I couldn't do that I have to resist the temptation of the "voice". As he picked up his beauty, his scythe. It's a mix between red and white with a black tint on the very tip of it. But currently it's redder than anything else, bodies everywhere ones with missing arms, legs, heads, and feet. This would make the other one very happy wouldn't it?
But he quickly turned his attention to what's right in front of him. Which happened to be a large group of Beowulf's and they were upon me, he started to slowly frown upon this sight. He didn't realize he let the other one win the fight for control. The other one quickly changed his emotion to a very creepy and dark smile. At a full on sprint with Lilith's scythe in hand, he did a double back flip slamming his scythe into a Beowulf's stomach slicing upwards and dicing it into pieces.
Three more charge at him, he looks at them playfully and grins with a timid smile. He has always wondered when this day would come he thought. When he could he truly unleash this power. After what seemed like an eternity only 40 out of the 150 grimm have gone down. At this rate I might go mad he said aloud. After a second of saying that another Beowulf leaped at him, He barely managed to get away from it thus he dropped his weapon when his hand was hit.
Now in extreme rage his ever so beautiful purple eyes turned to deep silver looking color. He had unleashed that inner voice one might say. He ran towards the group of grimm unleashing havoc. He is doing all of this for a small town, where he knows no one. But he took a strange liking to the town. Bah I must but all these emotions behind me he thought aloud. But that one thought gave the grimm a chance to strike and they took it.
The sound of claws on flesh is not a very pretty sound, but he managed to block most of the force with his arms. Long red marks run from his elbows all the way to his hands. Ouch he said, He look at the Grimm with a devilish smile and said bye-bye buddy. He slammed his fist directly into the Grimm's face which launched the Grimm back a few feet.
He still is fighting for control of his mind, his madness slowly consuming his other side. No he must fight this madness, he must prevail. He grabs his weapon, Lilith's scythe. He must fight for her, he must live for her, she sacrificed herself for me to be here and now it's time to repay her. He quickly dash's at the horde, he gets a running jump and then slams his scythe in to the ground causing it to make crater knocking back anything around him. He starts fighting to the beat of a song.
Red like roses fills my dreams and brings me to the place you rest
As the tempo increases he increases his speed. Left, right, up, and then finally spin. He killed fifty more than his previous forty. Slice after slice, punch after punch. He never grows tired and after another twenty minutes of fighting another fifty Grimm come to the fight. He started to get angry at himself, these Grimm, and most of all he got angry at her. "Why Lilith why did you give up your life for me so easily" he screamed! He dashed forward again but this time he launched himself forward with his scythe arched out to release his strike but was stopped in mid-flight. He looked down to see someone's hand on a knife that's in his stomach. He coughed up blood on to the hand and this mysterious person keep pushing the knife into him farther. The person whispered goodbye White Rose and then vanished, everything gone in a blink of an eye. He starts to fall on to the snow, the white soft snow. He lays there in the snow on deaths door, out of nowhere he hears yelling and footsteps. The last thing he sees before blacking out is something red.