An epic clash of steel rang across bodies, the four Godhands were watching from above in amusement. A man challenging a God, All saw the clear victor. Battered and battered away the mortal didn't stop coming back, like a homeless dog. With a howl as loud as thunder A darkness rose within the Mortal, an emotion strained from overuse, the dog became a beast.
Amusing expressions turned to fury. A dog turned beast, it's barking too loudly, it must be put down.
The only thing keeping the man alive and equal to the gods was the armor, The berserker armor, it manifested every man's beast of darkness, with no one to help him anymore he has been consumed by rage, the bodies lying around him were his friends, the body laying around Griffith was his lover, broken again.
A rage so unimaginable it erupted the soul to mush
Red eyes gleaming, sword cursing, the beast disappeared.
Sparks flew far and wide, it was an equal fight even with entrances of the gods the fight was still equal, left and right flashes of powerful explosions penetrated the area. The ground, the wind, and the sky was exploding in unimaginable power. The power opened the gates of hell once again to let out the starving hordes of demons.
The beast stared onto the oncoming horde, with a sword in hand it leapt
The fight had lasted 7 days and 7 nights.
An ally had arrived to help the beast within the first couple days, with a withered gaze, the knight understood that he was no longer sane.
With help of the ally they perished the Gods.
The beast´s mangled body was crawling towards its lover´s defiled one, it stood on its last knee and howled with nothing but rage. it was this scene the knight stared upon regretfully at his failure.
Unbeknonwst of the curse that was placed, the knight let himself die.
with the armor no longer letting go, the beast fell, trapped in darkness together.