Have you ever wondered what would happen if our beloved hero
went.heartless? Or even just evil? Or what if he went both? Welcome to the
nightmare.
The unflickering flames of the lampposts in the Second District cast a feint orangish-yellow glow on the cobble stoned streets and allies. The moon could not be seen for it was a night of no moon.or as it is better called, The Dark Moon. An evil, foreboding sign for this place, always so cheery...
Thunder clapped and lightning lit up the cloudless, starless sky. A gale force wind began to blow and rain fell heavily. All this nowhere one second and there the next. The flames all blew out, leaving the district unnaturally dark and silent, despite the thunder. Sora walked down the alleyway to the center of the district. How odd it was that the weather had rapidly changed. He pulled out his Oblivion keyblade. What was that puddle on the ground? He prodded it gently with his keyblade.Everything went black.
The thunder, lightning and rain instantly stopped. The lights flicked back on. In the street still stood Sora. But not as you or I know him. His eyes were a bloody red around hollow black pupils. His canine teeth were almost like that of a vampire, hanging over his lips ever so slightly. He wore a black version of his normal garments, but all blood stained. Black broken wings emerged from his back. Overlapped onyx metal armor sat upon his shoulders. In his hands he held a corrupted oblivion.
Hell had had its taste at out beloved hero, as well as some odd being. So what to call him now? This truly could not be Sora? Or at least not the true Sora. Most simply call him Amatsu.but the choice is yours. Step with me into the troublesome hell of a nightmare that has been created by the unknown.
The unflickering flames of the lampposts in the Second District cast a feint orangish-yellow glow on the cobble stoned streets and allies. The moon could not be seen for it was a night of no moon.or as it is better called, The Dark Moon. An evil, foreboding sign for this place, always so cheery...
Thunder clapped and lightning lit up the cloudless, starless sky. A gale force wind began to blow and rain fell heavily. All this nowhere one second and there the next. The flames all blew out, leaving the district unnaturally dark and silent, despite the thunder. Sora walked down the alleyway to the center of the district. How odd it was that the weather had rapidly changed. He pulled out his Oblivion keyblade. What was that puddle on the ground? He prodded it gently with his keyblade.Everything went black.
The thunder, lightning and rain instantly stopped. The lights flicked back on. In the street still stood Sora. But not as you or I know him. His eyes were a bloody red around hollow black pupils. His canine teeth were almost like that of a vampire, hanging over his lips ever so slightly. He wore a black version of his normal garments, but all blood stained. Black broken wings emerged from his back. Overlapped onyx metal armor sat upon his shoulders. In his hands he held a corrupted oblivion.
Hell had had its taste at out beloved hero, as well as some odd being. So what to call him now? This truly could not be Sora? Or at least not the true Sora. Most simply call him Amatsu.but the choice is yours. Step with me into the troublesome hell of a nightmare that has been created by the unknown.