Vastness… that's the only thing that remains. No stars, no horizon, not even a shade of any color, just darkness. This entire world destroyed by my hand, all for the sake of power. We are guided by one purpose, a purpose for which I myself do not care about, a purpose that the fallen angel and his minions have pursued for countless eons.
By my side there are only demons, creatures of lore, legend, history… creatures that I have killed, dismembered and tortured, yet we are following the same path to destruction.
It has not even been a month ever since all this started, me living a normal school life with my friends, only being preoccupied with exam scores, studies, college entries, a regular life for a regular human… all of that changed when a man with his ambition to save the world… he first destroyed it.
The Conception… this event caused the fallen angel to make me the creature that I am, a human half demon, an individual that little by little lost his humanity as more time went on… as more I killed, as more my friends rejected me to follow their ideals… to the point that being forced to kill them was the last straw to my sanity, the actions that made me seek to lose all of what I felt, I did not care about everything else… "humans are disgusting" is what I thought back then, after being betrayed by everyone I trusted.
As I was becoming a true demon, those thoughts never changed… however… my heart yearned for those that betrayed me because I could never deny I once loved them, the happiness I felt and all the playful fights we had, but there was no turning back. When everything was over, there was nothing, everything faded away, anger, sadness, happiness… all of what made me human… gone, all I am now is power.
An impulse… we all felt it. In unison our steps ceased, every single one if us feel the threat and power of the Great Will. Despite my emotions no longer existing, a chill ran up my spine, a feeling of dread, one I never felt before in my life. My consciousness froze and for a moment I felt a warmth in my chest… a warmth as I remembered those that were close to me, friends, family, the strangers that you run into in your every day life, children in a park with their parents, pets playing with their owners… and for that sole moment I felt a miniscule sense of regret for my decision… but nevertheless, there is no turning back.
The fallen angel appears before us. Despite having the body of a demon, there is a twisted beauty in his form that I cannot explain well enough. A being that has fallen from grace, still has that elegance if an angel, still maintaining that beautiful blonde hair and that long, pure white sheet that surrounds his body… yes… it is twisted indeed… for someone to find a demon, a fallen angel, that seeks chaos as beautiful can be nothing more than a twisted and mad individual.
He turns to us and after a few seconds he smiles and advances to what will be our doom. I am nothing more than power given form, however… I am sure that I will not return alive… then again, all that remains is nothing, not even a glimmer of light, meaning that even if I survive I will eventually die, all that I have is his blessing, the only sense of peace that I have. Power… all that power seeks is just destruction, the path I chose and decided to walk in. It's time… all of us came to the same realization, death is all that awaits us, for the sole goal of destruction and the twisted sense of freedom that he seeks. All shall bend to our own will.
In this abyss we march forward to our final battle against the one true enemy.