The Fallen Boy and The False Saint

by H3llyeah

A story going in-depth on the lore of the story of The Fallen of Albaz and Dogmatika. (The first chapter may not seem like it, but please hear me out!)

The glittering sky is dyed a blazing red

The great arctic superpower becomes a death march

The children of God rejoice and grieve

Dancing from dusk to dawn on the path before them

Seeking the final Stigmata

The strongest, the holiest,

The two brands

The play opens, the curtain rises,

And destiny toys with the girl and the boy

Even if everything falls to Ash

Even if everything turns to Dust

The ember sparked by their hearts,

Will one day erupt into a true fire

Atop the great Cradle,

The child that fell from the abyss confronts his fate

The power of the Black Flame consumes the White Ice

And becomes the furnace of God

The burning flesh is like soot

But their hearts are covered in a frozen flame

Her power is like an ember

Burning on, in the soul of his sword.