The human let out a shaky exhale, the carbon dioxide from her lungs leaving as a mist against the harsh cold air. She dragged the newly deceased body of her former comrade into one of the abandoned monster houses, shielding them from the view of any others that may see them. She bit the inside of her cheek as she whipped the blood away from her blade. She has now truly given herself a sin. If someone were to have seen her deed and reported her, death would surely be inevitable then, maybe.. just maybe she had a chance to save herself by pretending that she still hated Monsterkind.
She feared so much, yet she did not allow for herself to falter under the immense fear and guilt that had begun to radiate within her whole being. Her heart ached as she stepped out from under the awning and back into the depressing rain, the sky cried so sadly as more monsters continued to be slain as if they were pigs at the slaughterhouse. It was engraved into many human minds that the monsters were lower than humans, they are weak. Not even a hundred of their measly souls could shine as bright as one pure soul of even the tiniest of human children. They were insignificant, inferior beings that needed to be exterminated, these soldiers are only doing God's work.
Children, Children were taught this in school..? Goodness me.. how saddening and pathetic these humans must be to taint such impressionable minds with hatred and words so cruel. A generation of hate-filled beings will rise and kill off all good on this earth, the gods will surely be angry with her and her people as they were forced to gaze upon every filthy deed on this earth. They would all pay for the sins they have created for themselves. The king would pay for starting this hellish war, he will suffer for years to come, but, he will not be the one to bare the sins on his shoulders. The ones who he slaved away to fight for his cause will carry the sins like pillars that will hold him onto his throne.
The woman of Chaos, the silver souled being, HER child. The woman of one too many nicknames. She hurried throughout the streets, the blood of her fellow humans and innocent monster civilians from earlier stained her sleeves. She wanted to shout out and apologize for all she's ever done. She was the damned of all the world, sadness drenched her heart and made her feel as if she had weights on each shoulder. She wished to only lie down and die here in the mud, but something in her soul screamed and pleaded out to her to continue and save as many innocent monster civilians from wasting away beneath yet another human's tainted blade. Could this feeble human of sin be a hero? Just how long will this heroic mindset withstand the harsh blows of reality?
This human was thinking childishly, she could not ever be a hero, for she cannot even save herself from her sealed in fate which was being engraved into humanity's lowest rock. Perhaps she was to never be remembered, she would never be acknowledged as someone who was ever alive before, how saddening it is to think of such a thing, sigh. But, this did not stop her. Her legs trudged on, continuing to run through the streets to find others who she could save.
The human searched around the city, looking through the many houses in search of monsters who may be hiding amongst the seemingly abandoned houses. There were many places where they could be hiding. She just needed to find them before her murderous fellow humans did. She silently called out and to no surprise, no response. Of course, she was a soldier who was once slaughtering their people, they would not respond to her out of paralyzing fear, why would they? For all they knew, she could kill them and never give it a second thought. She understood it well. So she offered words of comfort to the best of her abilities, though she too was filled with fear.
"Hide, hide well until we leave. Take refuge within the mountain near here, there are other monsters hidden within the mouth of the mountain.."
She said quietly, yet loud enough to hear from within the house, she exited the house then searched around for the Man of Determination, she feared him so greatly. A soul of determination was powerful enough that it could be amongst any of the ranks. Archer, melee, magic. Fighting one was almost a death wish.