《GODFALL》1 GODFALL
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The undying light isn’t so undying. In the distance, a golden sunset turns to darkness, The great Archangels fall as the demons catch up yet again.
The demons surround us. Void, the great evil, descends towards us, along with his children of the void.
Rhoxeus screams at me, “They’re gaining too fast!”
I grab Rhoxeus, “Run! Get them out of here!”
“But Andrew! You'll die!”
I grab his shoulders, “I’ll buy you time! Go! Now!” I push him away and face the horde.
With a limp and a sword, I trudge onward, You better get them out, Rhoxeus!
The darkness reaches, it blows against me, enveloping everything in black. I clench my fists with a blue glow illuminating the space around me. Slight red glow in their eyes, they grow gloser.
Crystal daggers materialize into my hand and they rush me. The blue glass shards fly through the darkness. They scream and click towards me, one gets close- I crush it’s neck while shooting out crystals with the other hand.
Something slams against the ground, my ears pop at the sudden change in pressure. I jump, a purple eyed freak with glowing purple veins and red skin leaps out at me. I punch towards him, he catches it, his muscles swell as he twists it, a violent snap follows. Oh shit. He smirks-
He punches my face, forcing me to the floor. He stomps down on my chest and a crunch follows, I grit my teeth as he stomps again, "Stop it!" My vision narrows as he stomps down with a smirk. No! I need to stop him! Rhoxeus-
I shoot a crystal at him and he just slaps it out the way. “Don’t you get it?! You’re no match!” He’s right, he’s stronger, faste- He swings his heel down on my head. My eyes roll back, my body bounces at the intense impact before falling. Blood leaves my head, like sweat leaking into my hair. I shake my head- I gotta move! He’s strong, fast- My vision starts to blur, he raises his leg and I roll out the way. Gotta kill him quick or I'll-
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He raises it again and I get up, I focus all my energy on his heart, a blue blade of crystals shoots out my palms- It shatters through him and he jumps at the pain.With a roar, he grits his teeth. I’m gonna kill all of you. Every last god damn one of you. You will be my message!
We both struggle to remain standing. He looks at me with wild eyes, “There's no escape. I hope my brothers tear you apart slow.” The blade twists and he jumps at the trauma. Shortly after, he slides off it. The blade crumbles into blue sand.
So- drained. I grab my forehead- Not here! Now now! Balance betrays me as I turn, my foot stumbles to catch me.
My head lifts, through my blurred vision, a sea of red lights grow close. I gotta fight! I gotta-
I turn, but collapse, A massive energy swarms past overhead, Void points down at me, "Leave no survivors!"
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