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The blanket of obscurity slowly engulfed the light. The moon that had once shared its affable radiance
had nothing to spare. A sea of blue flames flickered across the vast land. It reached for everything,
flooding the blood-stained ground.

It was an inferno- a hellhole that would steal your final breath. The cries of the people recoiled and
resonated in the land of chaos. The stench of blood and burnt flesh circulated with the weighty smoke
the flames brought about.

People were being slashed down by gory beasts; they were being ripped to shreds with their razor sharp
claws. Parents protected their children till the very end, using their bodies as shields. But it was
pointless, death lurked in the shadows- overwhelmed by the scent of life.

A man, who could barely walk, dragged his tattered body on the cold gritty ground looking for safety.
Glass shards stuck on his flesh went deeper as he moved. His blood stained shirt, growing redder and
bigger.

Figures began forming in the shadows. He felt their deadly gaze behind him, savouring the scent of his
sweet blood.

It formed into a wolf-man, with eyes of the colour red. It raised its flexed muscular arms. His claws shun
with the fire͛s radiance, and it turned white like little metal daggers. Then the man slowly watched as
the gleaming claws descended upon him- granting him his death.

On a hill, the four feared Vergons or the so-called heroes gazed at the country͛s final stand, resisting the
urge to kill the abhorrence that have been set out. They͛ve seen it coming, they were physically
prepared for it, but their humanity was their weakness. Because of this, it cost them thousands of
innocent lives.

A thunderous roar echoed, creating a huge fissure at the centre; slowly tilting the ground. It crumbled
down everything that remained intact and destroyed.

Its keen blood-red eyes appeared in the dark-filled space exposing the eyes of a slayer. Blood that was
smeared on its ivory fangs glistened from the flame͛s vicious glow; it was the weapon he used to gnaw
out one͛s soul.

This very scene is a distorted illustration of what they͛d ever wished for. A hooded man who was part of
the Vergons stood on a singed spot, circled by the sapphire flames. The pleas of the people rang in his
ears, tormenting him and he could not take it no more.
þGillian, you don͛t know what you͛re doing!͟ He said raising his voice, exposing him and his comrades to
the blood-stained beast. His dog-like ears stood sharp and tall, alarmed.

The frenzied beast he called Gillian, rose to full height, gnashed his teeth showing his sharp canines. His
stomach coiled and clenched, eager for death and behind him was the darkness he has created.

He was a man who took the form of Cerberus, a heavenly beast with the intention of a demon.

A shroud of mist came out of his black-pointed fur as his rage grew stronger. þIt͛s no use! Gillian͛s soul
has been eaten away by that mongrel dog!͟ Another hooded being that stood behind the man said. It
sounded more feminine and was more high-pitched.

The man gritted his teeth, that he didn͛t need his companion͛s warnings, for it was already hard for him
to digest that fact. þGillian, open your eyes!͟ He said in his hoarse voice.

The other hooded being, unveiled him, revealing a girl with strands of dark-brown hair. Her dried cheeks
were now wet with tears. Words finally came out of her throat, after sulking. þWe have no choice but to-
͟ þWe can͛t!͟ He broke her off, not wanting to hear anything else. þIt͛s inevitable,͟ She muttered to him.
He tried to speak out, but his words immediately died in his throat.

The memories they͛ve greatly shared were flashing before him, holding him back. His legs were stiff and
his ankles were shaking. He fell on his knees and wept. His tears slowly cascaded on his cheek, it shun as
soon as it descended onto the charred soil.

He coiled his slightly-burnt hands scraping some dirt with his fingernails. He could not take his friend͛s
outrageous destiny.

Gillian who took form of the great three headed dog Cerberus, prepared for a grand finale. His eyes
glowed with the hue of red and black. His sight was pressed on their presence. His ruff stood up and his
body began shuddering, releasing a mist of blood. The overpowering pressure he recklessly summoned
weakened the base they were resting on. Bursts of blue and white flames came out of the surface, and
broke through the subtle ground. It had the lust for the Vergon͛s blood- like everything else he͛s
created.

They didn͛t move an inch, they intentionally faced it head-on.

They were no ordinary being; they had beasts concealed in their bodies, cursed to forever lay their
hands down to them- an unbreakable oath. They rid themselves with their souls, for the people they
were bound to protect.

The blazing blue flames came in waves hungry for their pain-filled cries. It burned everything in its way,
the hollow bodies, the wrecked constructions; everything seemed so brittle.

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 Flashes of white and blue exploded.

 It touched their skin but it did not hurt them. Their ears were unclear due to its deafening sound. It
emitted a thick smoke that clustered around them, preventing them to see.

Once cleared, the beast was no longer there- but ›
was there-Gillian. He stood on air like he was on the
ground and behind him were heavy dark clouds that rolled down on the muddled city.

He did not look like the Gillian who had the most innocent face. His once icy-blue eyes turned bloody-
red. His face, tarnished with blood. His black coat was dyed red.

He cocked his head to the side and smiled psychotically, deriding the Vergons for he had the upper hand
in terms of the manipulating the container͛s fate.

The hooded man shaded his teary eyes, and brushed off the merciful angel that whispered in his mind. It
was difficult for him to assimilate the cruel destiny engraved for him- to act out his role. In resentment,
he jostled away his tears, wiping it with the back of his hand. He did not want to be selfish.

He tightened the grip on his coat from his left shoulder. He pulled it up, drawing it out in the air,
revealing what͛s underneath its wrap. Snowy-white feathers scattered in the air, circling them, and
slowly one-by-one descended on the ground. It revealed a winged muscular man with short black hair.
With his coat ensnared in his fist, he tossed it to the side, feeding it to the flickering flames that had the
desire to smoulder them with its heat.

His silver-tipped wings spread across the space. He raised them up blew a strong wind current. It
propelled the flames that circled them. It͛s a beautiful mount. His deep and dark eyes glazed; as it
neither showed fear nor anger. His fingers were coiled; holding tight onto the righteous blade- a divine
relic.

A deep and dark voiced man under a hood spoke.þAylward!͟ He called for the bird-like man towards
him. þ ou will need our aid,͟

The angel named Aylward turned to his comrades, with a deformed smile. þ
o what you want,͟ His eyes
glittered and his eyebrows were scrunched up, leaving traces of distress.

The man with the dark voice unveiled his face; he had golden eyes. They were playful yet it showed his
genuineness. Without lifting a finger, he beckoned his golden vehement flames from underneath his
coat. It overlapped the blue flames consuming every bit of its existence. The flames that he created
were blazing with immortality. þThis dispute is near to its destined end,͟ He warns them, but it wasn͛t
music to their ears, because they knew they wouldn͛t achieve anything from it.

þShall I keep him still?͟ A brunette man said as he formed in the shadows, taking off his hood. His tone
of voice sounded a bit soft and high-pitched. His hair kept his eyes under its protection, with only half of
his pale white face exposed, and it revealed a crooked smile.
 þGallagher, do not take him so lightly.͟ Says the man who reciprocates undying flames. þet go off the
reign a little, Warden,͟ Says the man named Gallagher.

Warden͛s golden eyes that shun like his flames had a fusion of relief and anxiety. He turned to the lady
who bothered easing Aylward͛s pain. þalia, dispose of his flames,͟ He ordered her.

Gallagher threw up his arms, and began hurling scouring silver particles and manipulated it with the
wind, twisting them above him constantly. And slowly it levelled with his broad chest. His hands inclined
up to his chest, forming a triangular shape with both hands.

þTrying to constrict him?͟ The girl named alia asked, but she did not need his verification. Silently, he
stood still, stabilizing the amount of power he had to conceal inside of his silver toys.

arkness remained as the rain slowly sheeted down on them- alia͛s doing. It slowly killed the raging
flares that crept on the country͛s surface, relieving a part of its pain. It became a land smouldered in
ruins, wet and dead along with its dwellers.

They looked at each other, with a face saying p›

 
They nodded together signalling the
beginning of something that would forever haunt their minds. With no time to waste, they started their
final waltz.

Warden quickly shot up a golden sphere of flames producing a high-pitched squeal as it rocketed in the
air. Once it drew nearer to Gillian͛s initial position, it exploded, forming a gigantic fiery hand of a giant.

Warden͛s immortal flames rose to its full height, reaching for Gillian in the endless dark sky. It clawed
him, locking it with its ferociousness slamming him down on the ground.

Pecks of yellows and gold stumbled on the ground slowly like falling stars.

His lethal flames spread across the land, once the grey air cleared at the centre revealing Gillian. Even at
his worst state he still kept that psychotic smile he had, even from the start.

He knelt down on one knee, with his body badly burnt. His face that had mocked them was gashed. He
found it difficult to breathe in such air as he held his throat coughing roughly.

At the fringe of Gillian͛s vision a sudden gust of wind blew at his side, leaving a thin clean cut on his
cheek. Blood slowly flowed out of his open wound. It was a distraction. He didn͛t realize the moment he
was off-guard silver dusts have circled him already, preventing him from any movement.

þIt͛s not yet over-þ His words were cut off.

Without warning he felt a piercing pain go through his hands and legs. It had a very pointed tip as it was
fully plunged through his arm and legs. His arms were stung by its icy temperature and pain. His legs
that could barely keep him up were vulnerable to the stakes.
 He looked at his sides; it was several ice stakes completely plunged through his arms and legs, with its
pointed tips sticking out at one end. He watched as his red blood slip down its glistening beauty.

He tried coiling his hands into fists that could still fight. But the rush of power and rage he felt earlier on
was fading away- as if it was borrowed. All his strength and freedom surrendered.

He grinned, knowing the only one who could make water turn to ice possible. He looked the greatest
water manoeuvre- he looked at alia. She was standing with the rest of his container͛s friends on the hill
distant from him. His eyes were too hazy to see her clearly, as he laughed at his weakness.

He still felt heavy as his power was draining out of his possession.

He closed his eyes hard, as his burnt flesh stung him. He felt the cold rain touch his face slowly, and later
slides on his black hair strands. He knew he was going to die, and there was no point to all this. He
doesn͛t even know what let him take over his tamer͛s body-no- his whole p 

He was manipulated by a foreign power, not the Vergon͛s, not Gillian͛s and not his. He knew someone
else took part in this tragedy. There wasn͛t any time for him to speak up.

He neither felt guilt nor contentment. He forfeited back in his confinement, deep inside his containers
body.

Cerberus was slowly devoured by Gillian, regaining his freedom. But it only granted very limited time. He
could not escape death in life.

He opens his eyes; his blood red eyes slowly turned icy blue again regaining its natural colour. He looked
up, as the sun slowly ripped out in the sky, stretching out to him along with a small figure he came
towards him up in the sky. It was a bird-like creature skidding across the sky, breaking through the white
misty clouds.

Every time the figure got closer his heart felt like it was being torn out because nothing could be
stopped and nothing could ever work out for him again. Cheating death every time he was chased by it
was a hard task. But he felt, grateful, for he has lived a great life he would never trade it for anything
else. He lived long enough to have a wife, kids and his best͛s friends.

Something bright and flashy was slowly descending upon him, by a seraph- the bringer of life. With
wings as pure as the heavens spread out.

He then mumbled to himself. þI͛m glad my best friend was there to save me for the last time,͟ He
greeted his death with a smile, and the Seraph͛s blade was bestowed upon him.

His heart stopped beating. What he͛s done was something he can never redo even with his greatest
spells.

The tale of the well-respected man that turned into a man of abhorrence was neither remembered nor
was it forgotten- but it was p .