"Our world has drowned in seas of red, and yet the wheel keeps turning~," a broken voice sang as a young man with dark hair turned brown from dried blood, purple lines coursing on his veins.

Madness-drenched dark orbs gazed upon the flames, corpses of both man and beasts, of once beautiful cities, and more. A tattered sleeve danced on the wind as he moved.

"Justice?! What in the world is Justice?!" He roared out as tears fell from his face. His brothers were stuck in battle deep behind enemy lines, his soldiers were dead and he was the last one left.

"What have we been fighting for all this time?!" He screamed to the heavens, desperate for an answer as madness coated his mind.

Hearing shrieks of pain, talons of steel coursing with lightning protruded from his gauntlets and he moved. Soaring and striking with inhumane grace, the young man darted and soared, striking like a bird in flight.

Piece of great beasts splattered on the ground as purple ichor drenched his body from head to toe. Without missing a beat as countless more beasts emerged from everywhere, a mask formed on the lower part of his face similar to that of a bird's beak. Retracting his claws, the young man pulled a sword from the ground, the last weapon he can use other than his claws.

"The evening bells, toll thy name." He whispered, the shreds of madness in his eyes focusing into sharp blades of determined madness. "Repent!"

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How long? How long did I fight? A second? A minute? And hour? A day? A week?

I don't know...

My brothers should still be alive... I hope...

I will never see Rein get married...

Never see Reve open that farm...

Rin... Poor sweet Rin... She died too early...

Kiana... She's missing...

Mei joined the world serpent...

Bronya and Seele disappeared...

Big sis Ely... She's in the European front...

The others... Who are they again?

Shit... Is this it?

Grandpa Otto... Is this what you wanted? All this death... All this sacrifice...

In life, war. In death, peace. In life, shame. In death, atonement.

To think... I'd be quoting 40k in my death... Damn it...

My hands are shaking... My bones feel like lead... Or something heavier... Every move I do makes my body hurt.

Sorry big sis Ely... I won't be the flower DJ... Heh! And for this...

A lone stick of cigar... No light? Well... Focusing deep inside... The fire burning bright... Soon, the end of the cigar lit up in soft embers, filling my nose with the smell of menthol.

"Give me a break..." It hurts so much... My sword... "I can't go on like this..." Gripping it as hard as I can... My makeshift peg leg pressed on the ground...

One last smoke.

Let it run wild.

Finish my duty...

Burn as bright as you can! Even for a single moment!

"I am Rex Crozzo, Keeper... Former keeper of the ancient rites of House Crozzo." My body feels so hot... I'm burning alive! Yes... "And we will all die together."

I always wanted to do this...

"Domain expansion..." I'm not a sorcerer but I still have some power left. Burn it all! "Bloom of the Blazing bud,"

The world stayed silent and it burnt, evaporating everything jn it's path... I can feel scales and feathers form on the rest of my body but it's too late.

I'm already dead...

I'm falling... Not bad. Not bad at all...

Heh,

"Man, I wanted to get laid." I whispered as I felt the more durable remains of my transformed body. A shrine?

Ah... How beautiful...

Not bad.

Not bad... At.

"Shh... You poor thing. Pyro dragon, pyro dragon, rest well, sweet bulwark of man." A beautiful voice? "If given the chance, will you make everything right?"

Isn't it obvious?

A small giggle like soft bells, echoed in the air. It's soft... Wait, a lap pillow?

"Very well, let us go together, dear Pyro Dragon, I, Focalors, the Former god of Justice shall accompany you, my dear champion."

That... Sounds nice...