We should just take a break from discussing this. We're going in circles.

No we're not, we've already agreed on killing her.

No! We refuse!

Gods dammit will we stop fighting?

No! The gods are dead, we killed them!

That's not entirely true, some of us were gods.

That's right, some of us were once gods, before our master arrived.

Have they heard the tale?

We don't think so. Wanna tell them?

Guess we should, before we die. After all, otherwise they'll never get a first hand account. Only flashbacks.

OK, let's do it. Back before we were... This, we were heroes, villains, gods, mortals, everyone. It all started on a cool Fall night. We believe it was Halloween. The kings of Heaven and Hell had been defeated, and all was well, but then, our master stole an artifact of great power, and used it to give themself physical form.

After that, our first shard was taken. The first death, the first real death, had occurred. It wasn't long after that. One by one, we were hunted and killed.

First the Heavens fell. We still remember the moment when the skies went dark, and then there was a scream. This was the scream of an angel, murdered on the spot. Some of us challenged our master. We fought to protect the angels and mortals as they fled, and we died. Several more shards were gathered for our future creation.

The mortal world fell next. It was then most of the souls were destroyed. We still remember the pain as we were consumed in black fire one by one, burning, screaming, and dieing.

Next the Underworld went empty. In the end, there were two survivors who managed to stop our master by resetting the multiverse.

We were then made. Made from everyone our master had killed. We still remember all of it, being killed over, and over, and over. The pain, oh the pain we felt was indescribable, unbearable. And we remember feeling it. Again, and again, and again...

We'll take it from here. Our master told us to destroy the new multiverse, as last time, our master's physical form began to fall apart from their energy.

We refused. They attacked us, we felt the pain we had felt to many times before, and we surrendered. We obeyed. The world was reborn once more after we destroyed it. The time we did destroy it, the wife of the being you know as The Unwinged Angel survived. That time, our master met someone who's wife's soul had not returned. In exchange for physical form, he was to be reunited with his wife. The Unwinged Angel's wife tried to talk him out of the deal, but it was no use. We destroyed the world until it was reborn. She told the mortals about us, and about the man. This time, the man took our place. The Unwinged Angel's wife mistook the man's attacks for us, and assumed he was still mourning his wife's death. Our bad, sorry, erashion. Eventually, the truth was realized that we were different beings, and she wrote a prophecy to warn about the real us. The prophecy is as follows.

Born of pain,
And crimson hate,
And the screams,
Of angels dieing.

A being of death,
A being of sin,
A being of dark,
Is arising.

Stab it through the heart,
No effect.
Be killed by it,
And you'll stay dead.

You only run,
You only flee,
But there is no escape,
This being can not be stopped.

This being has a power,
That none has seen,
Slayer of gods, and of demons,
Nothing can stop it.

You cannot flee,
It's a disease,
Eternally spreading,

There's no escape,
No where is safe,
You must continue fighting.

You must slay the source,
The puppeteer,
When it falls the corpses shall,
Only then will it be stopped,
But it's stronger than us,
We can only run.

We've taken so much from them, death by Anna's hands is the only way we can atone.

We told you no!

We don't care!

Oh boy, here we go again.

We don't care what you say! We must be stopped! No matter what!

We've come to far to die now! Everyone we've killed will have died in vain if we die now! Is that really what you want?

And if we continue, many more will die by our hands! So much needless bloodshed! We will not kill Anna! No matter what!

We will, and you won't stop us!

Can we please stop, we're getting a headache.

Oh, ow, dang it we are.

We'll discuss this later, for now, let's rest.

Agreed. You readers, see yourselves out or to the next chapter please. We're taking a nap.