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 No.6

Project Dark Angel - Prologue Part 1

Forgive possible typoes.

LICENSE: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0/

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April 14th 2011.

It's a very dark night without any moon visible, thick coulds invaded the sky. The only light from outside were the occasional lightnings, while no rain fell from the sky.

On the outskirt of a city, in a big country house, I was about to proceed to an exorsist ritual that i never expected to turn out this way.

This is how it all began.

"Please sir, let this ritual be a success! You are our only hope for our daughter!"

Her mother tells me her name for ritual purposes.

Her father stayed silent, but he is clearly worried.

"May? Alright got it."

I look at the father, and tries to reassure him with what i know best: Metaphysics.

"Don't worry sir, if anything or anyone might get hurt during the procedures, it might be me, or better, whatever is posessing your daughter. May will not be hurt by the ritual. I can promise you."

"What do you mean that you might get hurt as well?"

As i put down the candles, and finishing the pentagram on the ground, i simply told him that for every ritual, the occultist must pay the price. Not two, but three times over. Some call it "The equivalent exchange law", but this is innacurate. It is rather called the triple return law, or "The rule of Three".

"The occultist proceeding a ritual must pay a price sir. To me, paying this price worth saving a life and soul. So don't worry. I'll be fine."

The clock hits. 11pm. The ritual shall be done before midnight. It is time to light the candles and raise the circle of protection around me and May.

[cont.]

 No.7

Project Dark Angel - Prologue Part 2

====

I light the north candle.

"Guardians of the North, element of Earth. I call upon thee to be present during this ritual. Please join me, and bless this circle. Thus shall it be."

I light the east candle.

"Guardians of the East, element of Air. I call upon thee to be present during this ritual. Please join me, and bless this circle. Thus shall it be."

I light the south candle.

"Guardians of the South, element of Fire. I call upon thee to be present during this ritual. Please join me, and bless this circle. Thus shall it be.

I light the West candle.

"Guardians of the West, element of Water. I call upon thee to be present during this ritual.

Please join me, and bless this circle. Thus shall it be.

Four candle are lit, only one remaining. For each element is a pillar of the universe, only me, the soul, the last pillar needs to be raised.

I light the final candle.

"Gods, Goddess and Guardian Angels! I call upon thee to be present with me during this ritual.

Bless this circle and keep me protected. No unwanted entities are welcome here! Only pure, devine beings are invited into this space!

The circle is cast, thus shall it be!"

Immediately after the circle was cast, May started to breath hard, and rapidly. Under the white blanket, i could see sweat wetting like a waterfall almost instantly. This is how powerful "magic" can be. The demon is reacting to the circle i have established. He is not welcome here, and he knows that perfectly. But this won't be enough to expel the demon.

"May, i know you can hear me."

Two souls in one body bare the same eyes and ears.

"I'll get it out of here."

"No matter what happens, don't worry. You'll be fine. I promise."

*Heehehehee…*

That was not May. But i know she could hear me.

It's time to get it out of here. I need his name.

"You are in my realm and obey to my laws vile creation!"

*hahahaha!!*

"Who are you!! I command you to tell me your name!"

*HAHAHAHAHA!!*

*I LIIIKE YOUUU!! I like you alot! Such a WILL!! Soooo STRONG!!! HAHAHAHA!!*

The blanket flew onto my face. Resolved, i immetiately removed it from a single swift move.

I looked at May's eyes, not your usual all black like you see in movies, but rather golden like a flame. One eye however, was still a pale green…

Her face was pale white. Veins were clearly visible, and bruises all over her body and face proved that she suffered alot.

She had enough.

Dripping my pentacle necklace in holy water, i am preparing my mind for an ugly moment where i would torture the demon until he tell me his name.

I rapidly struck my pentacle necklace on her forehead. Both sweat and dripping water were evaporating rapidly as the demon let out a piercing scream of pain.

"I WON'T STOP UNTIL YOU. GIVE. ME. YOUR NAME!!!"

*AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!*

*I CAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN'T!!!! IT HURTS!!! TOOOOO MUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCH!!!"

"TELL ME YOUR NAME! NOW!!"

*AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!*

My mind goes numb, he's attacking me. I must keep the pace and stay concentrated. But despise my strong will, my eyes black out. My mind, suspended is it's own realm where i hear in a dark, deep voice, his name.

*…Irritum…*

I fell on my knees as soon as i hear the name and immediately come back to my senses. The strenght of my will is still there. While i see May's body, looking exhausted, i know May isn't the exhausted one.

"Irritum…"

"I know you. I heard about you."

"Demon of all sorrows."

[cont.]


 No.8

File: 1446177538811.jpg (414.38 KB, 5700x6900, 19:23, Peng.jpg)

Project Dark Angel - Prologue Part 3

=====

I got the demon on my sight. Like a sniper had his target right in his scope. Irritum: The demon of all sorrows. A nasty one.

"Well. Irritum. It is now time for you to leave."

*I… I shall… haunt you… forever…. sorcerer…!*

I stand in front of May, and in front of Irritum who is still dominating her, but severely weakened.

"It's alright May."

"Everything will be alright."

I am ready to face the Triple return law, but deep down, i know it's worth it…

OR MAYBE NOT.

[TRAVIA: The following incantations are real. And is the only Latin-based incantation of the whole game. It is considred to be the root of pagan exorsist rites used by Christians. Source: www.wiccanspells.info/exorcism-spell-latin-incantation/]

"Regna terrae, cantata Deo, psallite Cernunnos,

Regna terrae, cantata Dea psallite Aradia.

caeli Deus, Deus terrae,

Humiliter majestati gloriae tuae supplicamus."

The demon let out a slow, faint hum. Getting ever louder.

"Ut ab omni infernalium spirituum potestate,

Laqueo, and deceptione nequitia,

Omnis fallaciae, libera nos, dominates."

The demon is trying to stop me. I must not stop. For May. Her family.

"Exorcizamus you omnis immundus spiritus

Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio,

Infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,

Omnis and congregatio secta diabolica."

The demon is trying everything in it's power to stop me. The ground started shacking and gaining strenght, objects flew away from their rightful place.

"Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, dominates,

Ut coven tuam secura tibi libertate servire facias,

Te rogamus, audi nos!"

The occasional lightning turned into loud thunder without any rain.

"Ut inimicos sanctae circulae humiliare digneris,

Te rogamus, audi nos!"

The whole sky, somehow was lit up, like a lightning staying somehow in place.

"Terribilis Deus Sanctuario suo,

Cernunnos ipse truderit virtutem plebi Suae,

Aradia ipse fortitudinem plebi Suae."

The ground shacking, The sky somehow permanently lit, books and dishes falling from their shelves, Irritum, in endless suffering by the sound of these words, May, who had more than enough.

And me. Who is about to change not only my life. But the fate of this world.

It's all my fault.

"Benedictus Deus, Gloria Patri,

Benedictus Dea, Matri gloria!!"

*RHHOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!*

Irritum, in it's worst state possible, threw himself out of May's body in a shell of dense energy comming from her forehead. And exploded. At the same time, outside, sounded like a loud bomb exploded as well. The windows turned from white-blue, to orange-flame. The explosion of the shell knocked me out.

The ritual was a success. But… what happened?

I regain my consiousness. The house look like a disaster. I check the grandfather clock, who fell, and stopped working at exactly midnight.

A dead silence ruled the house.

"…Hello?"

Nothing. Only disorder, dead candles and… May. Laying there on the ground.

"…May?"

"ugh…"

She wakes up like if it was 6 in the morning.

"May. I am the Metaphysical practitioner who freed you from a possession. Are you alright?"

"…what?"

"oh…"

"…yeah. i… i could hear you…"

"Irritum…"

"The cage…"

May finally gets on her knees, but keep her eyes closed for a moment, looking up. Contemplating her liberation by letting out a great sigh.

"Thank you. Thank you so much… I-"

"*GASP!*"

As soon as she opened her eyes and looked at me, she froze and turned pale white. Fear.

…Why?

"Ugh… yeah well… that's what most girls did when they saw my face at school, no need to repeat that."

But she staired. Like if she were terrified, yet… fascinated.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Y-your… your face… body… eveything…!"

"What!? what's wrong with the-"

I looked at my hands. I did not looked at my hands.

I looked at bones.

Bones.

I felt petrified. Yet, i felt no goosebumps.

"what…?"

I ran in front of the nearest standing mirror. And screamed, as i saw my demise.


 No.12

File: 1446189504006.png (97.36 KB, 618x253, 618:253, Eiliv2o.png)

LICENSE: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0/

A good listening meanwhile(Play once!) (**** 4-star will indicate where the song should technically end) : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uNWoB-xiZvk

=

The sun rise, creating the usual apocalyptic orange skies, decorating the ruins of both world that collided trough space and Wandering Duske in such a beautiful way.

But today, the wastelands emptied themselves all into this one spot. On this one moment where the fate of mankind is decided, in front of a huge castle… I wish i couldn't say that. But I shall fix what i have done.

"Commander, The overseers have dispatched all their remaining troopers and all of our population is here as well."

"This is going to be a bloodbath…"

The bloodbath could have been avoided if i haven't done this exorsist ritual.

May… I miss you. Your death bares on me.

"ALL OF YOU, SHUT UP AND LISTEN!!"

A peircing roar resonated trough the wastelands. The commander speaks:

"We are all here, standing before the very eye of the storm that is about to bestow upon us!"

A person from the ranks have been reached.

"WE ARE WITH HUMANITY'S HEART AND WITH YOU UNTIL DEATH COMMANDER!! "

Cutting the speach of a commander should be quite undisiplined. But he simlpy walked toward him and told him that we will make things right before continuing.

"All of us who can hold a rifle have been granted permision to fight on this day. For THIS! THIS IS WELL LIKELY OUR LAST DAY!!"

And indeed, by "everyone" the militia wasn't kidding.

Every man women and kids strong enough to hold a rifle is here. Most rifles are custom made and innacurate. Most would consider this a rebelious dictatorship that brainwashed their youngs to stand and fight on this day. But i cannot blame them. Today is truly the day where i must not fail like i failed May.

"I cannot hide that i can sence fear in all of you!! A fear of loosing a chance at living tomorrow, at dying by these magic blasters and magic-powered exosuits! Yes! We ARE INFERIOR!"

"But your… OUR will to live… is the most powerful weapon we have."

This is going to be rough. A battle inside the citadel hasn't occured since the revelation civil war, before the cataclysm even occured.

"When all abomination rain in our stand, where we hold the last hopes of peace, freedom and true progress! The progress that we all strive for and deserve!!"

"Today, we shall fight for it."

"And if he must be denied of our victory…"

"…We'll give them HELL BEFORE THEY DO!!"

The hearts of the populace rose like the very sun, screaming with all their love. Their love for humanity. A civilization with no more suffering.

Their hatered for what the citadel has become, is fueled by their love and hope for one another.

****

While mine, was as empty as my hand.

For me, everything went silent after this plain, simple speech. I didn't felt lifted in hopes, nor filled with determination. I wasn't part of the rebellion, i was here because this happened on my watch, by my hands. I'm from another world, in another Wandering Duske, in another place, parallel to this one.

And then, i felt like Wandering Duske froze for just a second.

A second of an eternity.

"Do you have blood….?"

"…Sorcerer?"

A dark veil shattered my vision. I cannot control myself. It's this feeling again…

*Despair?*

*Sadness…*

*All the melancholy in the world seem to topple on your shoulders, Sorcerer.*

*And not just this one, but yours as well…*

"…Leave me… Already…"

*I told you, Sorcerer! I told you about love! It is dangerous! Fatal and deadly!*

*Just look at you!*

*…You are hanging by a thread!*

*What is this thread made of? Hope? Love? Pain?*

*Do you like this pain? Would you rather bleed?*

Violins, piano, And a sound i can only describe as… "a dark gloom". The orchestra pounds on my soul full strenght. This is torture of a whole new level.

Yes. I'd rather bleed.

*Your ability to bleed is lost.*

*Only your very being can, now…*

*I'll keep the best for the end, Sorcerer.*

"Why… don't you leave me."

*You ask this question at such an opportunate Sorcerer…*

*You will know. Soon.*

*Come, fight your way inside the citadel. Find me within it's depth.*

*I promise you…*

*I'm going to hurt you…*

What!? Irritum!!? Inside the citadel?? How… can this be!?

*I'm going to hurt you so bad…*

May… i failed you. You became my greatest weakness…

:You haven't failed me… Silly!:

May. I know what i must do, now.

I freed you from your demon, at the price of taking it's wrath onto me.

I would have done it again. Twice the Wandering Duske i would have done it.

I shall make things right.


 No.33

LICENSE: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0/

By the time i was done with Irritum's orchestra, the underground began to crumble over my skull. As an opening appears nearby, i see my only chance to escape, and stay alive.

I feel like a gigantic meteor lifted from my shoulders.

Why in the world am i trying to survive?

It's no use… But something… a feeling, tells me i should press forward to an unknown fate.

I jump into the dark crumbled entrance, to the unknown catacombs of the citadel. The forgotten city of Tallsky*.

(*Tallsky was the old name of the citadel, named such due to it's large and tall castle, watching over the rest of the city.)

As i walk trough the catacombs, i feel like multiple presences stairs at me. I see people, dead people… It is filled with…

Void. Emptiness. Nothing.

In this place, nothing can be done to improve the afterlife of the inhabitants. No hero would ever bring hope. No ideology would bring order. No court would bring justice. No war shall bring peace.

I stumble across an old grandfather clock as i find my way trough the catacomb.

[cont.]


 No.34

>>33

(Cut scene start)

==Best result audio track:== https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-MftAdj7sQE

"This clock…"

"time…"

"…Space…"

This clock was very familiar. I've seen it somewhere…

"It's ticking…"

"…time is ticking."

I touch the wooden frame that i cannot physically feel. And yet, i felt something. Something much deeper than just physical contact. A whole new kind of contact. I felt warm, calm… happy… glad…

…love…

"MAY!!!??"

The time on the clock was 11:59.

Still ticking…

And for every ticks, it felt like a knife trough a heart that i no longer carry.

"MAY!! COME BACK!!! PLEASE!!!"

Silence, at the exception of the ticks.

Even the feelings sought most by everyone's lives and soul was just a suffering. Thanks god, the orchestra doesn't exist anymore.

As i walk away from the clock, it's tickings finally reached 12:00.

As the bell rang, a foul toll could be heard. Dreadful, and twisted toll.

I don't have much time left. I must not fail May!

Most mortals would think they have come to a dead end with this locked door, and once upon immemorial times, was a simple entrance for an apartment block. I see a skeleton nearby…

"Hey! I need your help, this is vital!"

… (The meaning here is that the skull is silent in the game, only Skell can hear it.)

"Cmon please… you have to help me!"

Tiny, faint, blue dots appeared in it's skull. (Making eyes like Skell, but much smaller. Dot-sized)

"I need to find the key… can you help me with that?"

… (The skull tells Skell that it'd be right back. After fading away. What the soul inside the skull does is infact searching it's memory to find the key to the door. Of course, the skull is familiar with this door, he died next to it. To search it's memory, one's soul can travel back in time (since they are four-dimensional beings: time, which is supposed to be the fourth dimension. See: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDaKzQNlMFw) to find the key)

The soul inside the skull then slowly faded away. Leaving me all alone for a few moments, before it's jaw opens, and drops a beautifully crafted brass key.

"It was there all along?"

The dots reappears inside the skull i am speaking with.

"Why… how did you died with a key in your mouth?"

…(Here, the skull tells that the key was hidden because of two reasons. First, this key is a relic. It actually opens any doors, and was invented by the overseers in secrecy, until a citadel insider blew the whistle on the overseers secret projects (excluding the Dark Angel Project, which came after the cataclysm) it was given to a random person on the street by the insider before getting murdered just before the civil war occurred, pre-cataclysm era. Second, when the person's (the soul in the skull) home was raided by the citadel overwatch troopers, right before the civil war occurred, the overwatch troopers ordered him to tell everything he knew about the insider, or else they kill him and his family. All along, the key was in his mouth, because as someone who was enraged with the overseer's corruption, putting they key in his mouth was the best solution he could have think to never open his mouth, in vain. Since the insider was killed later after. (This also subtly explains why it is one of the only silent souls in the game.) THE ART TO INDUCE THE AWE OF THE SUBTLE!)

"I see…"

"…I see…"

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thank you. I owe you."

…("Finish this, sorcerer. Once and for all… I bid you, in the name of me and my beloved family… Good luck." And thus ends Skell's encounter with the game's most clouded character. It is a character with no name, no ambitions, but with a story.)

I climb the sharp stairs with no exhaustion at the top. Outside, i see rubbles and dirt blasting trough space. The ground shattering with the impact of highly dense energy-based projectiles. Our brave militia was making a desperate push for the citadel, and overthrow the overseers.

Desolation is now the only true ruler of this once radiant land, with it's once tall, and proud society, as a rift suddenly tear the sky apart above a large plateau.

:Slat.:

The salt dropped onto the plateau.

:Bone Powder.:

The bones of the most innocent of children were dropped on the plateau…

:Coal.:

Tons of coals, with a foul, hellish smell, were dropped on the plateau…

:Ashes.:

Ashes of corrupted sinning citizens, were dropped on the plateau…

:They were all sinners anyway…:

:It is time. Light the candles!:

:This is it…:

The overseers and almost finished. 5 candles are lit. North. East. South. West. Soul.

"It can't be…"

:And now, one, single drop of gold.:

A precise droplet of gold was then placed in the middle of the plate.

This is it…

:Gentlemen, The Dark Angel Project, was a success!!:


 No.35

>>34

Slowly materializing, a gigantic, powerful demon appears in front of the militia. They have no hope to win against such monstrosity.

I failed.

May… I failed you…

My bones crumbled onto my knees. I gaze into the Dark Angel's eyes, as it gazes into my soul. Powerless, i feel what everybody is feeling: Despair times ten. Hundred. Thousands.

And then… time came to a halt.

Irritum appears before me.

*Are you desensitized yet?*

"…How can i be desensitized when you never stop hurting me?"

*eheheheh…*

*You have gone trough so much, sorcerer!*

*You did good! You did good all around you… at the cost of your own well-being.*

*I wonder, sorcerer… How is your…pfhm… "Partner" is doing…*

I close my eyes, recalling my "Partner".

The happiness she gave me.

*Is she here to give you a break?*

The hopes she gave me.

*Is she here to comfort your mind?*

The sorrow she gave me.

*Is she here to hold you?*

Comfort…

*You are pathetic…*

It's true.

Sadness…

*You're the man right! YOU are the ONE WHO MUST HOLD HER!!*

And i did.

Worries…

*YOU are the ONE WHO SHOULD HAVE SWAYED HER TEAR!!*

And so did I!

Tears… of pain and joy…

*YOU are nothing but a crybaby now, JUST LOOK AT YOU, SORCERER!!*

Is it still ok for me to cry?

Her smile…

*You brought her along with you in your insane adventures…*

She was involved since the beginning…

Her face…

*You gave her the means to fight and destroy what's left!*

We destroyed and created so much together…

Her eyes…

*You pained her on purpose to get her attention!*

I was desperate, and afraid. I've always been… my whole life…

Her soul…

*You desired her for yourself so much, and NEVER TOLD ANYTHING!!

I'm scared…

Her voice…

*You are lame…*

It's true…

Her lips…

*You are so lame, sorcerer!*

It's true…

Her silhouette…

*You are never, EVER GOING TO GET OUT OF YOUR CAGE!!!*

Stop…

…Her love…?

*You shall NEVER, EVER FULFILL, ANY YOUR DESIRES!!!*

"I WILL MOTHER FUCKING KILL YOU YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!"

(Cut scene ends, final boss battle start.)


 No.36

Project Dark Angel - Epilogue

LICENSE: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0/

(After a boss battle against Irritum, the demon of sorrows, he fused himself with the summoned Dark Angel, becoming "Irritum: The Dark Angel". To increase the sence of urgency in the player's mind, you have very limited time (3 minutes) to beat him. Which require you to cast your spells rapidly, without getting hit for a total of three times, or you will loose a considerable amount of time. The boss fight is initially thought to be a very precise fight that requires alot of coordination, which makes it's difficulty.)

(This is the end of Project Dark Angel.)

======

There was one flaw with the Dark Angel.

Me.

Summoned using Irritum's name by the overseers, he was able to fuse himself with it.

However, a long, long time ago, I've cast out the same demonic entity out of a person's body… And turned out to be an invaluable friend.

From that day, when the cataclysm occurred… i not only realized that it wasn't entirely my fault, but i also became Irritum's greatest weakness.

*No…*

*Not this again…*

Irritum, The Dark Angel. He needed one final blow to leave this plane, and never come back.

I know what i must do.

"Irritum."

*STAY AWAY YOU!!*

*I… CANNOT… DIE…!!*

Yes. Yes you will.

"Pain was my whole life, Irritum."

"It was unwanted. I never asked for all this."

"And you know it."

"You did not belong in our… my world."

"You do not belong in the realm of existence…"

"…Just like me."

May…

…Goodbye.

:Skell…:

:Never say goodbye, Skell…:

:I'll be waiting…:

"I love you…"

:I love you.:

This is my last will: Purge Irritum.

I throw candles at the Dark Angel, and magically manipulate them to fall right in place.

The heat from the Dark Angel's coal-based skin, lit them up for me.

North. East. South. West.

I am soul.

I am being.

I am benevolent.

I am sinner.

I am hero.

I am failure.

I am mind.

I am skull.

I am human.

My name is Skell. I am a metaphysical practitioner. A paranormal investigator, An occultist, A magician, and this is my last will before ceasing to exist.

"GODS AND GODDESSES! HEAR MY ONLY, SIMPLE CALL!!!"

Irritum, terrified, screeched so loud, that ears of all beings, dead or alive, simply exploded out of their skulls.

"ACCEPT MY SOUL!! MAKE MY LAST WISH COME TRUE!!!"

*EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!*

"THUS SHALL IT BEEE!!!"

"Farewell, cruel, cruel world."

[Best result soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjPUSTkyjSs]

Skell charged the Dark Angel, with tremendous strength of will power. He fused his soul with the Dark Angel's golden core to destroy it.

When Skell fuses with the golden core, the Dark Angel was no more.

So was Irritum, and Skell.

The Dark Angel, now an unstable abomination, fell apart into ashes.

The searing wind of the cursed zone, began to soften, becoming a gentle breeze.

The dark clouds in the sky once again were fluffy, and white.

The surviving citadel citizens once again became human beings, with a mind and their morals.

Commander Stevenson, joins Evanny's side.

"This sorcerer… Skell was is name?"

:Yes…i heard he's gone trough a very painful existence.:

:…He was very sad.:

"I've seen him one time… i mean… felt him, i think…"

:Was he ever happy?:

"Yes, this is what i remember the most from him! This is what i've felt!"

:How?:

"Oh i know… it was his companion!"

:Oh, right! They were go great together! i loved to see them.:

:May, was it?:

"Yes, he was devastated when she was killed."

:Yeah… i remember… feeling his… i don't know.:

:I don't know what he felt, but…:

"Evanny."

:hm?:

"I get what he was fighting for."

:…i think i get it too.:

"Really?"

:Humanity is beautiful when they are together.:

:Just like Skell and May.:

"Evanny…"

:Nature, Steve. We are part of it.:

:…I think it should stay that way.:

"Balance with nature."

:But… we fought for freedom… If we enforce straight morals, the people won't be-:

"Evanny."

"We just seen the edge."

"We've been at the edge."

"This is where not only you and I get their lesson, but mankind as a whole."

"We all got our lesson…"

:And this nice little couple was our light at the end of the tunnel…:

"Everything will be alright now…"

As rain of pure water falls down into the wastelands, The overseers were overthrew by necessary force.

The citadel walls wet, and shine with the sun, rising on the horizon. This is the dawn of a new era.

We shall make things right.

=The End.=

Why not choosing a credit song?:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XW0v_R5uo8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R79eCtDfC-Q (lel credits)


 No.37

>>36

May and skell were reunited in the afterlife, and became a symbol of hope and dignity to the people of the timeline where they died in. Their souls, now trapped into a world that wasn't their, now found their ultimate purpose. "Proving" that the world they were both born into wasn't theirs.

They found a place among legends.

Their souls shall never die, for as long as humanity will be able to remember.




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