A Harvest of Blood // Game End // Human, Demon, Fiend victory
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- He/Him
As the last elf fades into the west, the remaining survivors look upon each other a weapon in one's clutches, the others with splayed claws. It was a Knight's duty to slay any infernal being in their path, and both of the rival infernalists were tasked with duties to their individual Arch-beings to make sure every soul was properly reaped... perhaps... that could be arranged, death was a great unifier. The discussion was short as each survivor agreed to the terms of the last braw.
A three-way brawl danced across the island, a battle that the sagas would be proud to call their own, but alas none would record its glory, and then each of them left this mortal coil, almost in unison.
The Arch Beings bickered as they shared an equal share of souls, except for the Arch-Turtle who sank below the Ocean's depths to wash the blood from their carapace... from their mind.
A three-way brawl danced across the island, a battle that the sagas would be proud to call their own, but alas none would record its glory, and then each of them left this mortal coil, almost in unison.
The Arch Beings bickered as they shared an equal share of souls, except for the Arch-Turtle who sank below the Ocean's depths to wash the blood from their carapace... from their mind.