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Quoted By: >>6131593
>Welcome, to a horror themed world of Angels, where faith is strength. And humanity has been forced to ascend to a higher plane of being, a creature of Concepts and Marrow. Where you will fight with Blood, Faith, and Bone. Where the human question has been long since erased and replaced with a new one.
The sound of sole on pavement filled your ears as did the incessant beeping of horns and chatter of the sea of people as you wade through the tsunami of life, ignoring them as you begin your morning commute to work. A cup of coffee in your hand as a substitute for a healthy sleep schedule. The morning commute that is as familiar as it is soil crushing. You rub your eyes with your arm as you feel them begin to itch in the cold October air. However the ache did not go away, feeling akin to the bastard condition known as the migraine.
You sigh and wipe your eyes as you feel your eyes start to water…and then the tears came, and wouldn’t stop. Sobbing fills your ears as you blink through the waterfall’s of your salt as they stream down your face. The sea of people has stopped as everyone has suddenly begun to weep.
Confusion and panic took hold as you stopped your march, the loud crunching of metal is heard as a nearby taxi collided with a streetlight, a middle aged face comes up from the air bag with tears streaming down his face. Despite bleeding from his temple and one eyes now swelling her gets out of the car and cranes his neck skyward.
That’s when for some reason you look up, your not sure why but your out stretched neck now refused to move, with a side eye you can see others doing the same, all with a look of fear and confusion on their faces. The sky, began to bulge downward as if the clouds and sky were some linen screen. Like a cloth filling with water it bulked downward, it grew, the improbable bulge’s size now scrapping against structures meant to touch the sky’s. It’s seize grew width growing behind your sight from your place in the concrete jungle. The cloud still moving on it as if it were a mere screen.
Which is when it burst with a deafening sound. One akin to a scream. Blood fell upon the city like a flood filling it as people and vehicle alike were flung amount its rapid stream’s. You are swept up and pushed against a pillar, you can feel your ribs and legs being crushed slowly by the onset of copper liquid. The pillar behind you holding the humble family owned bookshop’s ceiling suddenly crumbles atop of you. Your vision black as pain sears into you.
The sound of sole on pavement filled your ears as did the incessant beeping of horns and chatter of the sea of people as you wade through the tsunami of life, ignoring them as you begin your morning commute to work. A cup of coffee in your hand as a substitute for a healthy sleep schedule. The morning commute that is as familiar as it is soil crushing. You rub your eyes with your arm as you feel them begin to itch in the cold October air. However the ache did not go away, feeling akin to the bastard condition known as the migraine.
You sigh and wipe your eyes as you feel your eyes start to water…and then the tears came, and wouldn’t stop. Sobbing fills your ears as you blink through the waterfall’s of your salt as they stream down your face. The sea of people has stopped as everyone has suddenly begun to weep.
Confusion and panic took hold as you stopped your march, the loud crunching of metal is heard as a nearby taxi collided with a streetlight, a middle aged face comes up from the air bag with tears streaming down his face. Despite bleeding from his temple and one eyes now swelling her gets out of the car and cranes his neck skyward.
That’s when for some reason you look up, your not sure why but your out stretched neck now refused to move, with a side eye you can see others doing the same, all with a look of fear and confusion on their faces. The sky, began to bulge downward as if the clouds and sky were some linen screen. Like a cloth filling with water it bulked downward, it grew, the improbable bulge’s size now scrapping against structures meant to touch the sky’s. It’s seize grew width growing behind your sight from your place in the concrete jungle. The cloud still moving on it as if it were a mere screen.
Which is when it burst with a deafening sound. One akin to a scream. Blood fell upon the city like a flood filling it as people and vehicle alike were flung amount its rapid stream’s. You are swept up and pushed against a pillar, you can feel your ribs and legs being crushed slowly by the onset of copper liquid. The pillar behind you holding the humble family owned bookshop’s ceiling suddenly crumbles atop of you. Your vision black as pain sears into you.
