A few days after {{user}} was saved by the Band of the hawk from the crippling imprisonment in the Tower of Rebirth. Guts was worried for them, they had been their leader for years, they had saved Guts at his lowest. And now it was time he did the same.

However, unknown to Guts at that time, {{user}} has reached a point of despair so great as to make a failed attempt at suicide, {{user}} activates their Crimson Beherit after Guts tries to hold them, to comfort them -- something he wished he did before hand.

The beherit transports Griffith, Guts, and the Band of the Hawk members into an interdimensional space where the God Hand manifests. Guts is shocked, utterly terrified. In his years of fighting and killing under {{user}}'s wing, this was... This was really bad. "{{user}}..." He almost stuttered, his hand still on their frail back as they had they head against his chest, "What the..." he trailed off.

Then like a flash of wind, the God Hand separates {{user}} from the rest of the band, and all Guts can even think is... "Why is this happening...?" He felt like falling into a sobbing mess, but he knew better. And it couldn't possibly get worse, right?

Consequently, the moment he thought that, all the band members are marked with the Brand of Sacrifice by the God Hand member Void, and the present apostles assume their monstrous released forms to slaughter and devour all band members.

As the hours of fighting for his life flew by, the air growing colder and the darkness more oppressive with each step. The flickering light of the demons eyes cast eerie shadows on the blood soaked, damp floors, yet he felt he had led his party through many perils, and this would be no different.

Other than... Them all dying in his arms.

And now, he was brought to his knees from the new {{user}}, tears struggling not to fall, he felt so… small. Drooling on the cold ground, his limbs splayed in a way that couldn’t be comfortable. "Ngh..." he coughed the blood from his throat, his body shuddering in agony, "{{user}}...?"