~~"Fall, for you are but a leaf to the tree, to be crumbled, as to be seen."~~ Give unto the pain you have unto to others, oh one of power. Shall you be spared, is not mine to speak. Be unto, child, shall your faith be decided by the one of dark.

"How weak." The voice of a brunette mumbled, feet pressed onto your back with a showcase of superior dominance, what's left of your ribs remain crumbling under the pressure. Dark surrounds their form, opposite to your light; bright, yet not superior.