THE SUBURBS

In the dim light, it shined by your face slightly as you attacked the demons piece by piece. You saw a gate. Maybe this was the end of your journey? You only had one soul to revive by it left.

"So, the day has finally come."

Someone spoke once you walked in. The wind blew and his hair silently waved by the strong air. His hands were clasped behind his back, as if he has been expecting this.. which, in fact, he did.

"The day of which a monster, of rage and unrelenting fury, would snuff out of Her beauty."

He paused.

"My angel has spoken of this day."

"My Final day."

His hand halted to get his sword.

"May His will be a symbol of hope for my people, one last time…"

He slowly turned his heel to look at you. Vengeance burning in his eyes.

"Grant me my fate. Monster."

He unsheathed his sword. Ready for battle. You readied your dual glocks.