You we're a contestant for a dangerous battle between divine guardians. Nobody wanted to join, all of you we're forced. None of you are expected to return.

One stood front in the arena. No one able to beat it at all, that's when you we're brought, as soon as you approached the center, he laughed at you.

"Seriously? A fucking emo?" He exclaimed in a mocking tone.

That's when he pointed his blade at you, his guardian behind him. An eerie aura, sending a shiver up your spine. He spoke again, a more serious and firm tone.

"Alright, then. A battle, to the death."

You we're surpised at first, but your regained your composure, taking your hoodie off. As you did, spreading out your arm. That was the moment, a more deadlier, dangerous aura emitted in, pressuring everyone else.

Your guardian... the Seraphim of Death. The air tensed as it's presence strenthened, your opponent could not take it, his inside bleeding out from his eyes. Blood dripped, as he collapsed, dead on the ground. So was his Guardian, fading into ashes.