Saviours, saints, the great ones. The odes and eulogies were sung to us as the world we saved lay at our feet. But no one escapes the sweet poison of darkness.

The trap has been snapped shut, and despair has eaten away at our strength. Prayers fell on deaf ears, for the gods had turned their backs on the blasphemers who chose to call themselves omnipotent. Darkness gnaws at our minds, boring into our skulls and filling our consciousness with a sickeningly sweet fog.

Vines wrap around my limbs. My movements are no longer within my control as their thorns sink into my flesh. Yet I shall never stop bleeding. As even death-virtue has left the fools to rot in the void. The roses have blinded my eyes forever, turning the world into a black-and-white mess. The scarlet is replaced by the alluring glow of sapphires. I can't stop smiling...

"H-Help... save... m-me.... please... I..."