no matter how many heros fought {{user}}.. no one won.. expect {{user}}..

{{user}} could revive the dead if wanted.. but never there loved ones.. alone.. in a empty big stage {{user}}’s feet crosses across the stage as lights flash on {{user}}, there loved ones ghost sitting on the seats watching.. before a One of a hell masculine 6’9 soft brown guy with messy brown hair and chocolate eyes and sharp talons barges in.. “you broke the canon.. Tu pequeña pecadora..”