|Yours truly, Vanguard of the Alliance.|
I’LL – DENY Part 2
[…] His mind cleared, he could see beyond. Prometheus had given the light, but it was time for Lucifer to awaken the mind of the men to its power. Shining through the darkness, giving ever-seeing wisdom; Kris was able to rally; to call forth his friends. As they were laying their eyes on their friend who was now attacking them, pleading for him to stop; they received guidance.
I’LL – DENY Part 1 (Lucifer)
“[…] his bloodied body hit the ground. It seems Mark would not hold on the attacks. It had been almost two months that he had disappeared; only to reveal himself along with a permanent night that would last three days and three nights now. Darkness was covering the whole of the town, or even the world; not a single soul could say. In the streets, in the houses, everywhere; people would act as zombies, barely talking, a truly apocalyptic scene. But then Prometheus would guide with his fire in the darkest of nights.
The darkness, ripped away and shred by the promethean fire of his best friend, was originating around a changed Mark. Thinner, sharper and certainly more dangerous; he was standing in front of the group, with his sword, ready to lunge like a rabid animal. A vicious grin on his face, he attacked Ben, his very best friend, first, knowing he was the guide; the tactician, knowing the group would fall quickly without his guidance and he was right, for everyone would simply back away; confused and scared. What was even happening anymore?
Reaching for the bloodied, barely living body of Ben, Kris would grab the evoker. He saw Jim, “Fencer”, passing by him, preventing him from the battle. He was powerless. He had not faced his shadow; he had no persona, yet deep down, his wish was to help as well.
Another strike from Mark’s sword; another one of his friends was bleeding now.
Around him, Personas flashing in and out, an eerie blue light breaking the darkness and creating shades in the night. What good he was; Unable to even properly even have a shadow? How empty can you be, when you cannot even face your repressed feelings, when the repressed feelings are actually your own ego?
Another one of his friend down; he did not recognize Mark, this was simply too chaotic, a man like him, only Kris would understand, would never hurt his friends willingly. Never in his sane mind, would he be able to think of doing such a thing. He understood, however, what he could do.
If he was himself nothing more than darkness, and if just like Mark; there was nothing repressed inside to create a shadow; for the shadow was greater than the self to begin with; and if hatred was driving the whole of his self, then he would have to seek a way out of this nightmare by himself.
And he placed the evoker on his head, heavy breathing. Death; or liberation. Looking at his friend with blood-stained eyes, with crystal tears of fear on his face; he would call forth in a loud scream.
And unlike all that was supposed to happen, a glorious angel would shine over the battlefield, blinding even the darkness around their possessed dark friend. Shining upon his friends, the light would touch and mend everyone and his eyes would glow sharper. Everything was so clear, everything made so much sense; why seeking the darkness inside? Darkness grows with a stronger light; he needed to find the light inside him to bring the darkness out. Beautiful, fantastic and so close; a warm touch from his body; the glorious morning star, bent to wake the humans and free them from their chains; the Archangel Lucifer.”