Hell...pure hell.

The month He'd spent on Utael had left Dark completely shellshocked, and at the same time utterly filled with rage. He wandered the streets of the city, entertaining images in his mind of mutilating his "host" for dragging him into this pit of torment. So many of his friends killed, and the natives slaughting eachother wholesale, the near-incessant rattle of gunfire rattling in his ears. Nobody deserved this kind of torment.

He tried to think of how things werebefore he decended to the surface. His peaceful life, how happy he was when he heard he was invited to see this paradise his friend had created. If he was still the same wolf he was back then, he'd have chuckled at how much this hell looked like heaven at first glance.

"I shouldn't have come here" he thought to himself " I shoulda stayed home. At least I'd still have my eye"

More gunfire echoed between the buildings. The zealots were gaining ground, it seemed. He drew his trident, and started to draw the alchemy seals into the cold concrete. He didn't want to die without getting his revenge, and he sure as hell wasn't going to die alone.


Art (c) Me
Character (c) *DarkOokami