The Great Demon Strikes

We were born demons, scraping by beneath a veil of the uncanny. Bearing shields from the tower and blades from the serpent’s jaws, we carve open the heavens amid the vast sea of humanity.

I stand atop the high-rises, my light sleeves brushing over the countless lives below. For this so-called world of great unity, you and I fly like moths into the flames.

The candle dies, wisps of smoke drift. You all knock on the abyss, and wait for me as my blood stains the rainbow...