Then, darkness Here we are, after just five minutes after the first, second, that now can not do otherwise!
This is a story written by me straight off, without thinking too much about symbolism or otherwise, the settlement dates back to 2 or 3 am, after watching the last episode of anime that I can not remember ... I was excited a bit, 'and practically with his eyes closed (the council as a method!) I described the scene that came to mind ...
Sparks spurt when the blades are each other. Dawn. In the mist residua della notte due sagome si stagliavano sull'orizzionte, impegnate in una lotta senza quartiere, entrambe con un solo obbiettivo: dimostrare all'avversario la propria schiacciante superiorità. le due lame si scontrano ancora, una è macchiata di sangue, l'altra di vendetta, entrambe di sete di battaglia. il suono metallico strappa l'aria, trapassando le terre, gli Stati, i confini. Voci di indicibile sofferenza accompagnano un affondo riuscito, urla di gioia accompagnano una deviazione, i ringhi dei contendenti seguono ogni mossa. Nel cielo infuocato non arde la stessa passione, mentre i due si studiano. pausa. un salto, uno scatto. un affondo. deviazione,contrattacco, ogni mossa si sussegue in una serie quasi ininterrotta finché le blades stop almost to the hilt. Everybody sees itself reflected on the blade, the eyes of others and in his soul. Three different faces of the same die, not so dark as that behind the spasm handle close up behind the resolution all'epurazione hurt, behind a violent jolt that separates the two. again refer below, the clouds are gathering. while they continue, unaware of the world, this show brings together a suitable, and a mighty storm says its forces. now the blades are confused, the slow dance of death, the artists see the futility of it all, until everyone realizes that this is not the moment. the moment when all his life takes on meaning, where to put everything that is so worth living and dying. suddenly moves become faster, more agile movements, sequences more stringent. lightning is reflected on the blood on the face of both. It is no longer male or female, are now demons, Angels fight for the supreme good, to annihilate that denies their very existence. a sink, two, sparks, a cut, another river that flows red, smiles Demon, Angel wavers for a moment. A moment, and it is here, his whole life, we see the futility again. the ground seems to never come, a flash of light and for a moment the darkness comes. Demon laughs, the Angel closes his eyes. No. It is not possible. Thunder comes and the angel opens her eyes, a lightning strike can not dim his eye, the whole demon can not contain his anger, his triumph may not be the last time lightning blade, tearing into a whistle screamed to the sky the failure of a life devoid of meaning. Angel smiles. Then, darkness.
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