General POV:
Dust, sand and ash. Those were the only things left in this barren wasteland that used to be called a home. As far as the eye can see there was only hills of sand and some mixtures of ash. Even though this was originally a place where mountains and greenery resided, it was now something completely foreign.
Below one of the hills laid two bodies, one male and one female both drenched and surrounded in blood. The man laid against the hill of sand; with his black hair flowing wildly with the wind, his face marred with blood and a pair of opened silver eyes, his torso filled with gashes that seemingly ripped his clothes off alongside some exposed injuries. The most eye-catching part about the man was his lower body-- or rather his lack of it. Where his waist used to lie, there was now a pool of blood, hinting at where the separation occurred. Contrarily, his face was blank, no anger, no pained filled expression. Nothing.
Meanwhile, the other body-- the woman's, was not that far from the state that the man was in. The woman's body lay facing the floor, her face-- due to the position of how she laid --was exposed. Her chin rested on the cold barren floor that held no life, a contrast to her beautiful and youthful appearance. Her face only showed neutrality, devoid of emotion. Her hair lay flat on her back, blood staining her lavender-colored mane. Only one of her arms were intact, that of which was located in front of her face with cuts covering her dainty white arms. The other arm-- the left one --was posted on her side, the shoulder all the way to the elbow was sizzling. The remaining parts of the arm was nowhere to be spotted but, where the elbow's stump left off was a line of ashes, located in the area that was supposed to be the wrist and the hand. Her lower body was in a way better condition, both of her legs were intact, and minimal injuries were sustained in said area. She was wearing a black long dress that hugged her figure.
Oddly enough, there was pool of blood that's near both of the figures and a trail of blood leading over hill.
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In another part of the barren wasteland, there stood a man. Feather like wings extending from his back, next to its silver glow he clutched the left part of his chest with one hand, below it, was a giant hole in his stomach. His injuries were severe but, all of his limbs were intact albeit a bit bloodied. The hole was by far the worst injury that he had. Red cloth was wrapped around his waist, extending all the way down to the back of his calves. The cloth was secured with silver piece of rope, serving as a belt. The cloth's front half was cut, which revealed his toned legs. His upper body bore no piece of clothing, leaving his chest bear for everyone to see. His smooth silver hair stained with his own blood, that of which is dripping down on his face painting it with red. The man's light blue eyes shone as he saw a yellowish orb in front of him.
Glancing at the surroundings, he paid no mind to the giant red and white corpses that surround him. His eyes lingered around before finally resting at the white particles at the orb's side. The particles were dissipating into the air, seemingly melding into its surroundings. By the time his blue eyes left it, the particles had already been reduced to but a mere fraction. Given a little bit more time or a few moments and it will have seemed like it never even had existed at all.
As his gaze arrived back at the orb, he focused all of his senses onto it. Scanning it, seeing if it were familiar.
'This has to be important.' The winged man thought. After all, the biblical God doesn't just show interest in any common orbs even more so get distracted by them.
'If worse comes to worst I could just teleport away from here.' The man's blue eyes steeled at the thought. He knew that he had already won, so why would he risk things here? He knew better than to throw away the opportunity that he's been waiting decades for.
'Soon.' He thought as he walked towards the orb. He staggered and limped with each step that he took. With how injured he was, he was already pushing himself past his limits just to walk. He didn't understand what the orb was. The only reason that he's even entertaining the thought of checking it out is that God had shown interest in the shiny spherical object.
As he neared, the orb's yellowish tint shined brighter, it looked to be reacting to his presence. And even then, the orb emitted a strange feeling of familiarity. It felt as if he was meant to be a part of it. It felt like it was a piece of himself, something that he had lost a long, long time ago. It felt warm. It felt kind. It felt like he was welcomed. It felt like home...
His eyes widened; his mouth opened agape at the thought. His light blue pupils lit up with joy and his knees buckled at the weight of his emotions sending him tumbling down, luckily, his hand was fast enough to minimize the impact of his fall.
With one arm on his chest and the other one on the floor acting as his support, he tried to stand, but even with all his will, even with how hard he tried, his feet simply gave up on him. It didn't have the power to push through, but he didn't care, he didn't care that his limbs hurt, he wouldn't even care if they had fallen off. At that moment there was only one thing on his mind.
So, with conviction and desperation he trudged on, crawling on the ground. Struggling as though he was fighting the earth itself. He kept at it as he inched closer and closer to the orb.
Until he was directly in front of it. All that's left was to stand up and take it into his arms. Using his hands he pushed himself up...
*THUD*
He fell back down, his butt hitting the sand covered floor. His legs were giving up on him, refusing to obey his mental commands.
'Hey' A simple thought reverberated in his mind. As his anger seeped onto his face, contorting his pale white porcelain features.
'This is it! So why won't you move!?' He shifted his weight and went onto all fours, letting go of his chest. His eyes shone, seemingly filled with water.
"Move! God damn it!" His deep raspy voice reverberated throughout the barren land. His hands clenching the sands beneath it.
"I said move!" His voice cracked in desperation as he hit the ground, attempting to rile himself up in the process.
"Arghhhhhhhhhhhh!" A guttural cry escaping his throat, the sound embodied that feeling of frustration running through his heart as he hit the ground. The wounds on his arm worsening as the situation goes on.
"Argh-AHhhhhhhhhhh!" His cry transitioned into a wail, desperation bursting through it like a dam that just broke. The liquid in his eye leaking to his face.
He was so close... There was no way he could fail now... After all the effort that he had gone through? There was no way. There was simply no way. His heart drummed at the thought. He couldn't imagine failing. No. It was more like he didn't want to imagine failing. The tears that stained his face dripped onto the ground and his face scrunched.
A concentration of silver energy enveloped his hand. It's form roaring with the influx of emotion coming from its bearer.
"AAARGH!" With one final battle cry, he stabbed it into his leg pouring as much mana as he could to regain the control that he desires.
His eyes' steeled, as he pushed himself up. He had finally gotten his legs to work. And so, his hand reached out, attempting to touch the golden orb.
Both of his hands couldn't stop shaking.
The orb reacted at his touch.
'This is it.' A soft smile touched his porcelain features, as a satisfied gleam shone through his eyes. He's reached it. Every waking day he spent flashed before his eyes, his memories seemingly celebrating what has occurred on this great day.
With both of his hands encircling the round object, he pulled it close. Tired, he knelt down, a smile gracing his face as he recuperated his strength.
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*Flap... Flap... Flap* *ShwooOOooosh*
Bat-like wings flapped along the air, creating a slow rhythmic beat as a figure flew along the air.
It was moving at fast speeds, all while the wind was blowing against its ear. It's blue-ish eyes roamed all along the sand ridden ground frantically.
*Flap.. Flap.. Flap*
The Bat-winged figure thrashed around in the air, as its wings worked itself to the bone to go faster.
*Fwoosh!*
The figure came to a halt as soon as it saw something on the ground. Without wasting another second, it dived down on to the ground its white hair flowing with air.
With a loud crash the figure landed on the ground, its eyes locking on to the thing that it saw.
"An egg?" A tiny low and raspy voice came from the figure as it expressed its confusion.
The thought plagued him. It was too peculiar to think that an egg— as untouched as it is, lie here safe amidst a battlefield. With that thought in mind his eyes wandered, searching for something that could explain the peculiar situation in front of him.
As his light blue eyes scanned the surroundings, he found himself staring at a trail, a trail that led to to a sand dune, exactly where he was headed before he stopped to inspect the black egg.
"It rolled?" Disbelief laced his tone, he wasn't shocked by the fact that the egg rolled, no. He was shocked by the fact that it came from where the spike of energy originated from.
'No. I don't have the time for this! I should go search for Lord Lucifer.'
With a final look at the egg, he took off to the sky, going exactly where the egg came from. All the while leaving some sand flying in his wake.
As the sand settled, the black egg shook a little bit, seemingly removing the sand that rested on its shell.
The egg was black in its entirety, only having small gold and silver slivers on its shell.
*Shwooosh*
The wind howled once again. Then the egg rolled. It was unnatural, but nobody was there to see the bizarre scene.
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Prologue
title: The conviction of a Beating Heart
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