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[In the distance, the falling stars are but cylinders with a spiky head that cuts down the air as they go down. Some would be smaller, and others would be bigger; a sign that they are closer that one could possibly think. For a moment, the collective voice of Tokyo shut down and not a single soul would even dare to cry out. In that split second, what were they all thinking? Perhaps the demons were not even aware of the incoming fire, the pest and death that far surpassed any of them, being prey to their instincts, they had been trapped in incredible, merciful ignorance. The Oni danced slowly around the flaming corpse of the Resistance Man, who had lost his life violently in a way he did not deserve, that no one did. “If it’s the nature of death and they who deserve it what comes into question, then why must we all die in the end?” Were the thoughts of the scattered survivors of Tokyo, which still had plenty of people hiding and untouched by the demons. What sin could have humanity committed to be forced to confront death again and again, watching the people you hold most dear slowly drift away into nothingness, or them taking your hand as all feelings are nulled. Even the buildings once stood as the symbol of human advancement and the countless of lives that dedicated themselves to the betterment of it all, of their own nourishment and the future of their children, we, who live in the present as they stayed in the past, already waiting on heaven or expecting for their heart to stop. “Why is it that we deserve this!?” Tokyo cried out as the bombs got further down, like rain. Surely, the streets would be flooded by names and ages. Most surely, even the red that now paints it all shall be turned to ashes and then, into a void. “Tis but a simple crime”, the angels would reply. “You lived carelessly, away from your true nature. You own yourselves to God. Return to him.”]
“For so long, have the 9 million of people in this city lived in sin and pointlessness. So much have the demons made these people suffer; in two weeks, 3 million.”
[A flash of light would blind those who still had eyes to watch. Seven pillars would extend themselves into the sky, piercing even the clouds and trying to reach out to the sky, trying to escape from themselves, wanting forgiveness for being brought into this world; the deadliest of hunters, the greatest tool, they who would see their creators off.]
“Today, everyone rests from this hellish Earth. Lay in your dreams, for those who remain are in nightmares.”
[Those who watch from the outside, would see the seven clouds extend high above all the crumbling skyscrapers. Those who are below, would be blinded and then see the monstrous chaos that had taken then the form of a titan crushing the soil. Brick would crack and stone would melt. Wood shall burn away. And the unlucky; perhaps the luckiest; would never know such a shape, for those still in Ikebukuro, Akihabara, Destiny Land, Yongen-Jaya, Shibuya, and Shinjuku would all die instantly. Their bodies would be obliterated by the incredible air blast, the shattered glass, the crumbling metal and cement, and the fire that roared straight out of the inferno. Only those who the Resistance had saved were spared, and so those who were lucky enough to be on the right truck, at the right time. Seconds would pass, and it would not be until 40 seconds later that they would hear the blast of the bomb. Even more seconds would pass, and the sound of each of the missiles, which were even further away. Each time, it would be followed by a horrible howling. As if the city was screaming in pain, for several seconds, they would hear the ghostly remnants of the spirit of Tokyo and its people. Indeed, even the planet was weeping. The soldiers around Raidou and Rowan could not believe their eyes. Some of them would even be unable to stop the tears coming from their wide eyes.]