[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/rsKmcfv.png[/img][/center] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdz-tAez1GY& Pain, pain.. No not just pain. This was the source of pain, this was the source and end result of suffering. People wished to escape this, people wished to not know this at all, but they knew it because they were the ones who gave birth to it. All that humanity feared and put into hell was that which they understood, knew and disliked. This was more than just pain. Pain was just an aspect, an incarnation of all the curses. Everything that damned humanity born of humanity, every punishment and sin of humanity laid there on the other side. He felt it, he felt it all, cutting through even the pain. But the pain.. The pain was pain was [color=ed1c24]p.. A.. i.. N.. .. A.. p.. A.. i.. N[/color] [color=ed1c24]People's malignance was the shadow of people's glow. It was the sin that encouraged righteousness, it was the evil that encouraged good. The shadow of the Golden Capital, the shadow of Heaven. Selfish, evil. For All the Evils in the World (humanity) there needed to be a reward, a reason for good. The reward was not being there.[/color] Anything was good, anything was fine, give any sort of burden just don’t bring that here!.. it’s not right [color=ed1c24]it’s not right... Ah.. I feel..[/color] He was melting away, turning into soup, turning into just another lost soul whose end destination was pain and a cursed eternity. [color=ed1c24]Falsehood, objectification, destruction, rape, murder, the sanctity of life is torn to shreds. Violence, Hatred, Fearful cruelty.[/color] [color=ed1c24]Atonement.[/color] This was the atonement, this was the punishment that awaited sin. This was death this was death. He was dying, he was dying as a person, his soul being laid out for pain. This is not enough not enough [color=ed1c24]not enough not enough not enough not enough… [/color] This doesn’t make up for anything. [color=ed1c24]This does not even bring zero.[/color] Go away. He could not say something like ‘I do not deserve this.” For it was the punishment that humanity flayed itself with. No one could say “I do not deserve this.” For it was the end result of all of their misdeeds, thoughts and suffering. This was the horror born as a counterforce to the ugliness of the crimes of all people. The most horrifying thing was that one could not escape it, could not justify escaping it. Wasn’t this what we made to condemn ourselves for our ugliness? To deny it was to deny one’s self, to deny one’s sins. He was fading, fading into the swirl. Losing himself in the punishments of man. This was from the few moments he stared into this false-abyss of man. He collapsed to his knees. He?... He didn’t know what happened for the next few moments, completely unaware of all. His awareness left his body. He threw up, bile flowing out of his convulsing body. Ah, was this blood? Was this the ichor that was like the mud his (humanity’s) actions brought to stain the world? He couldn’t see, he barely could think. It was only when that pressure, when that gate disappeared from the command of Ruler that he could find himself coherent at all. All he wanted was for it to go away. All he wanted was that girl to be gone so that wouldn’t appear again. He didn’t need to look at Berserker with his eyes to know he felt the same. [color=662d91] “Berserker..."[/color] he choked out. Emotions like he hadn't felt for a long time flooding him as he put into words what they already knew between each other. Make her go away, kill her. [color=662d91]“Fly to her.”[/color] A seal upon his hand flared to life, the crystalized energy flooding into Berserker and given shape in the form of a miracle due to the desire (wish) of Toshi. A wish that the two shared, the seal burned as a catalyst for an absolute command that the servant gave himself to.An absolute command with one simple part. Energy flooded Berserker and so with an earthshaking roar born from the ground in protest as he leapt, Berserker flew. [color=662d91]“I use my second…"[/color] he trailed off for a moment, fighting to able to put the words to voice. [color=662d91] Berserker, give the blow that kills her.”[/color] His stomach churned, his lungs burned, his brain throbbed and his eyes were cloudy as it had been forced to witness and realize more than it was prepared. But he felt relief. This was their only chance, if they took it and all fell apart then there wasn’t anything to regret then, right? -=====- [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjk2Ljk0MGExMi5UWFZ5WVcxMWMyRWdVMlZ1WjI4LC4wAAAAAAAA/romochka.regular.png[/img][/center] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inAtmHHcg78& A horror, a land where they would surely come to be consumed. Just as he imbued his blades with his curse, his bloodlust so too did humanity imbue this land with all their curses. The scale of the horror was one in which Berserker could never compete with. This was the horrors that would conquer any man born of man, while the heroic spirit that stood before him was one that would conquer demons. He was presented with that which would lay waste and ruin him, and could only feel fear. A cry of pain behind him brought his eyes whipping to the side out of concern for his master. He opened his mouth to speak out when he heard the first command. Ah. Yes, the pain and state of his master wasn’t what was important right now. There was nothing more he could do than understand them and recognize them. The two of them were filled with this fear and desire in the face of this glimpse at that realm. He was filled to the brim as he let the command resonate with his own fears, desires and wish. He let himself become its vessel, he let himself become its expression. That monstrous crystallization of energy filled Berserker completely and burned into his body. He was rippling with energy that he could not fully hold. He flew, his limbs bringing him to flight as the command brought him to propel himself like a rocket, perhaps even matching the speed and might of one of that one's Archer arrows that reached an Extermination Rank in fearsomeness. The command was to fly to her, that is, to arrive to Dulle Griet. The distance between the two was swallowed up to be reduced to zero. Even if she were to retreat into that other realm he would follow, the command urging Berserker to conquer that distance. He brought his blade forth, it flooding with his own energy, with the energy of the second command. In life he had imbued his blades with his curse, with his bloodlust. Into them he moved the yoke of his burden, of his existence. But now he was carving into it a desire, his own simple wish, the wish of his master. The two blended in together, causing the blade to move for a stroke, not for the spilling of blood but the overpowering wish of defeating and slaying Dulle Gritte. He didn't know if it would be enough with her rejection of interference born of demons, something that even he counted as, if only partially for the purpose of her abilities. But with the command bolstering him and guiding him there was no hesitation. The cursed blade rose to strike the one who owned all such curses as a blade to engrave the wish of two souls for victory and escape. The blade descended upon her like a shooting star, aiming for her spiritual core. [color=ed1c24]“Disappear!”[/color] He was no real demon born from the wishes of man. But please, let him enact a wish of a man, and himself just this once.