Orpheus was pulled downwards into the abyss, seemingly being dragged by his weapon. As he descended his persecutions of time and space began to dwindle, and he felt a sickening presence like the anguish of weeping souls. Slowly out of the blackness he could feel the claws approaching him, their very essence sending a shiver down his spin. His attempts to resist were soon found to be futile as the weapon pulled him closer and closer, he could only imagine madness awaited him.

A touch like that of a hand without skin caressed his cheek, crawling upwards toward his eye as a thousand others latched onto him, tearing at him in different directions. Flames felt as though they had been lit inside him and he screamed in agony. "This is all your fault. You have no one but yourself to blame." A voice rang in his head. A voice all to familiar. 

"I am not this... this person you think I am." He yelled into the blackness feeling his words rebound and echo as if in a sea of despair. Every hand pulling at his body stopped and the fire concentrated on his head. They made a slow creeping accent to his face and began tugging at his eye, digging claws like rusty daggers into his flesh.

The voice in his head gave a cackling laugh, "Is it not you who would rally your troops by claiming an eye for an eye. A life for a life?" He uttered causing causing Orpheus to thrash. He went to open his mouth but the hands swarmed it tugging at his jaw, clamping on his tongue and crushing his teeth. 

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Orpheus awoke to the sound of battle. He quickly hopped to his feet noticing a man and a woman both about to be attacked, holding his sword he wasn't sure which way to strike first. But those thoughts could lead to death. Gathering his strength kicked at the back of the mans legs while hefting his sword up as best he could to stop the attack if his plan didn't work.