A TV flickered on and off from within the window of a small hole-in-the-wall store. It apparently sold all types of electronics, but the recent news, as broadcasted on the TV, had done a number on the economy and decreased foot traffic heavily turning a city that never slept into one of eternal slumber.

The white noise eventually found root in a nearby news station, featuring a man in his late 30s. A meteorologist, apparently. He spoke of the obvious catastrophic event, the recent volcano eruption which has hidden the sun and darkened the sky. 

[color=248F60][b]"We've never seen anything quite like this? Have we? Some superstitious citizens claim it is an omen of bad things yet to come. The volcano erupted a month ago, and still, Japan as a whole is suffering from its aftermath. People from all over have begun to call this period of time..."[/b][/color] 

The TV paused briefly before kicking back on.

[b][color=248F60]"Black summer."[/color]
[color=D67ED1]"Black summer."[/color]
[color=#d80707]"Black summer."[/color][/b]

A hundred different voices, one from the TV, another from a radio. There wasn't a single person within Fuyuki City unaffected by the event. Businesses that had been around forever were forced to close. Crime rates had skyrocketed. None of this was surprising but it left everyone wondering... when would it come to an end? Though it mattered to the citizens, it made no difference to those who had recently arrived within the city of despair. They weren't trying to solve mother natures mystery; they had a war to fight. But there was one man among them, though far from a new arrival; still a participant in the war none the less who wished to answer that question.
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[color=#d4af37][b]"What an unfortunate coincidence, Japan thrown into a time of turmoil right as the war begins..."[/b][/color] He shook his head, [color=#d4af37][b]"No. Not coincidence. Divine intervention."[/b][/color] In his hand was a dancing wine of glass, swirling as he moved it in a circular motion, a tidal wave within a crimson sea. 

The masters had been selected, the servants summoned. [color=#d4af37][b]"A wish must be worth one's life. It is a gamble? Is it not?"[/b][/color] He was talking to no one; himself aloud; perhaps God. Unexplainable really. He took a sip of his wine. [color=#d4af37][b]"I hope to meet these prospects. The lambs God has selected for the slaughter. Surely the connection exists? A war founded on heresy and a black cloud that has plunged these sacred lands into wickedness."[/b][/color] He sighed, closing the bible in front of him to reveal a stack of newspapers referencing the eruption. That topic of conversation was inescapable. 

[color=#d4af37][b]If all goes well, the heretics will take care of themselves. Well... until then."[/b][/color] He abandoned the cup of wine, and everything else on his desk, footsteps echoing through the church.

It was a beautiful building, with a natural glow that poured through the stained glass in just the right way. He had walked towards this spotlight, his feet gliding across a velvet carpet and passing pew after pew; allowing that lighting to paint him in his best form. [color=#d4af37][b]"Let night one begin..."[/b][/color]