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Kotomine_Rin:
Vanguard?

Thunder and lightning swirled and crackled. As the earth was uprooted and melted to ash, clouds began to darken around the hole in the sky. The fallen hero couldn't save anyone. No, he never could have saved anyone. Is unmoving body was being surrounded by strands of light reaching out for him.


I... we're... eternity... it hurts... it really hurts... save us...

Why just us...? Why do we have to...

His bleeding eye poured endlessly. His head throbbed, his grip loosened. But it wasn't the arrow that caused him to fall. Static was filling his head, images of something old and terrible and unacceptable. A sin from long ago. Flashes of some incomprehensible chamber of light and metal, a great void, and children panicking and trying to escape a tower, and more images began to flash in his mind. They cried out, they fought. But as the structure fell, one truth was certain.

None of these children were saved. Some protested, others cried out. This was nothing like the citadel in the sky. So why was this sight so familiar. It's as if it was a glimpse of a dark future. These trembling children in robes. Why were they-


But even so...! All of this is wrong!

I see... this world is mistaken... a world this warped... it must be corrected. This illogical world that stole everything from us...

No matter what, we kept fighting because we believed we could overcome it!

THe lights... the grace... YHWH... no, Uria's own puppet. The giant angel emerged from the forest. No, it was the forest itself, now sinking unto itself and revealing a strange light. With a calming smile, this mass of divine energy opened its arms wide and opened up the earth, revealing a great pitfall. Dozens of arms reached out for the fallen hero. To soothe him. Comfort him. To become one with him.

Promise me... promise... that you won't forget us...

...

This is the world our friends tried to save!
Uria, Vanguard, that being of light... there was nothing that would stand beneath them. And so they all fell, deep into the chasm of the abyss. Only there would they meet once more, and only then would the dream end. So open wide, O earth. Reveal what lies at the bottom of this dream.


Lawrence

The ground was gone, there was no footing to rest onto. Even with all the magic in the world, a fall like this was certain death even for an immortal demon lord. No, it wasn't the fall that was most terrifying. It was whatever laid at the bottom of this.

"It's pointless. Your words can no longer reach their hearts." A fiery surge shone behind him, and something grabbed him by the clothes hard, trying to keep him from falling. A litterally broken lawrence filled with cracks, holes, and half his head missing was using all his strength to keep Lubei from falling, until he was hoisted on the back of his fiery bird.

They were now flying, over what had once been a forest. Now, it was naught but a gaping hole surrounded by pallid white vegetation and beasts.

"I wanted to stop this. At least, once upon a time. But I've learned it the hard way. This world's will isn't to be saved. It just wants to change into something else."

It was a truth... a painful one from long ago. It's as if some incomprehensible memories were filling his head. "I must make a pitiful sight. Even so, I wish to challenge this world. I won't let that girl have her way."

YOLF:
Lubei

"You...?" He glared uncertainly at the half-dead, crumbling man. The words filled him with confusion just as his balanced returned to him, and that balance turned into trepitation as he looked out to the madness below.

And there the earth wept, and Lubei was reminded of heavenly stairs torn asunder, and whirlpools of rotten yearning where only the soulless remained, trapped in the mistakes of their lives.

This wasn't right. None of this was right. It was all so stupid! He should abandon it, forget any hopeless, useless thoughts that this place might have helped him in the slightest, and look for actual clues to go back home elsewhere! All Uria had bought him was a potential rise in white hairs before even his fifth century, and this Vanguard, he was so concerned with his justice he didn't even question time and place. Why did Lubei have to be here? Why did he have to tolerate them?

'Do nothing today, and why do you want to be there tomorrow?' Lubei shocked himself, staring into the eyes of his personal judge.

If the chaos in front of him meant nothing, if his soul did not weep or move here, was he capable of acting when he had to choose war against other demons to not appear weak, to spill blood so his family and subjects would be safe, and to offer his life to preserve the world of demons against the righteous tyranny of the gods? Would Lubei be condemned to the eternal torment anyway out of neglect, having made no difference upon the world?

What kind of king... what kind of man would he be... if he walked away? What kind of decision was that? How many times did he have to beat his own head raw before anything got through? He was sick of it. His face snapped to the summoner, grim resolve frozen on its facets.

"Not for trying. Giving up on the future for the past is what's pitiful." And then Lubei jumped off.

The Demon King of Black Ice howled while flying into the expanding pit, and cold mountains groaned into existence alongside him. Countless layers of frost ringed the chasm, filling the holes where the earth continued to split, closing off the collapse, and stretched down in intersecting pillars and branches, following their master. He accelerated down, and the ice burst ahead in a spiked rail where his boots set themselves, skimming even faster into the abyss.

With a snap of his hand, the diamond blade Three Poisons, lost in the disorder, flew back to his grasp. The heavy knight coming into sight, he used it without hesitation to sever to bits the forest of arms that tried to take him.

Kotomine_Rin:
Lawrence

"What are you... fool!" He stared down wide eyed at the demon. Khahahahahah! Looks like things aren't moving according to plan!

"I'm telling you, it's all pointless in the end. It's already started."

Or rather... you don't want it to stop.

Lawrence felt a deep sadness. The lives he lost and the precious souls he failed to save would never come back. Such tears had already dried aeons ago, all he had left were those of a crocodile. But even so, he never gave up. He wouldn't let these sacrifices be in vain.

So sacrificing one foolish demon for their sake was quite the small price.  Keheheh... see? Not so bad being honest for a change, eh?

"Shut up." Lawrence smiled.

Umbra of Chaos:
Uria

The world was falling. Everything was collapsing. But they were still giggling, even as the forest rose up to swallow the warrior and Lubei dived down to save him. This was so. Much. Fun! They landed on one of the grasping hands with before launching themselves up, and up, and up! But they missed the warrior entirely, despite having the means to strike him down. No, instead the white haired demigod slammed into the angel.

Their greedy fingers dug into its light as Uria's own power rose up. Shadowy jaws and bright spears tore at and stabbed into its body as they sank their teeth into it. Ribbons of luminescence were ripped from it, but Uria was engaged on an even deeper battle. Their being, their Self slammed against the divine power's like an ocean tide.

YOLF:
Lubei

An inch from the precipice, he grabbed the warrior by the arm, sinking his feet to a halt on a protruding pillar of ice. Lubei's blade arm yet swung, in twisted arcs to hold off the remains of the abyss's arms, and he pulled the massive weight of the prone Vanguard closer, as he looked up, towards Uria.

"What are you doing, Uria?!" He yelled, voice ringing with trepidation.

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