This new world is a weird place. Yet as much as it is I'm used to it. Even though I'm somewhat, in a way alive, to see monsters and other supernatural beings, it still feels a bit so… Time flies fast in the ruin, this new world all together. It's already late noon. The sun is slowly building its orange glow. I'm on the tenth floor of the building I stood this morning after once again helping the little girl. Sitting on the floor leaning to the window, carefully hidden away from prying eyes. I'm overly cautious not to have anyone know I'm around. If I am found out everything will be thrown off. That said though it's not as if them knowing would change the outcome of anything. The demon knows I'm still around because of the barrier, so why haven't they done anything? … If this new world never came to being and someone told me beings like these existed or the possibility of magic I would have called them insane. But on the other hand it wouldn't be too hard for me to accept it though

I'm before Kein's hideout, the building which had more surviving building than any other in the ruin. Rushing in headfirst is something I never do—a lie, I mostly do. I always try hard to avoid battling anyone at any cost—another lie, I don't care whatever happens in the process of me getting what I want—so I'd wanted to sneak in and find my way up to Kein's without any casualty. But… Sneaking in now would be otiose; they're already waiting for me. After all I was invited. So my only course of action is to go through the front door. But being invited doesn't mean they are just going to let me walk in like that. Well, here goes. I walk, almost unprepared of what awaits me on the inside. First floor: Round house kick plants to the left jaw of a theriantrope: dog man… The Lobby was empty; only one person stood in the center of the room with a one edge one handed long sword, a skinny lizard man wielding a longsword. "My lord asks for only your body, so your head will be my trophy

What a mess! Looks like it made a mess getting all the way down there. The rooms have been smashed in and bodies left on the floor—I wouldn't call them bodies since there's only parts and pieces. It was like that four floors up. A part of me is disappointed I was kinda hoping there would have been more to fight but they were already dead… Eight floors to go. I step into the next floor... Searching through floors to find the one Kein's in is extremely boring. It's such a cliché to always find the boss on the top floor. At this rate my hopes of getting to him before the sun comes up will go down the drain. "Hey kid! Been waiting on you. I'm glad you didn't disappoint. Some weird thing or person came through the ceiling ran past here not too long ago did you by any chance ran into it?" Taro's sitting on a chair in the middle of the empty floor companied by the pillars. Even though I ignored his question there is a hole in the ceiling in the back to my left. I guess that's my way

Tap… tap… tap. I clearly hear the patter of blood dripping onto the floor from the falchion in my left hand, the tip pointed down. I smell all bloody. I might just consider eating myself. Minutes after ending the three below, walking up the stairs and through the corridor I now stand before the door of a room. Sniiiiff… Dense streams of scent, just one is leaking through the gaps of the door before me. There's no denying it is a demon, no, the demon behind this door. The very scent that permeates through the entire ruins, he, Kein, is in here. "A work of art" I hear the voice from inside, so familiar. Of course he knows I'm here. I reach for the handle of one of the dual doors and give it a push. Without any strain the door opens for me, I walk in. The room was slightly lit by the rows of magic stone lanterns to the wall. "Cutting them down without any hesitation. You are what they say you are." A familiar robed person is standing before the window staring out into the empty

KEIN That’s right no one will stand in my way. No one!! We had no true names, we had no true forms. Yet, we aren’t so different from humans; Factions, politics, wars and skirmishes. Our kind aren’t as united as the humans but in sharing mutual goals we bound together. A dark and red world where only destruction exists. It is in our nature; our kind pride themselves with strength and power. We fight to take, to impose our ideals. A world of what you humans call ‘suffering’. Our own destruction is but an outcome to enforcing such ideals to those who oppose, in a fight for supremacy. I’m not sure how many of my kind has been lost, returned to void over such skirmishes. The weak are plucked. It may be a contradiction to say, as I have already stated, by ideals are meaningless, only strength holds true power. And we fight to attain such power, individual or as a faction. Even I fought to grasp such power. To rise up the ladder scale of power by defeating anyone one in your way, vanq