The Calamity's Cannon Fodder

For Alastor, everything had become blood, there was nothing more than the crimson colour of roses, splattering all over his vision.

Lisha von Fargas -the Bloody Hellfox who had terrorised the mainlands for thousands of years- regarded how from beneath the light platform created by Crowley, eerie crimson darkness began to seep through. Feeble compared to her flames, but several folds more terrifying and with astonishing presence.

No words were said between the onlookers as for several seconds that darkness spread beneath and the world turned quiet and grey. Suddenly as if out of nowhere, it just stopped. The platform remained in place and Crowley who had been sweating bullets for a moment; sighed in relief.

"So it was nothing after all, truly a pathetic-"

His words were interrupted when the sweat began flowing yet again when he felt something peculiar... something resembling a grip on his foot. His gaze drifted down towards his ankle where a shadow hand was protruding from the soil, ho
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