The street lay bare the darkness and blood that lined the place only moments before now still as if it had been there for years.
A quick wind kicked in sending a high hiss through the stale lifeless night.
A streak of crackling light ripped into the midnight, sending electricity sparking in the misted atmosphere.
A rumble initiated the earth, slowly it built picking up in resonance as more light ripped through the sky.
This time the immaculate ignition of the skies lit up mission found the heart of the ground and fractured the site where the Warrior fell.
Light exploded from somewhere in the Hell, the space beyond the spell. The darkness was scorched by a blinding white light.
Screams of horror from the night’s pitch black fight. The minions and demons whaled, injured screams piercing the night.
They recoiled at first then began to draw towards the light. Gathering their numbers a wave of shadow rolled in. Crashing into the light with force and might.
Washing over the light as the warrior rose his strength replenished sword beaming with bright.
The darkness exploded at seeing the site. The warrior had changed to become something new.
The nothingness that was, gone from him and replaced. The end was no longer the goal of his fight at long last he found his purpose not to end the night but to seek the light.
For this world remains dark and full of hate. The light comes from within something they can never take.
From the nothing to nothing it was thought but the Warrior was something was he not?
He found the link that binds us all, the spark the ignition the internal call.
And raised himself from the infernal place. No longer looking for a saving Grace.
The peace was within him all along. No night could steal from him what the night did not make.
His sword he set down as the earth continued to shake and the demons they roared with fear at the sight.
The warrior did something, They could not fight.
His battle was over and his path was clear no demon of hell or minion could stand in the might of the light that shone from this mans surrendered fight.
As the warrior walked through the lightless road the things around him began to grow.
It was never to be that this warrior in his fight
would swing and kill and end the night.
His only job in all of this was to understand he had been searching for what was within.
Dig deep into your soul and find the light. It may seem to difficult to scary and bare. It may feel as if nothing is there, but always has been and always will be there can be no nothing without something to see.
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