A macabre game.

A city in ruins, burning wood or being the executioner of people fallen from above, chipped stone or breaking in the fall by the abrupt blows and with it sinister laughter when noticing the blood rise up the back of the turning stone or the puddles it left in its path, the darkness taking human form beginning a rapid looting devouring every valuable object it could find, the weapons were the first, they passed like the crowd receiving a hero and swept away everything in their path, as if they were fleeing from a beast between greedy laughter while they noticed more supplies to get in the warehouses.

The crowds still flee, the white carriages and wagons leave the burning lands, some lamenting the abandoned crops and those that were soon dyed red by the fire, giving off black smoke that turned into ash or solidified with the ground in a dark color, spoiled or wasted, it no longer made sense to stay and take care of them. With lives at stake, is there no risk that should be taken?

Others were indifferent and sadder for the simple fact that they did not have time to collect their belongings and wondering how they would recover them, some desperately held back by the white guard, crying out for absent relatives or those seen in the distance before a dark shadow descends and snatches them away like a bird of prey catching a fish and dropping the lifeless body, crashing against houses or the ground itself.

The warriors who formed the first line of light clothing, a shirt and a jumpsuit and some cloth or footwear wood, in addition to the white tunic and the drawing of a white circle, stained with blood or mud, depending on their arrival at the conflict, there were even bandages that continued to bleed and with it the reminder to everyone that things could be even worse if their enemies were not fighting and only comforted by having the praetor in front of them, although those most determined to survive did not take their eyes off the city in ruins about to unleash its evils.

As in a recurring troop inspection, the praetor walked in front of the last line of the white guard and the few brave or wrathful civilians who joined them, white armor, a shining silver sword praying with the blade at shoulder height and soon the light of the sword was divided, like a liquid guided by the wind and settling on the weapons of their warriors and the few metal areas of the inhabitants of Lasha, mostly young people or children who would make little or no difference if a demon were to confront them.

In the temple, a saint impaled on the stained glass window and all those sheltered there praying and begging for some dawn opportunity for salvation, while they hear the chaos outside and approaching, only to find that fear paralyzes them at the same rate that their devotion increases, even among those who are standing in the ruins of what was once the first mural of the Saint and except for the difference in comfort, nothing assured them of seeing a new dawn.

For the noble houses things were more complicated, few refugees arrived and the guards, although unhinged Out of fear they maintained their position and only the arrival of a stone as big as them would make them fall into the clutches of fear, while they saw the jet-black haired girl arrive, wearing black armor rusty at the edges and elegant clothes, a purple dress that was too big for her, a white jacket with shiny black metal medals, hair that reached her hips and eyes of inverted colors, an iris as white as milk and the sclera dyed the same black as space.

A child's gait could only be seen as he took small jumps and pronounced steps with his hands little more above the barrel with each stroke the opposite of his gait, like a macabre dance as he noticed how the darkness that was his partner changed every now and then with one or another of the large crowd of darkness and people worried about their own well-being and only walking behind the crowd and watched by others the most damaged moved by leftovers behind them, all well dressed and little disheveled before the rush moved them all.

Placed in a row as if it were a collection from which anyone could choose and in the same measure discard, if not

He paid attention to the dance proposal and the music that stopped at the same time as the line was filled. Upon reaching the bars, clearly annoyed, he snapped his fingers and they were pulled by the hands that emerged from behind them, bent into cones that crashed against the mansion. He only waited a little while before reaching the entrance.

— Casa Carel, I've come to pick up my order. — Let me take it to my sweet party.

The doors were opened and the young men of the mansion came out well dressed, servant’s sons of the nobles, Even the slender knights stood in line, uncomfortable and frightened, as each saw battles or participated in them.

— How generous. —I bow my head, my fingers intertwined and swaying, as darkness formed around them, like a moving root, and I examine them in circles, a few moaning in fear, others more serene, and like a midnight apparition, I grab the one I value as the most beautiful and set off to join him with my audience. —Boys, one, two, three, to the waltz of beauty, my practice can't delay any longer, my date awaits me. —A melodious and hypnotic voice passed by as they marched again.

The eyes were tinged with darkness and saw that imposing hall, the elegance, the red rose petals on the lustrous golden marble and the windows crowned with light, while the bards and musicians played a sweet and lively, yet romantic melody, while the entire stage again moved forward and the reception arose from the darkness, armor polished beyond what was necessary and a clear answer, they had to come, for how the last in line was dragged into the darkness between screams and the same as he tried to run.

— Heading to my fiancé, to the house of Sol. — Proclaimed the lady in white, clad in Darkness and with bright silver hair, once again becoming childishly in love, if it weren't for her height and physical development.

Outside, the groups arrived ready to participate in the war, but not on the promised side,

They were simply marching with the metal weapons now seen in a clear glare and a short time later they found Lasha burning, their entrance had been secured as promised and once inside they went into the first house they found, empty, as if they had evacuated, many felt insulted that nothing else remained, when they finally found the White Guard troops.

— Chief of the Arbos tribe, it is good to see you at last.

— Warrior, where the enemy is, the sooner I avenge my warriors, the sooner I can leave.

— Over there… —Before he could finish, his head rolled back toward the house.

— This way, we'll claim what we can from Lasha and leave.

As soon as they saw the troops further away they stopped running and continued walking almost without problems,

while the general was presenting himself at the front.

— Warriors of Arbos, follow me, the contingency plans are almost finalized, with your troops it will be easier to deal with the demons.

- Yeah. He stepped inside and shortly after reaching the pass he attacked the general, another head rolled down, while he threw it down the

window and all the warriors attacked the mansion of House Arasel the few guards who had time to defend themselves were easily overcome and soon after flooding the hunt, they took out quite a few weapons and some pieces of armor, along with a half-filled vault of supplies.

— Everything is in order, my lord, it seems we will have no problems with the arrival of the white mantle.

- Good.

For a moment a roar from outside made him think the demons had arrived, but the darkness still remained.

half illuminated by the few fires and ordered a quick retreat. Arriving at the entrance, they noticed the demolished house as a problem and the fallen guards were not helping much. calm the problems.

— Damn, clean up the debris.

— LORD, BY HIS AXE, ENEMIES.

Turning to the right in a hurry, he saw them as a careless group, prominent wounds and blood covering the bodies and The few pieces of metal gleamed in a lurid ruby red, they ran like a herd of hungry animals, waiting for their first prey to eat in days, they saw one fall and then become part of the floor itself as it turned into pulverized pieces, while fear began to greet the warriors.

— Form up in defense.

They put their shields forward and waited, when finally, amidst the many snorts and shouts that clashed

something was heard very clearly between them.

— Blood for Mars, bones for Ares.

— An oath?

— It sounds more like a war chant to me.

— Any cries of courage?

— Callen, it's time to defend yourself.

Everyone saw them coming, forces clashed, spears and swords pierced the flesh, while the bodies

They tried to snatch shields and weapons by improperly grasping the edge, only to notice how gaps were formed and how they reached a hand-to-hand battle that was easier to deal with.

The little war lasted 30 minutes in which the shouts and chants were confused, and a strange arena

The red ones dispersed and finally when the last ones were present, badly wounded and with the loot thrown to the side, they thought about resting. Of the almost 80 warriors that he brought, only 4 remained, including him.

— Bastard, Lasha will pay with blood for this affront.

— My lord, they do not bear the emblem of this kingdom, perhaps they are invaders.

— It doesn't matter, we're leaving.

They walked through the streets, along the same path they saw the enemy coming, only to see at the entrance a carnage, warriors facing the few remnants who cried for blood for their goddess and bones as offerings to their god.

They did not delay, they helped them and finished them off.

—Caleb, Lord of Arbos, what the hell is going on here?! —I roughly help the warrior to his feet.

— My lord, they surprised us, they came out of nowhere, they started killing, Lord Katari held them back, the main house is lost, the daughter has left to inform the White Guard.

— And this… — A weapon pierced his chest, along with the same soldier he was barely supporting, and for a moment he thought about the betrayal of one of his own, only to witness the sand form a head and where eyes should have been, there was a sinister hollow. — By Alb…

He fell to the ground, only to notice how his warriors intended to avenge him and notice how more formed, giving them battle and soon more screams so familiar that it was impossible not to identify them, he saw through the exit how they arrived, groups as large as his when they entered and all with the same lack of care in their clothing, the foaming rage in their almost cacophonous screams, the unmistakable Ruby glow in their weapons and only when they reached the entrance did they begin to crush each other trying to pass, like a wall of hands that searched for any trace of life that they could blind and to his bad luck his leg was caught.

Amidst screams and pleas, the armor was removed, blood shown in the tears and weapons stuck in, as if a butcher wanting to take chunks of meat to make sandwiches and a little while later only scraps thrown here and there, while the wood of the bars weighed about 100 pounds and only his head was found sticking out of one of the largest bars and soon collected, crowning a pile of skulls and bones with a white chair in front where the leader sat.

“The demons are formidable warriors. Face them in groups.” He extended his palm toward the burning castle and the half-destroyed city. “May Holy Mars quench her thirst with the blood of our enemies, and may great Ares bestow upon us his fury.” He clenched his fist, and everyone perked up again. “Fight! The god of war sees us and grants us his fury. Holy Mars demands blood.” The last words echoed as if some demon had decided the leader was worthy of being possessed, while the sand creatures handed him the largest weapons they could salvage in their limited space.

His closest subordinates nodded and left with smaller groups, but always leading them with the same cry: “BLOOD FOR MARS, BONES FOR ARES”

The winged creatures enjoyed every hunt, until they encountered the insubstantial shadows and the arrows damaged them, as they put an end to their home finding bloodied warriors, pretty trophies, until they reached the first ones and were brought down with sheer force of numbers and soon bones formed new armor, wings formed cloaks, a prudent distance.

— General, the human factions are causing us to be in the troops.

— I know Alak, regroup the troops, the humans have defeated us, we will retreat, in the morning we will return, I don't see great benefits in killing them today and more importantly, they kill each other.

— As you command.

He took the horn at his waist and blew with all his might, while everyone regrouped and among themselves at last the favorite son arrived.

— Father, a human is resisting before the temple, he has taken the lives of two of my brothers.

"That's a shame." Her hand moved quickly to her chest and removed the core. "I don't need weak children."

After the demonstration of power, he left with the troops and after that, darkness claimed his path.

among the trees, only to encounter warriors and some still carrying supplies, the inhabitants of Lasha whimpered and begged in the same measure as the lashes and the order of silence was requested and after reaching the head he rested near the largest tree almost in the center of his camp.

— The light has gone out.

Golden borders appeared around the screen, dividing into three parts showing the other two.

final bosses and after passing the intro, the game's start screen, a young man with a black uniform with white edges and nice winged companions, along with a rapid succession of interactions with said characters at the end all placed at the front of the academy, "We are the children of the future" it was, while a space splattered with blood and the sound of ambulances passed around, along with the murmurs of horrified people.

— Wow, why did I decide to start my new part…?

The young man there, could not help but worry, while he noticed the problems of his numbness, the rain

It bothered him and with the little time he had, he remembered his past, books and more books, work and more work, the absence of a friendly or familiar hand, only the indifference of so many people who surrounded him and the work, the instant food, the room with just a bed and memories on a shelf, books and a desk that had in the background a laptop, text files and work texts with numbers he never understood and names he never knew from the company that he didn't seem to like any more than his classmates.

The movement of the stretcher, the ambulance and just noticing people around him told him that things could get worse.

getting worse, close to putting things in order I noticed how there were people around and then no one, a white room and many people looking, I felt movement in my stomach and above.

— I hope the next one is better.