Fayly POV
I can feel the terror of what’s to come seeping into my soul, molding it, souring my essence, turning it dark as the fear consumes me. I can see it all in my mind as clear as day. Everybody I love is laying on the ground motionless, blood drips from wounds and the smell of death is overpowering. Standing at the gates of Ephion are Noah and Eris. They stroll through and take what they please, killing any survivors and turning our world into a hell-like dystopia of what it once was. The trees are no longer green; the sky is always black. The fresh breeze brings the smell of rot and decay and the humans that weren't killed are now slaves to Eris’ demons. As I look down, I see my hands in chains. I pull against them, but it just makes them nip my skin.
“Amour mio, I won’t let that
