A Deal Is Struck 1 (Essence Of The Demon God In Kuroinu)

(The Dark Tower: Home Of Olga Discordia)

The continent of Eostia is one filled with monsters and men who have been at war with themselves for hundreds of years. The decades of war had destroyed the northern parts of the land, leaving it barren and dead, and only the orcs and dark elves to live their lives there. At its center is the dark tower of Olga Discordia, who was once a very powerful necromancer and user of black magic.

But due to the waning of the land and the deaths of her people, her magic had been stretched to its breaking point. Thus, she slowly weakened, which allowed the mercenary company known as the black dogs to assault the capital of the dark elves, and with little to stop them and a betrayal by a majority of her own forces, the battle ended in hours.

The walled city, which was once filled with people, was set ablaze as monsters raped and pillaged the entire city. Years of civilization were lost in seconds, and the queen was captured along with her guard, Chloe. Now, they find themselves in the dungeons of their own castle, awaiting a fate that brings them great unease and disgust.

"My lady, do you have a plan?" Chloe asks as they wait for Vault to call for them.

"I have only one, I am afraid. I am sorry for this, Chloe." The queen says with hopelessness oozing from her form.

"It's okay, my lady. I would follow you anywhere. It has been a good run, at least." The female knight smiled at her queen, the woman who saved her from slavery and sexual abuse all those years ago. The queen returned the smile with a small one of her own.

They sat in silence for a few more minutes before two orcs moved the bars, and as they grabbed them and forced them to stand, they tried to struggle and escape, but the queen had already had her magic sealed, and Chloe was without a weapon. Before long, they were brought to the throne room and saw a large and unkept man sitting on the throne.

"Well, boys, it looks like the queen has decided to grace us with her presence. Gork, Mork, let them down gently please." The two orcs then slammed theme into the ground on their knees.

Chloe simply yelled, " You shall not touch my queen!" her struggles were pointless; however, as she struggled, Olga had already begun whispering a forbidden spell.

Vault walked up to the dark elf knight and slapped her in the face while yelling, "Be quiet bitch! You really can't see what is happening here, can you? You both are mine and my boys'; they are going to treat you real nice once I am done with you." Vault, seeing Olga not saying anything, got close to her face.

While reviled at the smell of his breath, the queen did not stop uttering her spell. It was one meant to summon a demon, a final sacrifice to take them all down with her. Vault simply laughed at her efforts.

"You dumb whore! We already sealed your magic, and this will do nothing." These words did nothing as she kept uttering the spell.

Chloe looked to her queen in shock, knowing the words, but before she could yell for her to stop, an orc had already placed his hand over her mouth. Chloe tried to bite the hand, but the orc's skin was too tough, and she did next to nothing. However, Kin Vault's resident mage narrowed his eyes at the queen as the collar and chains only lessened her power but did not seal it completely.

He knew of her spell but was confident that she wouldn't be able to summon anything at her level of power. He simply stood by the throne and waited for his turn with their bodies as he always wanted to experiment with dark elf blood and guts.

Vault returned to his throne smiling in victory until the torches in the room all went out, and then came the whispers. They spoke of unknown things and incomprehensible concepts, and to them, it was merely the wind blowing through their ears, but for Olga, the whispers were indecipherable questions.

W̷̖̱̆́̏̃̽̍̐h̵̲̟͈͛͒̏̿̄́̅̇͋̏a̸̙̳̘͗̍̿͂͐͊̊͆̔́̏̉͠t̴͈͇̭̰̙͕̹̮͗̃̏́̾̕ͅ ̵̡̨̛͉͍̝̙̱̜̭̆́̋̀̎̍̀͆ͅa̵͚͇͎͖͒͝r̵̗̦͍̜̻̺̔͗ȩ̸̡̛̠̲̙̙͍͕̇̈́́̍͒̑̐́͜͝ ̵̳͚̙̟̬͇̝͍̜̿̍̇͋̉̀̌͗͒͛͜y̶̟̙̭̖͍͖͎̭̣̤͙̒͊̚͝͝͝͝ͅǫ̷̟͇͇̥͈͈̘̌̄͋͝͠ͅų̵̛̞̞̥̪͍͙̼̀ ̵̖̲̟͒w̸͔̎ȉ̶̘̠͙̤͈̜̫̓̃̒̋̀͜l̴̢̪̙̻̠̱̥̤̥̳͈͚̭̒̊͛̑͂l̵͉͙̤̇̋̓̾̎̏̚i̵̧͙̻̦̗̩̣̱͍̽n̵̡̛̜̖̺̳̮̓̈́͌̽g̶̛̲͕̜͔̰̑̃͐͊͆̄͑̒͝͠ ̵̧̝͙̰̲̗̠͒̌̌̽t̶͎̹̟̭̭͓͎̳̫̲͈̻͈͌̅̏̑ơ̸͎̍͂̈́̔͊̌̃̾̈́ ̴̡̨̛̫͇̘̯̣̯͇͕̈́̈̎̔̃͘ș̴̡̮̖̲͛̋̌̀̃̄̈̈̅͊̽ü̶̠̏̏͌̾̀̅f̶̖̄̽̆̑̊̐̊f̶̛͎̩̺̬͍͕̈́̋̈ȅ̸̯̝͎̳̞̩̦̬̻̰̥͋̍̔͊̅̚ͅr̸͚̺̦͓̯̳̼̳͉͚͇͉̙͛͗̉̎̿̋͂̊̿?̵͖̪̪̅͆́̀̎̈̾̃̐̏̊̕̕

̷̳̠͖͓̫̻̬̼̺͒̄͐͑̐̑͛̈́̔̕̕͘͝

̷̡̘̖̹̙͍͉̎̃͗̔̈́̋͜͝ͅW̶̢̬̘̘͍̭̟̲̭̝̙̉̊̐̀͆̀̎͋̉̓̕̕ḧ̷̖͖̩́͛̉̆͊̀̋͂̅̔̚͠͠a̸͇͚̜̘͉̰͕̼̳̮̘̎̓͋̇͝t̴̮̰̼͔̣͖̰̑̓͛͗̚ ̷̮̣̈́͗͂̿̈́̀̄̚͠͝͝ą̶͉̦̫̣̯͉̽́̆̏r̴̭̰̮̟̀̑̊͒̽̔̈́͂ẽ̷̛̯̼̮̞͉̣̫̽͗ ̶̤͎̭̖̙̉̈́̀̆͛̅̚̚͠y̷̢̛̭͖͍͍͎͊̈́̀̃̏̈̐́̿͘̚͘ͅo̵̺͉̜͕̦͕̓́́͋̏͘͝͝ǔ̶̠̭̼̰͍̼̯́͒͒̈̔͛͆̕͜͝ ̶̗̊̃̓̎͛ẘ̵̢͉͉̣̰͚̯̘̤̙̣̐̆̄͊̔͐͗͆̐͘i̶̛͖̯͉͍̻̠̪̜͎̽̄̅̕ͅl̵̖̞̺̈́l̶̞̳̮̺̩͓̫͎̐̎͒̀̃̒̈́̇̀̎͘̚͠i̴̱̩̗͕̩͙͖͗̈̓̆̚͝n̸̻̻̈́̌͐̍̋̽g̴̨͎̜̞̜̖̯̯̤̃̐̏̄̈́̌̃͛̂̈́͜ ̶͖̯̲̬̜̠̯͉͙̱̥̈̇̈̀̈́̏͝t̶͖̖̄͑̋̇̉̓̾͑͐́͘͠ǒ̷̟̤̝̠͙̹̬̓̑̈́̋͋̄̓̽̔̀ ̶̢̢̡̼̻͇͈̼̳̘̞̝̗̒̀̇̃̇̂͆s̷̥̝͔̭̽́͊̿̋̓̆̉̃̕͝a̷̠͈̱̬̝̤̩͈͇̒́̆̒̚̕͜͝͝c̷̡̥̾̽̂̓͐̐͆͒̊̇̕͠͝ṛ̶̢̩̪̟̟̪̰͓̲͗̎̌̄͑́̂͒͒̎̉͝i̵͕̮̱̹̝̻̞͌̇͛̌͑̈́͆̊͆́͠͠f̷̧͔̹̝̫̹͙̖̗͗̿̏̐̎͗̎͆͋̕͘͠ḯ̸̙͍̻͔̹̭̖͋̋̓̅̓̐c̴̨̨̤̪͎͈̻͇̀͌͝ȩ̵̡͇͈͈̞̼̯̼̰͚͍̏̇̊͑͂͂̿́̒͘͠͠͝?̶̢͖͔̻͉̝̜̹̳̹̥̥̱̈́̊͒̀

Thousands of voices coalesced into noise so beautiful and terrifying that the queen's eyes began to bleed along with her ears and nose. They whispered so much yet so little.

W̷̖̱̆́̏̃̽̍̐h̵̲̟͈͛͒̏̿̄́̅̇͋̏a̸̙̳̘͗̍̿͂͐͊̊͆̔́̏̉͠t̴͈͇̭̰̙͕̹̮͗̃̏́̾̕ͅ ̵̡̨̛͉͍̝̙̱̜̭̆́̋̀̎̍̀͆ͅa̵͚͇͎͖͒͝r̵̗̦͍̜̻̺̔͗ȩ̸̡̛̠̲̙̙͍͕̇̈́́̍͒̑̐́͜͝ ̵̳͚̙̟̬͇̝͍̜̿̍̇͋̉̀̌͗͒͛͜y̶̟̙̭̖͍͖͎̭̣̤͙̒͊̚͝͝͝͝ͅǫ̷̟͇͇̥͈͈̘̌̄͋͝͠ͅų̵̛̞̞̥̪͍͙̼̀ ̵̖̲̟͒w̸͔̎ȉ̶̘̠͙̤͈̜̫̓̃̒̋̀͜l̴̢̪̙̻̠̱̥̤̥̳͈͚̭̒̊͛̑͂l̵͉͙̤̇̋̓̾̎̏̚i̵̧͙̻̦̗̩̣̱͍̽n̵̡̛̜̖̺̳̮̓̈́͌̽g̶̛̲͕̜͔̰̑̃͐͊͆̄͑̒͝͠ ̵̧̝͙̰̲̗̠͒̌̌̽t̶͎̹̟̭̭͓͎̳̫̲͈̻͈͌̅̏̑ơ̸͎̍͂̈́̔͊̌̃̾̈́ ̴̡̨̛̫͇̘̯̣̯͇͕̈́̈̎̔̃͘ș̴̡̮̖̲͛̋̌̀̃̄̈̈̅͊̽ü̶̠̏̏͌̾̀̅f̶̖̄̽̆̑̊̐̊f̶̛͎̩̺̬͍͕̈́̋̈ȅ̸̯̝͎̳̞̩̦̬̻̰̥͋̍̔͊̅̚ͅr̸͚̺̦͓̯̳̼̳͉͚͇͉̙͛͗̉̎̿̋͂̊̿?̵͖̪̪̅͆́̀̎̈̾̃̐̏̊̕̕

̷̳̠͖͓̫̻̬̼̺͒̄͐͑̐̑͛̈́̔̕̕͘͝

̷̡̘̖̹̙͍͉̎̃͗̔̈́̋͜͝ͅW̶̢̬̘̘͍̭̟̲̭̝̙̉̊̐̀͆̀̎͋̉̓̕̕ḧ̷̖͖̩́͛̉̆͊̀̋͂̅̔̚͠͠a̸͇͚̜̘͉̰͕̼̳̮̘̎̓͋̇͝t̴̮̰̼͔̣͖̰̑̓͛͗̚ ̷̮̣̈́͗͂̿̈́̀̄̚͠͝͝ą̶͉̦̫̣̯͉̽́̆̏r̴̭̰̮̟̀̑̊͒̽̔̈́͂ẽ̷̛̯̼̮̞͉̣̫̽͗ ̶̤͎̭̖̙̉̈́̀̆͛̅̚̚͠y̷̢̛̭͖͍͍͎͊̈́̀̃̏̈̐́̿͘̚͘ͅo̵̺͉̜͕̦͕̓́́͋̏͘͝͝ǔ̶̠̭̼̰͍̼̯́͒͒̈̔͛͆̕͜͝ ̶̗̊̃̓̎͛ẘ̵̢͉͉̣̰͚̯̘̤̙̣̐̆̄͊̔͐͗͆̐͘i̶̛͖̯͉͍̻̠̪̜͎̽̄̅̕ͅl̵̖̞̺̈́l̶̞̳̮̺̩͓̫͎̐̎͒̀̃̒̈́̇̀̎͘̚͠i̴̱̩̗͕̩͙͖͗̈̓̆̚͝n̸̻̻̈́̌͐̍̋̽g̴̨͎̜̞̜̖̯̯̤̃̐̏̄̈́̌̃͛̂̈́͜ ̶͖̯̲̬̜̠̯͉͙̱̥̈̇̈̀̈́̏͝t̶͖̖̄͑̋̇̉̓̾͑͐́͘͠ǒ̷̟̤̝̠͙̹̬̓̑̈́̋͋̄̓̽̔̀ ̶̢̢̡̼̻͇͈̼̳̘̞̝̗̒̀̇̃̇̂͆s̷̥̝͔̭̽́͊̿̋̓̆̉̃̕͝a̷̠͈̱̬̝̤̩͈͇̒́̆̒̚̕͜͝͝c̷̡̥̾̽̂̓͐̐͆͒̊̇̕͠͝ṛ̶̢̩̪̟̟̪̰͓̲͗̎̌̄͑́̂͒͒̎̉͝i̵͕̮̱̹̝̻̞͌̇͛̌͑̈́͆̊͆́͠͠f̷̧͔̹̝̫̹͙̖̗͗̿̏̐̎͗̎͆͋̕͘͠ḯ̸̙͍̻͔̹̭̖͋̋̓̅̓̐c̴̨̨̤̪͎͈̻͇̀͌͝ȩ̵̡͇͈͈̞̼̯̼̰͚͍̏̇̊͑͂͂̿́̒͘͠͠͝?̶̢͖͔̻͉̝̜̹̳̹̥̥̱̈́̊͒̀

̶̧̢͇̤͉̠̻̯̘͉̋̾̽́̆́͌

It asked the same questions, but still, her soul was burned and chilled to the touch. It was the greatest of ecstasy and the worst of suffering. The room began to shake from the being that had taken notice of a small warlock's summons.

 Scratching and fire could be heard in the distance. Horns began to blow, heralding something great and terrible.

Vault began to sweat along with Kin as he yelled at his mage "What is going on?!"

"I don't know. She shouldn't be able to do this!" Kin then tried to use a counterspell, but it had long since passed that point.

W̷̖̱̆́̏̃̽̍̐h̵̲̟͈͛͒̏̿̄́̅̇͋̏a̸̙̳̘͗̍̿͂͐͊̊͆̔́̏̉͠t̴͈͇̭̰̙͕̹̮͗̃̏́̾̕ͅ ̵̡̨̛͉͍̝̙̱̜̭̆́̋̀̎̍̀͆ͅa̵͚͇͎͖͒͝r̵̗̦͍̜̻̺̔͗ȩ̸̡̛̠̲̙̙͍͕̇̈́́̍͒̑̐́͜͝ ̵̳͚̙̟̬͇̝͍̜̿̍̇͋̉̀̌͗͒͛͜y̶̟̙̭̖͍͖͎̭̣̤͙̒͊̚͝͝͝͝ͅǫ̷̟͇͇̥͈͈̘̌̄͋͝͠ͅų̵̛̞̞̥̪͍͙̼̀ ̵̖̲̟͒w̸͔̎ȉ̶̘̠͙̤͈̜̫̓̃̒̋̀͜l̴̢̪̙̻̠̱̥̤̥̳͈͚̭̒̊͛̑͂l̵͉͙̤̇̋̓̾̎̏̚i̵̧͙̻̦̗̩̣̱͍̽n̵̡̛̜̖̺̳̮̓̈́͌̽g̶̛̲͕̜͔̰̑̃͐͊͆̄͑̒͝͠ ̵̧̝͙̰̲̗̠͒̌̌̽t̶͎̹̟̭̭͓͎̳̫̲͈̻͈͌̅̏̑ơ̸͎̍͂̈́̔͊̌̃̾̈́ ̴̡̨̛̫͇̘̯̣̯͇͕̈́̈̎̔̃͘ș̴̡̮̖̲͛̋̌̀̃̄̈̈̅͊̽ü̶̠̏̏͌̾̀̅f̶̖̄̽̆̑̊̐̊f̶̛͎̩̺̬͍͕̈́̋̈ȅ̸̯̝͎̳̞̩̦̬̻̰̥͋̍̔͊̅̚ͅr̸͚̺̦͓̯̳̼̳͉͚͇͉̙͛͗̉̎̿̋͂̊̿?̵͖̪̪̅͆́̀̎̈̾̃̐̏̊̕̕

̷̳̠͖͓̫̻̬̼̺͒̄͐͑̐̑͛̈́̔̕̕͘͝

̷̡̘̖̹̙͍͉̎̃͗̔̈́̋͜͝ͅW̶̢̬̘̘͍̭̟̲̭̝̙̉̊̐̀͆̀̎͋̉̓̕̕ḧ̷̖͖̩́͛̉̆͊̀̋͂̅̔̚͠͠a̸͇͚̜̘͉̰͕̼̳̮̘̎̓͋̇͝t̴̮̰̼͔̣͖̰̑̓͛͗̚ ̷̮̣̈́͗͂̿̈́̀̄̚͠͝͝ą̶͉̦̫̣̯͉̽́̆̏r̴̭̰̮̟̀̑̊͒̽̔̈́͂ẽ̷̛̯̼̮̞͉̣̫̽͗ ̶̤͎̭̖̙̉̈́̀̆͛̅̚̚͠y̷̢̛̭͖͍͍͎͊̈́̀̃̏̈̐́̿͘̚͘ͅo̵̺͉̜͕̦͕̓́́͋̏͘͝͝ǔ̶̠̭̼̰͍̼̯́͒͒̈̔͛͆̕͜͝ ̶̗̊̃̓̎͛ẘ̵̢͉͉̣̰͚̯̘̤̙̣̐̆̄͊̔͐͗͆̐͘i̶̛͖̯͉͍̻̠̪̜͎̽̄̅̕ͅl̵̖̞̺̈́l̶̞̳̮̺̩͓̫͎̐̎͒̀̃̒̈́̇̀̎͘̚͠i̴̱̩̗͕̩͙͖͗̈̓̆̚͝n̸̻̻̈́̌͐̍̋̽g̴̨͎̜̞̜̖̯̯̤̃̐̏̄̈́̌̃͛̂̈́͜ ̶͖̯̲̬̜̠̯͉͙̱̥̈̇̈̀̈́̏͝t̶͖̖̄͑̋̇̉̓̾͑͐́͘͠ǒ̷̟̤̝̠͙̹̬̓̑̈́̋͋̄̓̽̔̀ ̶̢̢̡̼̻͇͈̼̳̘̞̝̗̒̀̇̃̇̂͆s̷̥̝͔̭̽́͊̿̋̓̆̉̃̕͝a̷̠͈̱̬̝̤̩͈͇̒́̆̒̚̕͜͝͝c̷̡̥̾̽̂̓͐̐͆͒̊̇̕͠͝ṛ̶̢̩̪̟̟̪̰͓̲͗̎̌̄͑́̂͒͒̎̉͝i̵͕̮̱̹̝̻̞͌̇͛̌͑̈́͆̊͆́͠͠f̷̧͔̹̝̫̹͙̖̗͗̿̏̐̎͗̎͆͋̕͘͠ḯ̸̙͍̻͔̹̭̖͋̋̓̅̓̐c̴̨̨̤̪͎͈̻͇̀͌͝ȩ̵̡͇͈͈̞̼̯̼̰͚͍̏̇̊͑͂͂̿́̒͘͠͠͝?̶̢͖͔̻͉̝̜̹̳̹̥̥̱̈́̊͒̀

The same questions were somewhat more focused, and time seemed to slow down as Olga's eyes turned pale black, and her form began to emit a dark yet bright essence.

The once-shaking room began to tremble and crack at the seams as if reality was trying to fight what was coming. 

The walls seemed to tremble and glitch as if trying to delete themselves from existence while the Orcs began to roar and hold their heads in pain, and the men and male dark elves that joined Vault fell to their knees in agony.

Chloe, however, was unaffected as she cried for the pain her queen was going through while she tried to stop the spell, as it would only end in the death of her lady. But as quickly as the spell began to work, the room went silent as if nothing had occurred.

The spell had failed.

Olga then began to shed tears as she lay her head on the ground and sobbed as she did not have enough strength to complete the spell. Vault and Kin smiled, seeing her broken spirit, and laughed at her while his men did the same as they all began to approach the two.

But then the world stopped, and in Olga's mind, two questions filled her mind.

W̷̖̱̆́̏̃̽̍̐h̵̲̟͈͛͒̏̿̄́̅̇͋̏a̸̙̳̘͗̍̿͂͐͊̊͆̔́̏̉͠t̴͈͇̭̰̙͕̹̮͗̃̏́̾̕ͅ ̵̡̨̛͉͍̝̙̱̜̭̆́̋̀̎̍̀͆ͅa̵͚͇͎͖͒͝r̵̗̦͍̜̻̺̔͗ȩ̸̡̛̠̲̙̙͍͕̇̈́́̍͒̑̐́͜͝ ̵̳͚̙̟̬͇̝͍̜̿̍̇͋̉̀̌͗͒͛͜y̶̟̙̭̖͍͖͎̭̣̤͙̒͊̚͝͝͝͝ͅǫ̷̟͇͇̥͈͈̘̌̄͋͝͠ͅų̵̛̞̞̥̪͍͙̼̀ ̵̖̲̟͒w̸͔̎ȉ̶̘̠͙̤͈̜̫̓̃̒̋̀͜l̴̢̪̙̻̠̱̥̤̥̳͈͚̭̒̊͛̑͂l̵͉͙̤̇̋̓̾̎̏̚i̵̧͙̻̦̗̩̣̱͍̽n̵̡̛̜̖̺̳̮̓̈́͌̽g̶̛̲͕̜͔̰̑̃͐͊͆̄͑̒͝͠ ̵̧̝͙̰̲̗̠͒̌̌̽t̶͎̹̟̭̭͓͎̳̫̲͈̻͈͌̅̏̑ơ̸͎̍͂̈́̔͊̌̃̾̈́ ̴̡̨̛̫͇̘̯̣̯͇͕̈́̈̎̔̃͘ș̴̡̮̖̲͛̋̌̀̃̄̈̈̅͊̽ü̶̠̏̏͌̾̀̅f̶̖̄̽̆̑̊̐̊f̶̛͎̩̺̬͍͕̈́̋̈ȅ̸̯̝͎̳̞̩̦̬̻̰̥͋̍̔͊̅̚ͅr̸͚̺̦͓̯̳̼̳͉͚͇͉̙͛͗̉̎̿̋͂̊̿?̵͖̪̪̅͆́̀̎̈̾̃̐̏̊̕̕

̷̳̠͖͓̫̻̬̼̺͒̄͐͑̐̑͛̈́̔̕̕͘͝

̷̡̘̖̹̙͍͉̎̃͗̔̈́̋͜͝ͅW̶̢̬̘̘͍̭̟̲̭̝̙̉̊̐̀͆̀̎͋̉̓̕̕ḧ̷̖͖̩́͛̉̆͊̀̋͂̅̔̚͠͠a̸͇͚̜̘͉̰͕̼̳̮̘̎̓͋̇͝t̴̮̰̼͔̣͖̰̑̓͛͗̚ ̷̮̣̈́͗͂̿̈́̀̄̚͠͝͝ą̶͉̦̫̣̯͉̽́̆̏r̴̭̰̮̟̀̑̊͒̽̔̈́͂ẽ̷̛̯̼̮̞͉̣̫̽͗ ̶̤͎̭̖̙̉̈́̀̆͛̅̚̚͠y̷̢̛̭͖͍͍͎͊̈́̀̃̏̈̐́̿͘̚͘ͅo̵̺͉̜͕̦͕̓́́͋̏͘͝͝ǔ̶̠̭̼̰͍̼̯́͒͒̈̔͛͆̕͜͝ ̶̗̊̃̓̎͛ẘ̵̢͉͉̣̰͚̯̘̤̙̣̐̆̄͊̔͐͗͆̐͘i̶̛͖̯͉͍̻̠̪̜͎̽̄̅̕ͅl̵̖̞̺̈́l̶̞̳̮̺̩͓̫͎̐̎͒̀̃̒̈́̇̀̎͘̚͠i̴̱̩̗͕̩͙͖͗̈̓̆̚͝n̸̻̻̈́̌͐̍̋̽g̴̨͎̜̞̜̖̯̯̤̃̐̏̄̈́̌̃͛̂̈́͜ ̶͖̯̲̬̜̠̯͉͙̱̥̈̇̈̀̈́̏͝t̶͖̖̄͑̋̇̉̓̾͑͐́͘͠ǒ̷̟̤̝̠͙̹̬̓̑̈́̋͋̄̓̽̔̀ ̶̢̢̡̼̻͇͈̼̳̘̞̝̗̒̀̇̃̇̂͆s̷̥̝͔̭̽́͊̿̋̓̆̉̃̕͝a̷̠͈̱̬̝̤̩͈͇̒́̆̒̚̕͜͝͝c̷̡̥̾̽̂̓͐̐͆͒̊̇̕͠͝ṛ̶̢̩̪̟̟̪̰͓̲͗̎̌̄͑́̂͒͒̎̉͝i̵͕̮̱̹̝̻̞͌̇͛̌͑̈́͆̊͆́͠͠f̷̧͔̹̝̫̹͙̖̗͗̿̏̐̎͗̎͆͋̕͘͠ḯ̸̙͍̻͔̹̭̖͋̋̓̅̓̐c̴̨̨̤̪͎͈̻͇̀͌͝ȩ̵̡͇͈͈̞̼̯̼̰͚͍̏̇̊͑͂͂̿́̒͘͠͠͝?̶̢͖͔̻͉̝̜̹̳̹̥̥̱̈́̊͒̀

"Anything! I would give up everything for a chance to kill them all!.. Save Chloe, please. I give my body, mind, and soul. Just save her, please." The room had stopped, and the only sound that could be heard was the echoing ticks of a clock.

̷̨̢̼̺̬̩̯͖͎̘͉̳̒͌Y̴̡̨͈̹̥͚̥̔́͜ͅò̵̡ͅṳ̵̡̧͕͕̘͉̙͎̠̈́͌̕͜r̸̛̘̠̺̱̞̦̜͎̬͕̀̄̄̃͘͝ ̴̢̛̛̥̲͎͎̰̫͂͑̋͋́̇̅̍̚̚͝o̷̡̢͇̹̟̯̙̬̝̳̹̥̓̆̓̋͒͘͝f̶̦̤̮͛̍͌̿͊̈́̄̚f̴̨̣̱͕̰͇̞͚͕͕͓̥̳͐̽̚͝e̶̯̳̳̭̮̣̣̺͠r̴̛̫͙̭̒̇̀̉͛́̈́́͆̏̂i̵̧̛̛̲̤̤̻̞̠̠̝̮̪͙̣̿̈̅͋̊̌͂̾͛ņ̴̛͉̘̬̝̩̮͈͐͊͒̇͌g̴̗̭̳͇͕̉̃̾̓̃́͗͒̚ ̸̧͔̖͎͚̙͙͎̈̈́ỉ̶͉͕͙̦̻̟̫̫̝͊̂͗̑͊͊̚ͅś̷̳̰̍̉̂͆̏͆̐̇̿̌̆͠ ̵̜̙͐̾̂̋͜a̴̡̛̠̩̬̭͓̩͇̔͆̊̉̐́̿̾̿̃̀̕͜c̶̲͖̱̺̠͓̊̑̇̈́̔͒̉͒̓̕͠͝͝c̴̙̼͕̫̬̫̹̣̘͖̱̤̾̎̇̊͌̄͘e̴̡̳̯̱̖̞̻̬̻͈̩̪̬̔ptē̷̱͗d̵̢̢͖̗̪̺̩̹̮̖͇̰̳̀̋.̶̢͖͖̥̜̳͌̾̀̅͑́̚͠͝͠͝͝

Time then returned to normal, but then a giant flaming eye appeared before the two dark elves, and they saw something more terrifying than the dawn. A demon dressed in celestial gold armor. It was a mockery of the divine, yet it was so beautiful.

Two flaming spears in hand stood before the two and whispered but one phrase.

̸͍͙͖̱̳͑̏̕Ģ̷̡͇̞̠͚͔̻̉̎ĩ̷̥͕̞̃͐v̴̧̫͇͈͈͓̹̤̰̹̫̫̙̐̈́̈̓͘ȇ̷̡̺̫͓̙̣̺͔̦͛̎͋̌̓̔ ̴̬̓ý̸̢̖̣͌̂̄͘͠ǫ̸̡̛̳̠̺̘͉̔͑̒́̇͋̑͊̆̈̚̕ụ̷̲͎͍̘̞̰̙̠̫̹̓̓̑͐̔̽̅̉͗̚͘ͅr̵̨̮̟͇̖͍̗̞̰̼͎̯̓͆̀̊̔̈́̍͂̃̐͝ͅ ̵̨͔̭̻̯̞̭̃̑͜͝w̷̢͕͓̖̣̙͛͑̓ͅͅî̵̧̢̨̬̻̥̯͖̤͎̲͓͉͋l̸̢̤͔̞̹͖̪̰̠̱̟͓͍͛̿̎̈́͘͝l̶̰͔̯̹̠͓̦͓͇̭͎̎́͛͗̎̃͠ ̶̢̩͖̰̏͝t̵̲̼͔̮̯̔̇o̶̱͎̼̭̮͚͑͂̅̏́̇̈́͠ ̷̪͍͚͕͉͓̰̹̼͋́̒̂̒̑̓m̵̛͖̗̟͍͎̰͍̼̝̣͛͂̽̿̇̕͜͝͝ͅè̵̢̱̙̱̲̫̗̅̈́͐̚̚͜͝!̵̧̨̧̛̛̜̭̬͈̮̲̱͕͇͙̊̑̌̂̈́̿̌͛̾͊̚

And Olga Discordia began to burn in dark fire.