Cold Loved

All the sudently of snow, it's shape and form with crystalic coating that showers with many miles across.

A person onto the hills where winds wisses around it. Eyes hues brighted green like stars in the nighty sources, hairs with dark purples which void like the skys. With a staff made of woods carve with small insignia arounds it's surfaces, handling it to the sky's, a beams of lights where angels abide from, a foarm of white lights, shattered into many directions, a crack towards the sky where white light imits from it's sliver beyonds. A crystal falls from the aboves. Like a gift come true.

The figure, turning a blind eyes, walk downhills on the steps. A man beside the figure, a tachi with a black with gold insignia scarbard, tipping the sword downwards, a word spoken from his mask of devil.

"Ready?"

... The silent was the answer.

Seeing the far forested areas, was nothing but blood, scattered across many miles with death of many.