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It begins
It begins as it often does; the clash between an angel and a demon. An oppressor and a liberator
It is seen in their roles, two swordsmen serving their captains. Two samurai, bound by oaths to their lords
It is seen in their struggles to always win. To never lose again
Its heard in the clash of their blades. The clash of steel, the spilling of blood, the last angel raging at the violation of the dead and the new demon seeking too end the violation of the living
It is heard in their will. The flutter of dark wings and the scraping of claws, the roar of flames begging to consume the world's grotesque peace. The twang of the shimasen, the pounding of three thousand demons' feet kept in time by a drum's heartbeat; a march blindly following the sun's arc.
It ends with three unbroken blades. A fallen angel cannot match the King of Hell in his own domain
It ends with the freedom of a god high above the clouds. A dragon's rage cannot match a God's Laughter. A harvest festival satisfies more than a conqueror's hoarded feast.
It ends.