I killed my father.
I killed my mother.
I killed my father.
I killed my mother.
And in his hand he coldly gripped both the joy of growing up and the agony of being alone.
A man dressed in obsidian colored armor took a walk through the Hollows. He hadn't seen it himself, but he heard of it being a hell for regular civilians and a nirvana for the crooked. Rain pitter pattered down his visor, and each step he took tested the weight of the ground below him. It was nights like this he felt suspended, one could say. He feels he has become more than a man, but all the same, when he looks up, he sees humanity, and feels that perhaps it is he who has fallen. At least, so it goes in his dreams. Behind him marched several men all wearing masks etched with eternal grins and red gloves.
They arrived at a slummy looking building (though that's per the usual for the Hollows) with red light illuminating the interior and loud, satanic deathmetal blaring inside. The man in armor raises a hand for his men to stay put. He walks over to the door, knowing better than to knock, and simply barges inside. There's a group of Hellions all jamming to music, drinking kegs, and stumbling across overturned furniture on the inside. All but the music comes to a halt as they spot him - Godbringer.
"Welcome HOME GU - Who the fuck are you?" One particular Hellion rose up. His name was Furnace. "Hey! Chumps! We got a hero here!"
Godbringer felt a surge of delight coarse through his veins.
"Could you call me that again?" He asks with amusement.
"What? Ew. Are you getting off to this?" Furnace reeled back. "Gross. Look. We're all in good spirits tonight, so we'll let you slip on this single fuck up. You walk away nice and slow, or run if you're a big pussy, and we'll forget you ever stopped by."
All Godbringer replied with was silence. He dips his head, shaking it. "I'm so sorry."
Furnace threw up his hands in frustration. "Come on, man...Don't cry about it. Just leave, okay?"
"It is only human to shed tears for the fallen."
"Oh we're fallen alright. We're what demons aspire to be!" Another hellion cheered, crushing a beer can against his head.
"You may soon be demons yet." Godbringer folds his hands in front of him. "Go ahead. Show them their aspiring, flaming nirvana."
It felt like eons before the guns stopped firing and the hellion bodies stopped twitching. Each one, for the first time since they had 'fallen', lay completely still and cold. As for Bonfire, Judas, and Hellfright, there would be no welcome back party.
"There's still more of the crew. Perez Park will be our next stop."