This life had been a nightmare, a cycle endless of blood and despair from which there was no escape.
Each day that was passing converted itself into a reminder vile of his powerlessness, a chain invisible that was binding him to a destiny relentless.
He had no option more but to accept the inevitable and fight, with nails and teeth, for a survival that was feeling more like a punishment than like a hope.
Even if he had been face to face with God and had thrown his rage, his pain, his pleas, God would not have listened.
God was not more than a spectator distant, an observer indifferent who was contemplating his suffering from a throne unreachable.
Without mattering how deep was his despair, how deafening were his cries, he would not have been moved.
His silence was a verdict, a sentence that they were, and only they, who had to carve their path through this hell.
Arceus was the architect only of that destiny vile and oppressive that was crushing him under the weight of a mountain.
He would fight until the end bitter, until there remained not a single breath of life in him, although each step on this path was paved with blood and sacrifice.
"Ahh!"
A cry tore the silence. The blood splattered against a wall of marble white and left a trail crimson that slid itself toward the floor.
"Help!"
A hand severed, still trembling in its spasms final of pain, fell to the floor beside two eyeballs that rolled with a sound wet and grotesque.
"Ah!"
A man collapsed against the wall, his body slid itself until it rested on the floor.
His head was hanging at an angle completely unnatural, and his hands, extended toward his knees, were trembling faintly, as if they were still clinging to the vestiges last of life that were slipping between his fingers.
A hole open and bleeding in his chest was leaving exposed the shine viscous of his organs internal, while the half of his leg left had disappeared, torn off by some force inhuman.
The blood was gushing without respite from the wound in his chest and from the stump of his leg.
Beside him, a sword rusted and notched was sinking into the floor and its blade was stained with blood dry.
"N... No!"
The cry choked itself in a gurgle tragic. Further ahead, the scene was becoming even more grotesque and visceral.
Several bodies were lying lifeless, scattered like dolls broken in a battlefield abandoned and devoid of hope.
The corpse of a woman blonde, split in half, was lying in a pool of blood thick and coagulated.
Her organs internal, exposed and mangled, were spilling over the floor cracked and were mingling with the blood to form a tapestry frightful of flesh and fluids corporal.
At some steps of distance, the body decapitated of a man was lying slumped, his arms were extended as if he had tried to reach something in his moments last.
Beyond, the head of that same man was on the floor with the eyes wide open, frozen in an expression terrifying. Around him, there were more corpses in states similar.
Some had the torsos open, others were mutilated in forms that were defying the imagination and the comprehension human. Their weapons were lying scattered around them.
The chamber where was unfolding this massacre senseless was imposing in its architecture, with ceilings so high that they seemed to vanish.
The walls white were adorned with circles concentric intricate and patterns geometric that were evoking a design technological advanced forgotten by civilizations lost.
However, now those walls were profaned by splashes of blood.
"Aaaahh! Someone... Please help me!" shouted a woman of hair blue navy, was brandishing a spear trembling in her hand right.
But her plea was in vain.
In an instant shorter than a blink, something too fast for the eye human tore off her arm left, and the blood splattered her tunic white.
"Ugh! I don't want to die like this, in a manner so pathetic!" shouted a man who was wearing a tunic black and a hood that was hiding partially his face terrified.
His hands were emitting arcs of lightning blue that shot themselves toward the floor with force tremendous, directed to the monster that was dominating the center of the chamber.
But his effort was useless. A tail too thick and blue pale cut his waist without mercy.
Another man tried to flank the giant humanoid from the left, was wielding two hammers of war, each one of the size of a table small.
He had more than forty years, with a face weathered and mustaches prominent that were giving him the air of a veteran hardened by a thousand battles.
His torso bare was revealing a body robust and bronzed by the sun, with muscles incredible and chiseled.
With a shout explosive, he spun like a whirlwind destructive, was swinging his hammers with a force that seemed capable of leveling mountains entire.
But a scythe blue pale, as long as a lance of cavalry, cut the half of his face in an instant, and the blood rained in the air while his body fell lifeless, like a tree felled.
"Damnation!" shouted another man agonizing, his words drowned themselves in his own blood.
From the other flank, another scythe cut from top to bottom the torso of the attacker who had charged completely his attack magical but who never had the opportunity to release it before that the death claimed him.
All were falling under the fury relentless of the arms-scythe of the monster, that were sweeping through the chamber like a tornado thirsty for blood, were reaping lives without discrimination nor mercy.
Arceus observed the massacre from the distance. This was something that he had seen all his life. He had learned that in this world, only the fittest were surviving. The compassion was a luxury that they could not afford.
"Do not break the formation! That thing is attacking specifically those who stray from the group main!" he shouted, with the gaze fixed on the monster that was dominating the chamber with its presence terrifying. "Do not let it move! KathyIn, now!"
KathyIn reacted instantly and sank her sword crimson into the floor of marble.
A wave of energy icy sprouted from the blade as if they were in the pole south and the temperature of the chamber plummeted abruptly, as if the winter itself had burst in to claim its dominion.
The floor around them covered itself with a layer of ice treacherous and glistening, that trapped the legs thick and the tail long and scaly of the monster humanoid in a prison crystalline.
The creature, a colossus of more than three meters of height with skin blue translucent, froze itself in its place, its torso lower was enclosed like a statue of nightmare.
In its hand right, stained with the blood of its victims, was holding a head human severed and from its forearm, was emerging a scythe long blue pale.
"Hurry! I cannot keep it immobilized thus for much time, Raymond!" shouted KathyIn with urgency.
"Let's go, Eric!" responded Raymond.
Raymond was a man imposing, tall and robust of skin bronzed.
His hair long and brown, combed toward back, was contrasting with the sides shaved of his head endowing him with a style bold.
His torso bare was revealing a tattoo on the back: the silhouette of a tiger golden, majestic and fierce. His hands were enveloped in two spheres of energy purple, brilliant and crackling, that were throwing sparks electric.
"Do not give me orders, idiot! I can handle my affairs own!" snapped Eric.
Eric was a man of skin dark and weathered, with hair black, disheveled and braided that was hanging in strands uneven like snakes dark.
He was wearing a tunic white, now torn and stained with his blood own and that of others.
In his hand was wielding a sword silver, ready to cut any obstacle.
In a movement single synchronized, Eric and Raymond launched themselves against the monster like projectiles human.