Where do the dead belong in the world of the living if the living are already supposed to be dead? The year is 3137 A.D. Near peace has been established between the human and demons for nearly a millennium. However, that peace is deeply disturbed when the dead come back to the world of the living to judge those deemed sinful. In return, opening old wounds the world had chosen to forget.

Mystic Dark

 A familiar voice rings in my ears as I sit in the darkness. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t feel. I couldn’t understand. 


I tried to move. Tried. A sharp heat quickly lined my back in excruciating pain. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. It was like my mouth was sown shut. 


I felt a soft thump on my leg as if someone had kicked me. Feeling started to return to my body. I was sore. Extremely sore. Stiff. I felt like I was spinning. 


A loud boom could be heard in the distance. My ears were still ring; however, I could hear more clearly now. The grinding and bending of metal and debris could be heard all around. I twitched in fear as another loud crash sounded. 


I began to open my eyes. The pain I was enduring was damn near unbearable. My vision, blurred, was blinded by a sea of crimson red. My mind was beginning to race. I couldn’t quite put it together at first, then….. 


Knightfall Protocol (Janice)