Nomanalive

How long can one ignore the voices in their head?

Nine years. To Mark, that was the limit. 

For the majority of his life, Mark White has been fighting a constant battle for his sanity. The voices in his head pushed him toward madness one whisper at a time, and the music he used to ward against them was gradually losing its effects. 
As his mental state slowly deteriorated, Mark spent more of his time working on a game he had been developing and lamenting his lack of romantic experience. 

One night, the voices dealt him a powerful blow, bringing their battle to an end. To his surprise, Mark won the battle, but that came at a great cost.

The voices might have disappeared, but a visual hallucination arrived to replace them, taking the form of a character from his game: Maids VS Apocalypse. Little did he know that the real apocalypse was already coming for him.

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Maids VS Apocalypse

Red. River of red. Carved with my spear. Filled with the blood of beasts.

Day after day. The sun rises, the beasts awaken, we fight, fight, fight, fight, and fight some more. Some days were unlike the others and no monster would show at our door, but those were rare. Far too rare.

Ever since I donned the cape of the Benevolent Moon, all I did was fight, fight, and fight again. The beasts were endless. No matter how many we slay, more would come charging the next day. It was tiring.

The fear was gone, and so was the thrill of each threshold I climbed over. The Souls I harvest were no longer enough. Even if I were to keep killing, keep slaying, my life would end before I reached my next Ascension. Even if I were to Ascend one more time, what about the next?

Twelve Hours.