Much before the events of 'Restoration.' Days of sorrow, memories forever staining the soul. Hatred, conviction, resolve. Emotions clashing ever so violently. No matter the sorrow, no matter the despair, a demon forever holding onto who they are. Anguish crying out, a soul eternally in bondage. Unforgivable actions, and a war towards the end of days. Those strange memories deep inside, conflicting emotions striking at the core. What is the truth behind those discrepancies in the demon's memories?

"I only meant to save her...I did not mean to..."

"Remember who you really are, old friend..."

"Even if I must stain my soul in malevolence, to be able to have those pleasureful times again..."

"If we had spoken what we really meant that night...could things have gone differently...?"

Infinite in secret this tale is holding. Even if it is but a somber morrow, it is never truly hopeless. The Bringer of Demise eternally branding their image into the Nine Worlds. Two old friends, one forever following, the other eternally walking in the deepest of abyss.

Head on forth into the darkest days of Restoration!

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