"I always used to play here..you know. Me and her? Tennis was our favorite back then.." He spoke to a group of residents that he had cornered within the tennis courts. His hair was a fiery red, and his bangs kept his eyes from showing. He kept both hands tucked into his pockets of his trench coat as the rain continued to fall on them. Those who he had chased were now moving around, trying to flank him. He didn't stop them..it would be easier if he was in the center.
"But..she died. A demon had cut her head off her shoulders and ate it for dinner. I can still see it...I'm very sad.." He repeated, letting the melancholy in his voice ring out as one of the demon residents sped at him from the back. Instead of dodging it he let a disc of ice form beneath his face and shoot him straight into the sky. "We were all abandoned; no one helped us.." He whispered and strafed to the side as one of the residents leapt a great height to catch and claw at him with what seemed a demon-like arm.
"Why didn't you guys help us?" He asked, turning his head to move his bangs out of his face. One of his eyes was a pitch black while his pupil was the only thing visible to shine a devil red; his brown left eye was the only thing normal. "You let her die! It is all your fault!" He cried as all five enemies surrounded him. The temperature dropped drastically, and instantly the tennis courts were covered in a thick sheet of ice in the shape of a flower, imprisoning his victims within it. "Now you know the coldness of my heart.."
The ice cracked upon his will, and tore through the flower structure until shattering in billions of shards, covering the entire tennis courts and displaying a beautiful spray of ice throughout West Sanctum.
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