war within a breath

who is he fooling? he can't possibly think that he can do this. no way. could he? will he? to wage a war on both parties, caught up in a limbo of faith. surely, this is suicide. a self-proclaimed vagrant, he continues to run from it all, never resting, always moving. retreat is his only option. he knows he faces the death penalty if he dares show his face to either side.

now, he stands firm, between the two, non-repentant. a bloodcurdling war cry emanates from one front to be rallied by one of the other. so it begins, after the aeons of waiting and watching, the silence breaks. an unrivalled genocide commences as all Hell breaks loose on the battlegrounds. war engines emerge, poised to strike as the waves of souls crash and sway in the balance.

in this sea of insanity, he stands. he remains motionless throughout. not a care to the strife around him, he seems to be lost in another world of his own. the combatants continue their predetermined skirmish for what seems to be an eternity. without warning, the sky is set ablaze as the Sun turns its face away and sets on this scene.

a Great Fire rains down upon the scene, burning all, sparing none of the damned. it washes away the remains of the dead, percolating into the blood soaked Earth, purging it clean. silence. as suddenly as it had begun, the battle has ceased. for his rejection of the Victor, he is sentenced to damnation. the End has come.