An Extra’s POV

Death.

It's such a frightening thing.

It fuels its victims with desperation as they attempt to swim against the inevitable tide of tragedy that rushes against them.

This unstoppable march… it never ends.

Scary, is it not? Enough to turn knees weak, and body limp.

Well, an embodiment of this very concept now stared down at a girl—a teenager who was no more than sixteen—right after taking the life of her comrade.

The smell of blood and gore filled the air, creating an acrid odor that would cause any to crinkle their nose and leak out a tear or two.

This overwhelming sensation, and the bleak atmosphere caused by the shadow cast by the creature of chaos, finally began to register in the broken mind of Alicia White.

It was at this moment that she fully understood the terror of death.

Her response.

"ARRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

A loud scream, akin to the cry of a powerless cur, filled the air, as tears fell down her eyes.

Who was she crying for?

Her fallen friends? Billy? Herself? Perhaps all of the above…

Either way, there was only so much strain that a human mind could take. After that single cry, Alicia could no longer bear the overbearing weight that constantly tasked her brain and body.

As such, she passed out right there and there.

As her lids closed shut, her kneeling body began to descend to the ground. To anyone watching, it would have been a swift fall to the cold earth, but… to the Beast that observed the slump, he witnessed it with much time to spare.

Once again, it thrust its hand towards Alicia's falling body, planning on wrapping its palm on her face and crushing it in one try.

That would be the end of everything.

~WHOOOSH!~

In swift motion, much faster than before, it lunged its hand towards Alicia.

stop this execution; not that they would be able to do anything but

inevitable march of death had come… and Alicia was chosen as

~CRUNCH!~

bones, or breaking scales,

gradual and subtle… like it happened

"Hey…"

followed the sound of

was currently holding onto the girl who had fallen, her unconscious body resting on his broad torso, with her head finding comfort in

hand, he held onto the slumbering girl, and with another, he tightly grabbed

deep, dark tone burst forth, and his crimson eyes flashed brightly once he

there was tense silence—rightfully

had ever been able to stop Dagon since its arrival in this world. If they did, they would easily pay the price with their lives. However, not only was this dark-coated man in the mask fast enough to react

moment, feeling its silvery-blue scales crack under the incredible strength of

hell are

~WHAM!~

the masked man could say anything more, Dagon moved its other

The result was devastating.

~BOOOOOOOM!~

his body flung across the area as if he was nothing but a ragdoll who could hardly react to or resist the overpowering current of force

calculate one thing,

"Grrrrr…."

that it desired to eliminate had been flung away with the man that

of his other hand and tried to block the incoming assault as fast as he could, but Dagon was

knew the man

were hit by Dagon's full speed would turn into paste before its hand even touched them, but there was no

felt

"Grrrrrr…"

meant the man was still alive—and most likely its prey as

It couldn't have that.

~VWOOOOOSH!~

destroying everything in its path as it approached the Divine

moved out of the way, but

to feel its scales and a part of its flesh

its arrival that it had felt

him…

prey in his arms, cradling her like one would a baby. He was

Dagon felt challenged.

understand most things, but there were certain emotions that even wild

a desire for