Dread & Terror {open}

[Legion]

Word has pass of the events that transpired in Sector 12. Word of a demonic child who wields the horrors of the Arashi within the palm of her hand. The blood statues of the Three in Sector 12 a testament of the true heights of her abilities. Word has pass on to the families of the soldiers and civilians who lost their lives at the hand of this beast. Mourning their loved ones and crying out for vengeance though being helpless to do anything about it. Legion could hear them all, the cries of sorrow that lingered in the air at the revelation the Fourth Aspect had laid upon their feet. Broken hearts among broken hearts, families torn apart by her wrath. The demons and abominations inside the child did not care... but the innocent among them wept alongside the people of Isafaro. Refusing to believe that it was by her own hand that these horrors came to past. Refusing to believe that there was nothing left of her innocence now that mankind's blood soaked her hands and feet. Dripping down against the ground where she walked. Though the remnants of the child's soul knew not the difference between right and wrong, she knew pain. She knew sorrow. She knew there was reason to fear.

In the park southeast of the eleventh sector, a game of hopscotch was being played. Bloodied footprints occupying the ground where the squares and numbers were drawn as even an innocent child's game was not beyond the Fourth Aspect to defile. The park was deserted and appeared to be something out of a child's nightmare. The color once there completely drained like the hair of the mech pilot back in Sector 12. Haunted by the mere presence of the Fourth. Although Legion had yet to attack the sector in similar matter to the previous, she could tell that the residence could feel her presence. Paralyzing them in fear. They were so afraid of her very aura that they didn't dare to leave their homes and try to flee for their lives. Legion could take her time, build the suspense until it was terror itself that killed the people of this sector. She didn't have to do anything. And when the fear alone was enough to kill, you knew you had mastered true fear. An instinct, an emotion. Many are consumed by it, few can concealed the emotion, even less can overcome it but they can never... No matter the power they wield... They can never truly conquer it.

People were beginning to understand why those had feared the Messenger of the Arashi prophecy. Legion captured the essence of what the First Aspect was while being something else entirely. If General Vulture was as mad as they say, then he was proud of this fact. Proud that something he had created through science could capture the essence of what made the one known as Veran so terrifying. Just uttering the name of such a being was enough to cause man to tremble, like an earthquake erupted in their soul that would never cease. People would sooner seek out the Spokesman of Insanity and be devoured by his Darkness then face the one known as Veran... That was the power he held over the residence of Isafaro and all of Genesis. And long after he was gone they would always fear his coming back. Or in this case...

His reincarnation.

[Cazador]

There she was in his scope. Cazador was finally able to track her down. In his hands was his War Dragon Rifle. It was set to sniper mode and had an adamantium clip loaded into it. Once fired, the weapon would shred off a piece of the clip and fire it off at high speeds in the form of super heated molten metal. Cazador's rifle defiantly had enough power in it to blow someone's head clean off and leave a giant mess to clean up. As he layed on top of a building far across from the playground, he had to make a decision... Shoot or don't shoot. Cazador knew what happened to the poor child. It wasn't her fault that she ended up like this. If he attempted to kill her, would it be an act of mercy or would his conscience label him as a coward for not being able to save her from what plagued her small body.

Cazador had originally found out about Legion through D.A.V.E.'s information on one Vulture's points of interest. He had managed to infiltrate a research lab where he discovered files and notes about the poor girl's origins and what they did to her. It sickened Cazador to his core. Not long after he discovered her origins, sector 12 of the city was attacked and destroyed. The destruction caused by the child was unbelievable. There was a strong chance that the child was an even bigger threat to Genesis than the Vulture Regime. If that were the case then she would need to be stopped... no matter what the cost.

His sight never left the scope. His heart was beating fast. Not from the fear of death, but from the inner conflict he was feeling. Death didn't matter to Cazador. In fact he embraced the thought of his own death. It was a chance to see his family... his unborn child. His baby would been about Legion's age. His child and Legion were both robbed of a childhood and being able to grow up. His sympathies was with the monster. To kill or not to kill, that was the question. If he could destroy her he would save millions, but a child would have to be killed in order to do it. If this thing was allowed to live then millions would just die. His proper judgement was getting clouded by his own personal feelings. Cazador had to remember that she wasn't just a child, she had the blood of monsters coursing through her veins.

The time to choose was coming, but then another idea came to his mind... Relampago! The elf who first found him on Genesis. He was a powerful sorcerer. If he could somehow capture her then he could bring her to him. Maybe he would know how to save the child and exorcise the demons from with in her, but just how was he going to even capture her. Cazador was beginning to think up some kind of plan. He was just hoping he could remain unnoticed for a little while longer.

[Legion]

Cazador's inner struggle with what to do now that he had found the cause of so much death and destruction was proving to be as tasking as the battle against Vulture itself. Shoot or don't shoot? Kill or don't kill? Can I save it? Would it want to be saved? These were the questions that plagued his mind as so far the demon child did not look in his direction from her place in the park. But before he could finally make a decision the silence that choked this area of the sector would be broken by the child herself.

“Help me.”

The man's inner struggle would be met with a plead as the child slowly rocked herself back and forth on the bench. Knees pressed up against her stomach and arms folded over the knees with her face buried in the arms. Looking though as if she was crying. Perhaps she was. Deep down inside the innocent child was still very much alive among the demons that cried out for blood. The demons that wanted to destroy everything around them. Whispering in the child's ear to claim revenge on Vulture for what he did to her and her family. Though revenge itself was still a concept the child didn't fully understand and the emotions that swept through her when she took all those lives scared her. What in God's name was she becoming? Could she ever go back? Would they even have her? At this a new question would have to be asked inside the sniper's mind. Was the cry for help sincere...

Or did the monster already know he was there?

[Cazador]

"Help me."

Those two words echoed from his ears and into his memories. Suddenly his mind flashed away from the playground, away from Isfaro, away from Genesis, and back through time to Earth. He could see the memory of his past as clear as day. It was the memory that haunted him every night. The source of his all anger and sorrow. He could feel himself tied down to that chair with his family right across from him. His little brother, his mother, his fiance, and his unborn child. Each of them were tied infront of him with that man standing over each of them.

Cazador could hear his brother utter his last words "Help me" before meeting his end to that monster's blade. His mother came next. He still remembered her cries for his brother and the pleas for help. Then the sword came down into her throat and followed by silence. That monster wearing man's flesh walked over to his fiance. He continued trying to free himself, struggling has hard as he could to break free, but he just wasn't strong enough. He drove the blade into her stomach and into his unborn child. Cazador's eyes widened as he witnessed all his hopes in dreams fade away. He finally heard his fiance's last whimpering cry... "Tony... help..." The sword was driven into her throat like the others.

Cazador's thoughts faded into blackness. His mind was leaving Earth and returned to Genesis. His scope never left the girl, but now his choice was as clear as day. He would save her and make Vulture pay. As far Cazador was concerned she hadn't murdered anyone. All of those deaths in Sector 12 belonged to Vulture. It was their actions that caused it. He stood up from his prone position and put his rifle away on his back. If Legion hadn't seen him before, she would now. He looked on for a moment at the girl rocking back and forth. At first he did nothing, but then he leaped from the building and descended down towards the ground. He slowed his landing with his jetpack until he made a soft landing.

Without any fear in his mind or heart, Cazador walked straight towards Legion. It was foolish and even suicidal, but a paternal instinct in him was taking over his better judgement. He walked closer, leaving the streets and entering into the playground. He drew closer until he was there standing right in front of the harbinger of death. Cazador looked on as she cried while rocking herself. It didn't matter to him who was in control whether it be the demons who plagued her or the actual little girl herself. He sat on the bench next to the crying monster and with a father like voice, Cazador said something.

"My name is Tony. What's your name?"

It could of all been a trap set by Legion to bring Cazador in close. He had to of known the risks for such foolishness. But if there was any light inside this deep tunnel of darkness, he wanted it to know, even if it was for only a few moments, that she wasn't alone...

[Legion]

The words of the demon child was enough to strike at the man's cord, reminding him of the night he lost his family. His future. The night he watched a child being denied life before it could even be born. Something Legion would have envied if she was old enough to understand. After another moment of intense thought he finally made his choice, sealed his fate. He was going to help this child one way or another. As he came out of hiding and into plain view the memories of that fateful day where his family was lost grew louder in his head. Causing him to become unfocused, disorientated, and feel like he was walking straight into the hell the closer he got to the demon child. Still he persisted, fighting the memories. Not allowing them to overwhelm his mind. He would never make it to sit down next to her however as he would notice a red light coming from his hand just as Legion's lifted up her head from the top of her knees and looked upon him. Eyes gazing through flesh and into the soul like the mech pilot before him. No tears to speak of, just a cold dark glare.

He's been had.

The skin on his hand began to peal off slowly. Piece by piece. Agony spreading throughout his body as it felt like someone was ripping off his skin with their bare hands. But Legion was not close enough to even lay so much as a finger on him. But the skin ripped all the same and he looked at his own muscles that laid underneath and then nothing but bones remained as the rest of his body started to decade. This was it. Death would finally claim him once and for all and he would be able to rest in peace with his lost loved ones. There would be no returning from the grave this time. So he thought. But before death's cold embrace could take him to the other side, his body reformed. His skin was back and it was as if none of it had ever happened. But he knew it did. He felt the pain, heard the sick sound of flesh tearing from bone. Was it all just a powerful illusion or was the demon child so powerful she was capable of bringing a man to the verge of collapse only to reconstruct them just as easily?

“We are Legion...”

The child stood before him now, her gaze fixated on him and never blinking as the stare alone was enough to make him feel as though she was penetrating his mind with a power drill.

“We are many...”

[Cazador]

Cazador stopped in his tracks as he felt an intense pain in his hand. His armor wasn't picking up any damage being inflicted, but it felt like he was dipping his hand in the pits of hell. He let a large grunt and followed by a serious of painful growls. The pain was excruciating. It been years since he felt this kind of feeling. Not since that day when the fire in his soul began to burn with the thirst for blood and vengeance. The pain was just all too familiar. He collapsed to his knees while holding his hand. Once again Cazador could feel his mind being lost into the past. His sight blackened and there he was back on Earth with his nemesis in front of him.

He was still tied to that chair looking on towards his dead family members. His nemesis looked into his eyes and all Cazador could see was evil. The man's henchmen began to pour gasoline all through out the house while smiled on. That smug disgusting smile was something he couldn't forget. As the cronies set fire to the house. He finally gave his name before thrusting his blade through Cazador's heart, Damian Vega. He wanted him to remember it while he burned in hell. Damian drove the blade into Cazador's chest. He wanted him to bleed out slow from his heart while he burned alive. They left the house and Cazador to his fate.

Death wouldn't have him that day. Like Vulture, Damian had created his own monster in the form of Cazador. The fire around the house lit his soul ablaze with an inferno of vengeance and undying rage which thirsted for blood. With superhuman might, he ripped his bindings and broke apart the chair holding him. He crawled away from his own death reborn under the baptism of blood, fire, and anger. Cazador's mind returned to himself again. The pain Legion inflicted only managed to strengthen his resolve as a warrior. Once again he was reborn.

He brought himself back to his feet and looked towards his. Nothing, but an illusion. His HUD reassured him that he had taken no damage. Cazador looked directly into Legion's eyes. His senses were now back intact. It was something he hoped to avoid, but it looked like there would be no way around it. Cazador's only option was to save the child through death. The demon's grip on her was too powerful for a mortal like him to pull her away. If he didn't stop her then the rest of Isfaro would end up like Sector 12 eventually. Cazador had to make peace with the thought of having to kill her. Millions of lives were hanging in the balance.

In his mind he apologized, but he didn't know if he was directing it at Legion or his own child. As the last bit of a his doubt faded, the war between man and demon would begin. The fatherly voice that was looking for the little girl was now gone. A fearsome voice looking for battle addressed the demons that were speaking to him. Tony went back to sleep and Cazador sprung back to life.



"And I am The Angel of Vengeance"

Legion had made the first move. Now it was Cazador's turn to bring the fight. He would have to study his enemy carefully. It's telepathy could be very dangerous. He couldn't afford to let her mind games throw off his fighting skills. Somehow he would need to find a way around it. Cazador reached around his back and grabbed one of his grenades. Without looking, he set it to smoke bomb and threw it down. The smoke bomb began to quickly blanket the playground. All vision was blocked out. Cazador looked at his motion tracker while setting his vision to infrared get to get a fix on Legion.

Using his jetpack, he boosted himself backwards to get some distance while at the time pulling out his rifle. The mode was set to auto fire. Cazador opened fire immediately. Molten hot adamantium rounds began to rapidly shoot out. As he didn't have to worry about reloading, he never took his finger off the trigger. He continued pouring in shot after shot as he attempted to turn the demon into a puddle of juice. His attack wasn't through yet. While keeping his finger on the trigger, Cazador launched himself into the air, via his jetpack. He pulled another grenade out that was set to explosive mode and tossed it towards Legion. It was set explode on impact on the ground next to the monster.

The large blast blew apart, part of the playground and was producing too much heat for his infrared to get a good lock on Legion. He turned it off. The explosion had blown away most of the smoke while the rest began to fade out. Cazador landed back on the ground. He looked towards his motion tracker trying to see if he could get a lock on her.

"Come out! I know you're not finished from an attack like that! I Want My Money's Worth!!"

[Legion]

The human mind was such a fragile thing. A man's thoughts was all it took to bring him from happiness, to anger and alas to despair. The psyche like glass with just enough force pressed against it could cause to crack, and crack, and crack until it finally shattered and crumbled into a bunch of tiny little pieces. Leaving the man broken for all time. He didn't know it now but his bane was not the power of the girl that stood before him with a haunting gaze to last an eternity. It was the very thoughts that floated across the river that was his mind, never letting go. Acting as his strength, his weakness... and her weapon. The fire that burned down his home set him ablaze. This time the HUD would acknowledge the fire burning through his armor suit reaching to burn through flesh. Making all that armor, as great as it was, meaningless. Like the warrior who came before with all his strength and determination, he would see his own prized possession be turned against him in a matter of seconds with little more than the winkle of a nose on Legion's part. The chest wound made where Damian stabbed in his chest reopened and the blood came pouring out, memories becoming reality and forcing him to relive every moment, and every pain as the fire burned. And the demon child's voice spoke. Not to his ear or his mind but to his very soul. The essence that demanded relief in death. But now even if he died on this day there would be no relief. The visions would haunt him for an eternity as they did all those who came before. And to seal his fate once and for all prophecy was etched into his soul. Each word heard as damning as the last crucifying him on their truth as it was far too late for any on Genesis or existence to stop the herald of prophecy from bringing about the end to all things even if they succeeded in stopping her. The only question was; would Cazador live to see that end with his own two eyes?

“The gate is prepared. The evil that was once vanquished shall rise anew. Wrapped in the guise of man shall He walk amongst the innocent, and Terror shall consume they that dwell upon the Earth. The skies shall rain fire, and the seas will become as blood. The righteous shall fall before the wicked, and all of Creation shall tremble...”

“Before the burning standards of hell.”

[Cazador]

ooc: Bane... i see what you did there. lol

As the smoke began to clear, Cazador could feel an intense heat surrounding his flesh. The inside of his armor was becoming hot and the temperature continued to increase. The feeling was growing increasing familiar. The heat was just like when the house was a set ablaze. The burning sensation was fueling his rage. Something in heart demanded that he needed to fight harder. His spirit was willing and undying, but it was obvious that his flesh was weak. Not only was the temperature rising in his suit, but now it was beginning to catch fire. The suit acted accordingly to put out the flames inside. It was designed to survive harsh conditions.

Using the combination of his life support and hazard protection, the suit began to put the fire out. The hazard protection adjusted the suits temperature to a comfortable level while the life support began to drain the oxygen where the fires were burning to extinguish them while keeping just enough infront of his mouth to breathe. Steam and flames could be seen venting out from the suit as they stabilized him. Just when he thought the hazard was contained, another came. This time in his chest where Damian had stabbed him so many years ago. He could feel the scar breaking open and the blood began to rush out.

The gripping pain overtook his body. He clenched his fists and flexed his muscles. Once again he was on his knees. It took several moments before the suit shot medifoam into the open wound. He let out a large scream mixed with pain and anger. It stopped the bleeding. After taking several big breaths, Cazador gave a small smirk to himself. If his will was as strong as his mortal body then fight would of been over. He attempted to stand back on his feet. He would need to push his body to the limit if he hoped to stop the monster. He began to curse at himself.

"C'mon... C'mon You Son of Bitch! Get on your feet! You're not done yet! You'll never be done!"

He could remember the vow he made. His body and soul would be sacrificed so that no one would have to experience the pain he had felt through out his life. With that he was on his feet again ready to face off with Legion once again. As the smoke cleared, he looked through the fire and saw Legion unharmed. Her regeneration was going to be really bothersome. Cazador countered her speech with his own violent words.

"You don't get it Legion!

As he spoke, two adamantium blades shot out from the armor in his forearms.

"This isn't Hell!"

His jetpack began to charge up. It began to sound like a large turbine as the sound engulfed the damaged playground.

"It's an operating table!"

With all the force the jetpack could muster, it blasted Cazador off at supersonic speeds directly at Legion. The soundwave was deafening as it shattered many windows and rocked the ground under them. With his blades ready, he made one surgical slice after another as he began to cut her into multiple pieces as he passed by his enemy.

"And I'm the surgeon!"

He quickly shut off the jet pack and drove his blades into the ground to stop him from crashing into the building near by. His blades retracted back into his armor. He turned around to look at his blade work. He wondered if she could regenerate from an attack like that. He had done a good job so far at surviving her mind games, but at this rate the game could go on forever.

[Legion]

“Only your will can save you.” Those were the words that repeated in the demon child's mind as within her psyche she was pushed down by the legion of demons that controlled her body and dictated her actions. Cazador's will so far has proven strong enough to combat the fires of his own rage coming out to the surface to do him in. But how much longer could one's will hold before it shattered completely? That was what Legion was about to find out as once again Cazador went on the attack. The adamantium blades pierce her flesh, running through her neck as blood began to gush out. But when he came back to attack again it wouldn't be the three year old demon child that stood before him as an easy target. It was his seven year old brother with the same wound inflicted upon his body by Damian when he was forced to watch his family die.

“Save us!”

[Cazador]

So far the only thing Legion had been doing to Cazador was throw gasoline on the fire within in soul. Not since he killed Damian did he feel such fire going on inside his heart. His will was strong. It was what kept him going for so many years and what got him through many battles where he didn't think he was coming out. This battle was no different. Of course he had never faced off against the super natural forces of this world, but he was adapting quite well. As for the battle, Cazador needed to make sure he ended it quickly. So long as Legion's body remained, it could continue to regenerate, but what would happen if her body were gone?

There was only one thing in his arsenal powerful to denigrate almost anyone. His F.E.I.T.D.(F*** Everything In This Direction) missile. The collateral damage in the area would be huge, but using his thermal scanners, it appeared that most of the citizens used the battle with Legion to get just far enough away. Cazador would also be in damage distance, but was confident that his armor could withstand the blast at this range. Cazador readied the missile on his forearm and prepared to fire it. Deep down under the burning fires of his soul. There was a seed of regret.

He hated himself for being so weak as having to save the little girl inside of this beast through death. If he were stronger and had the power he knew he could of saved her from those demons. Although she could not see it from under his helmet, a small tear ran down his face for his failure. In his head he would apologize to the little girl. He hoped that if, even it was a small chance, she was in there, and she would hear it.

"This Is It Legion! See You In Hell!"



Before he could fire, something caught his eye. The beast finally poured water on his raging fire. His eyes widened and the missile that would of annihilated the ground under them returned to its small silo. There he was... his brother. His arms fell to his waist. He could barely utter one word to the boy he failed.

"Le.. Leon..."

His mind once again rushed back to that fateful day. He remembered it all, the shining katana that ran deep into his little brother's throat, the gallons of blood he had to of been coughing up, and his cries as they slowly faded into his death. Normally this gave him the fire to keep going, but with Leon right there infront of him, it wasn't working. Cazador's advantage was falling fast. If his will was destroyed then it would spell victory for the demons. His breathing began to increase in shock of what was infront of him

"Leon... I tried... I tried my hardest! God I did! I'm sorry hermano... I'm soo sorry. It's all my fault! I couldn't save you. I couldn't save Mama. I couldn't save Victoria. I couldn't even save my child! I was weak! Please! Please forgive me..."

His thoughts were now with his failures. The squad members he let die, the family he had lost, the friend he had made, and now the little girl inside this monster. It didn't matter how many people he saved. To him his failures would always outweigh his accomplishments. His fire was dying rapidly. The brave warrior now in tears fell to the ground. He removed his helmet and finally revealed his face to Legion. Cazador looked past the appearance of the boy and looked in the heart of the little girl that was there.

"Child... I'm sorry. I wanted so badly to save you."

[Legion]

As quickly as the fire was ignited it had been extinguished by the revelation of the lives lost before his eyes. Whether he rightfully shared the blame or not, he felt the guilt all the same and was incapable of forgiving himself. In a single instance the great warrior that survived war after war and continued to endure was brought down to his hands and knees with tears falling from his eyes down his cheeks. Reduced to that of a child begging forgiveness. The feeling soon manifested and Cazador would see himself as nothing more than an injured child on the floor with Legion standing over him.

A hushed silence hung in the air as the two simply exchanged gazes with one another. Caz noticing that the dark demonic eyes that haunted the minds of all who stood on the receiving end of it was slowly starting to fade. In their place were eyes that befitted a child Legion's age. Eyes of innocence that many older than her would envy. An innocence that only a child could ever wield and innocence so easily lost from age. Seeing them for the first time it only made the reality that she was a monster that much more tragic and while peace remained for now. The feeling that the monster would return in full force to devour what was left of his mind never left him.

What caught him off guard further was when the child extended her hand out towards him for him to grab. Uncertainly was the natural reaction anyone would have in his place. But her eyes told the story. No darkness, no intense and horrifying glare. All that remained...

Was a smile.

[Cazador]

The fire was repelled back finally. His warrior spirit was broken and in its place was a small 7 year old child who was the victim to a war he had no control over. He was nothing, but a forgotten casualty that people could care less about. He was small, his pants and shirt were filled with holes, his shoes were barely holding together, and his body was covered in dirt and gun powder from all the fighting. Underneath the warrior was a child crying out for all the fighting to stop. He felt like he was in total blackness, looking for anyone that could help him and then he saw her hand. With the warrior Cazador now in hibernation, Tony once again came out.

He looked at her hand as she extended it out. For the first time since he saw her, Tony finally saw a glimpse of the child underneath everything that possessed her. For the first time in a long time he got to see something he thought he'd never see again. The look of innocence. He had to wonder. Is this the look his own child would of given him. Even if it was only for a few moments, it brought him a sense of happiness to finally see it. Through this child, he was able to see what he could of had in another lifetime.

Tony extended his hand out to her. He smiled at her. The father in him began to return. He wished this moment of peace could last forever. Fighting was all he knew, but he finally felt a sense of peace over him. He looked into the little child's eyes. That was what he wanted to see. The look of child and not the monster that consumed her.

"There... right there... my child would of had the same look... peaceful..."

[Legion]

The sight to behold would have struck as odd to any bystander who happened across it. An armored man who's helmet was now off reaching out to accept the hand of a three-year-old girl at the center of conflict with fire burning all around them. Especially if they managed to catch the vicious battle that was taking place just a couple of seconds earlier. Bystander opinion wouldn't matter to them however. Because once Cazador accepted her hand a white light blinded both their visions, the area around them dissolving and nothing but a white background remained as children laughter could be heard. Cazador playing with the brother that was robbed from them as Legion watched from afar.

For the first time in his life was absolute bliss. No sound of gunfire, now cries of a mother's scream. No war to speak of. Just a couple of children laughing and playing with each other as they should be. It was the childhood that neither one of them ever had. Naturally Caz wanted to share in this experience. If there was one person in this life who had it worse than he, it would be Legion. She watched as the boy Tony came over to her and took her by the hand as he tried to lead her back to his brother so they could all play...

She didn't budge from her spot. Feet practically rooted into the ground as Caz failed to understand why she wouldn't come. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but she couldn't. No matter how badly she wanted to join them she just couldn't. It wasn't meant to be. Now it was Legion's turn for a tear to run down her cheek as the white light dimmed and reality slowly started to come back as Cazador found himself and the surrounding swingset blown through the air as Legion vanished from sight.

[Cazador]

Cazador was surrounded in warm light. Not only did he find a moment of peace, but he realized that deep inside Legion there was light. He was right about her. In large fiery lakes of her soul there was a small piece of beauty completely untouched from the darkness that threatened to consume it. It was a true tragedy that such a light that could brighten a world was covered up. Cazador was probably one of the first to be treated to seeing this light. To a man who was also consumed by a darkness, this was the best gift he could receive. There in the light with his brother, himself, and Legion's true inner soul, he found happiness.

It was almost like being in a dream. There was just one thing wrong. She wasn't joining in with him. He pulled on her arm to come and join him, but she wouldn't budge. He couldn't understand why. He wanted for her to join him in his moment of solace. Then something caught his eye. He could see a tear running down her face. Suddenly he stopped pulling on her arm to come and join him and then it donned on him. She couldn't. The darkness with in her kept her from joining Cazador. By the time he realized it, the world was gone. Legion, the warm white void, the swing set, and his brother were gone. Reality had returned.

Cazador was returned to the burning the burning playground, but Legion was gone. He looked back and forth trying to find her. He was like a father desperately trying to find his daughter. Now more than ever he needed to save her. There was good in her. He had seen it for himself. The memory was imprinted into his head. It was something he could never forget. He called out for her again hoping she would hear him.

"Don't go! I can help you! You don't have to suffer alone in the darkness anymore!"

[Legion]

He cried out. Panic consumed him as he searched the area for any signs of the demon child. But she was nowhere to be found. Suddenly a thick, impenetrable darkness clouded the area around Cazador. Not even the flames were enough to cast light through them as it moved. As if with the aim to devour him. The darkness was back and in full force as the sound of VTOLs and armored vehicles could be heard fast approaching. Vulture had finally made their move to pursue the child. Caz could hear the sound of Vulture troops marching across the darkness, somehow managing to find their way through it as he himself couldn't see anything. That soon changed when a spark of light lit up in front of his vision and he could make out a figure moving towards him.

It was Legion. But as soon as he could make her out sounds of bombs dropping from the sky followed by bullets could be heard all around them as the Crimson Vulture made it known they were going to kill her and end the light inside for good.