"Under the moon and stars I swear this. There will be Death. Death of weakness. Abomination of Fear for all peoples. Suffering will be exspunged and hearts freed. And there will be a 'Will' that will shatter the ages that Corruption and Hatred has taken from us. And in place of the stained glass, the sun will rise and the world will stand still as a warm gentle breeze says 'suffer no more'".

-Zorcaeza of the Blue Flame-


Then why brother did this ever have to happen? Why were we the ones chosen to be monsters when all we ever wanted was to help the world? Why was all the hatred you spoke of cast upon us while our 'Will' was slowing broken? Broken beneath the very people we swore to protect. But beyond all this...still never change brother. For we indeed are monsters...but even as monsters...we're still the heroes these people need.

-Backlash-


Tears filling the once hateful gazes
Heroes stand once more
Burning emotions
White hot intensity
The embers of life and love aflame once again
Two fists meet
Are they hazy friends or clearly foes?