The moon hung high in the velvety expanse of the night sky, a pale orb casting an ethereal glow over the peaceful village, near Florence in Italy, its light diffusing through the wisps of languid mist that clung to the cobblestoned streets. Once bustling with the laughter of children, the chatter of neighbors, and the melodies of life, the village now lay shrouded in oppressive darkness. The stillness, a harbinger of impending doom, was gruesomely interrupted by the faint foreboding crackling of flames, quietly at first, but growing with a sinister intensity with each passing moment.
Within the heart of the village, the tranquil air suddenly became thick with an unsettling mixture of panic and despair, suffocating the very essence of hope. The villagers ripped from the realm of blissful slumber, were jolted into a hellscape of nightmares by the presence of an encroaching inferno. They stumbled out of their once-soothing abodes, their faces etched with a terror so profound it seemed to carve into their very souls. The flames, voracious and merciless, devoured everything in their path with insatiable hunger, leaving behind trails of charred destruction and a putrid shroud of smoke that engulfed the senses.
The once charming houses, pillars of comfort and security, now stood as haunting spectacles, their walls crumbling under the merciless onslaught of the relentless blaze. The roofs, once a shield against the fury of the elements, were now mere fodder for the insidious dance of flames that flickered with a perverse delight. Shadowy tendrils writhed and twisted along the skeletal remnants of walls, mocking the fragility of existence with their grotesque contortions. The very air seemed to tremble under the weight of an unseen malevolence, tangible fear resonating through every whispered crackle and scorching ember.
From the deepest recesses of the village, a cacophony of desperate cries pierced the night. Families huddled together, their trembling forms entwined in a futile attempt to stave off the encroaching terror. Panic surged through veins once filled with the rhythm of life, setting hearts ablaze with an inferno of trepidation. The menacing crackling and roaring of the flames echoed like an unholy symphony, reverberating through the souls of all who bore witness. Each flicker, each flare, seethed with primal malice as if the very essence of fear had taken form within the consuming fire.
Within the heart of this chaos, a single question lingered, a haunting inquiry seeking to pierce the suffocating veil of fear: what monstrous force unleashed this wrathful conflagration upon the once pristine village?
Little did the villagers know that the flames, voracious and insatiable, were not mere products of natural devastation. No, these infernal tendrils were the sinister creation of the descendants of a legendary serpent spoken of only in hushed whispers and forgotten tales, born from the dark realms of Dante's Inferno itself.
Spawned from the very depths of hell, these abominable beings were known as the Inferno Serpents, cursed creatures that inherited the malevolence and power of their infamous ancestor. With scales that glinted like obsidian under the moon's baleful gaze, their serpentine bodies twisted and writhed with an unholy vitality, each movement exuding an aura of otherworldly dread.
These descendants of the serpentine deity reveled in chaos and destruction, their existence bound to the perpetuation of infernal flames. The fire that engulfed the village was their wicked orchestration, a malicious symphony conducted by the slithering horrors that prowled through the heart of the conflagration.
With eyes burning like molten gold, the Inferno Serpents darted through the engulfed streets, their fiery breath igniting everything in their path. Their scaly hides seemed charged with an infernal energy, pulsating with demonic power. As they unleashed their malevolent fury, the villagers caught fleeting glimpses of their menacing forms, reflections of torment and despair.
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Fate/Counter Order
FantasyA human reborn in the fire of corruption, grew with a body of steel, and be the fated Hero of Justice he was meant to be. Yet, he became the Counter Guardian as he was not meant to be. In the end times, the World did not survive an eldritch onslaugh...
