| *The Final Warrior closed his eyes, thinking for a moment, that, to him, lasted a lifetime.*
Final Warrior: An army, you wished? A single, gigantic entity composed of a multitude of individuals, each one with a different life, destiny, path? No, they are too valuable to waste...
Igor: What?
Final Warrior: And besides, they are too... naive. No, I have something much better. It was to be my... ace in the hole. No, I shall call upon that which I was destined to command in the war against Apocalypse. Sinchildren come to me... Death watches, the Sinner walks. The Demonchild and Angelkin will call theirs.
*A single voice responded, although it sounded closer to a chorus of a million beings.*
You have called us, and we shall answer. Death sees the Sinner move. The Demonchild and Angelkin have waken long before.
*A shadow of a smile flickered across the Final Warrior's face.*
Final Warrior: My brothers were always faster than me in mustering armies...
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |