Sun blotted blind on a dystopian dead sea. Marching evil to a tragic Paradise and fatal feast. Treacherous seed tearing in blood calling for omen as the sky distorted in faces. Sea turned dry, earth formed screaming mountains and the horror started. Hungry demons above sleepy raw hill getting closer and closer. To the great nocturnal festival.

Hosts arrived, rises from the land of dead faces, nude and proud, spreading her wings, the Divine angle. The dreadful entity. Followed by a laughing man dripped out of Edvard Munch’s red sky. A booing golem came next and then a figure of absolute nobility.

Four hellish nightmare waiting for their fifth bliss, celebrating savagery on honorable sacrifice, the band of hawk.

In this confusing dementia a man screams rejection when others have surrendered in thought.

“Enough ‘a your stupid crap” he said. Defending his friend, the chosen one from faith’s demands. Defiling against countless demons as the feast of flesh began. Despair crawling near the shattered hope. Fights and lost, massacre, corpses spreaded across the land. One by one every friend the man ever dear, turned to food. Yet the man still struggles. Refuses everything with shear strength and fearless aggression. To save his friend.

But the friend have chosen his dream over every grace he ever had. Refuses his friends, treated as tools.

The hand of God swallowed the friend in a transformation to the Angeli Advent.

Corpses being tared and joyed, loves are eaten. Feast of beasts, graveyard of loss. The man was strangled, surrounding creatures of mystics. He has witnessed death, still witnessing the last. The last but most important, his love. He tried to break free, as the new born arrived. The nocturnal animal. A pitch black nymphotic hawk-man. New on power, eager to celebrate. Celebrating with his love, defiling in front of him. “Love, hatred, pain, pleasure, life, death, all are there” as the angle described. “This is to be human, this is to be evil”.

The man breaks free, losing an arm, yet not enough to reach her. He witnessed death, despair, lost, helplessness and gave up. Fainted in defeat.

When he woke up, he finds himself and the girl being saved. Only the girl, he loved has gone in madness. He ran away to refuse it all, refuse his life and pains for eternity. All his friends’ faces flashed before him along with the one. The centre of all his hatred and revenge he only left with. Revenge against a power of eternal and absolute.

The man marches towards that dark endless unknown abyss. Just a man name Guts. And the story he carries is Berserk

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