It was quiet, there was a heavy feeling in the air as soft footsteps crunched against cold hard gravel.

And as three figures traversed silently under the shine of the dark, moonlight night, the silence broke with simple and quiet question.

"Are you sure you want to be here David?" asked one of the figures, who was looking around with an air of discomfort and sadness as they surveyed their surroundings "Th-there are better ways to go about this you know...? Perhaps we could do this in the morning?"

The soft question, tinged with the sadness and defeated acceptance goes ignored as one of the other figures, David, silently strides forward, ahead of the other figures.

"Just let him do this Mashu," came the mutter from the last figure, looking at David's back with a look of understanding, beckoning the female figure, Mashu, to stride forward with him as they followed David "This hurts, but this will be good for him, it will give him something to fight for. Besides, he won't go through this alone right? Will be right here to help him every step of the way!"

"..." the first figure, Mashu stays silent for a brief and tense moment, eyes closed as if deep in thought before letting out a sigh and nodding in acceptance, "Yes, of course, Senpai...but-"

"We're here."

Whatever Mashu was going to say was cut short as the three figures reached their destination,

And they fell to complete silence once more.

For standing before them was a place of great Tragedy, where bigotry, unjust pride and senseless hate cost the lives of 1.1 Million people.

Where monsters trampled upon the innocent, stripped them of humanity and sent them to their death.

Where evil thrived before being toppled, yet still standing as a testament to all it's hate and death.

The Nazi Concentration camp,

Auschwitz.

Standing in front of it's black iron gate, David glared harshly, fists clenched to the sides and anguish clear upon his face.

He strides forward and, with a trembling hand, reaches for one of the bars of the iron gate, head bowed and lips spilling forth with prayer after prayer.

Once he was finished, he lifts his head up and glares at the gate once more, this time his eyes trained on the sign the hung right above it.

"Arbeit macht frei." David muttered with disgust, "Fools, My Lord forgive me, but I hope they are damned in Hell where they deserve."

And with one deep breath and one last prayer, he crouches and leaps into the air with superhuman strength, landing gracefully past the iron gate and into the camp itself.

And so, David, son of Jesse and Third king of Israel entered Auschwitz,

ready to face a demon.