At the end of destiny and destruction the earth crumbles beneath the feet of several individuals. Flowers wilt in the presence of a negative influence of a demonic aura, the sky fades to gray and lightning dashes across the sky like a careless, rushed line drawn across a dark canvas. The sky itself is burdened with stars, you can clearly see the constellations, galaxies, and planets aligned as if spectators watching the chaos unfold. A strong wind whips the cape of one of the individuals, she, for it is certain the sex is female, is shrouded in darkness. A peak of her hair, the only color in her dark attire, flutters from underneath her cape. She cries heavily after gasping when the younger individual, male, steps forward.

"Who are you really, Dame Douleur?" He questions, harsh, sharp, and severe. His voice is riddled with the darkness of his being.

Her voice trembles as she tries to catch her breath, heaving and sobbing. Her heart beats rapidly inside her thin chest when she peers from behind her black gloved fingers seeing her young counterpart, the one who spoke. He is also dressed in black, but this is the custom of his kin. A firm hand is placed on his shoulder and squeezes it. The owner of that hand narrows his blood red eyes, analyzing her. His mouth opens to speak, his voice though evocative in nature, echoes with fierce demanding.

"The general has asked you a question, Dame Douleur, I suggest you answer him."

Her overall frame was racked with tremors like she was experiencing a personal earth quake though the ground stood still perfectly. The other forms around her were simply staring at the hooded woman, coldly wanting to murder the miss. She had been a thorn in their garden ever since she stepped upon the earth, a force to be reckoned with, a barrier to stop them from what they did best. She lived to protect what they desired most and for that she should die but they had to wait for their leader first, wait for his call. Their leader, the young one with blue-black hair and two piercing, soul blue eyes, stepped forward and boomed out his commands.

"I asked you politely once, I won't ask again. This time, answer me. Either way you are getting destroyed post haste, but come, I'm a civilized being. After all, I am of English noble birth, so this is the last time I use such kind words with you before I let the leash go of my dogs and they consume your soul. Now with some haste, might I have the pleasure of knowing whom I will call my checkmate upon?"

Her hands grasped the hood of the black robe she wore around herself, a smile of sadness upon her pale face. Her hood went down but her head was positioned so she was looking at the broken ground, watching a purple snake slither across her black boots all caked with the blood of the ones she had slain. She couldn't even remember how it started but she looked up anyways, eyes like the Niagara Falls.

The young one, in his late teens it seemed, narrowed his eyes, tilted his head and smiled wickedly. His partner, grew hungry with lust for the soul of the woman in front of him. Her soul was tainted with sadness, such pure unholy anger, and a disastrous tale of something she lost and could never have. Her innocence was gone and in its place vengeance, pity, disgust, hatred. Almost akin to his partner's soul. But the soul was familiar too.

"So, you've shown your face but failed to tell me your name. I'm afraid that simply won't do. Oh well then, I will call my first order now and seize the Queen for a checkmate."

"Chess…" She said weakly, "I was never good at such a game. I will tell you my name since you cannot recognize me."

"Very well, I'll let you speak. Being what I am does not mean I cannot act the gentleman. In any case it's always ladies first, so speak now before I silence you later."

"My name is…"

Now the board had changed, the power had shifted, the pieces fell, the king had been pawned. This news created a transformation in the game, a twist as such could destroy things. The young blunette's eyes popped open, his cocky facade faded, all confidence he had melted into shock with the sounding of the name of the other. His shuddering voice, shaken with surprise, replied, terrified,

"No…it can't be…"