A Feast in our Memories [Closed]

Ravus looked around, his body almost shaking with the rage he felt, but his eyes could not catch a glimpse of the enemy, the flowers having turned to ash, everything around him burning, just like his home behind him. Ravus hissed, his sword still strong in his grip.
“You have tricked everyone! You are the culprit of all evil in this world!”

However, the enemy did not show up again, Ravus turning around to see his home once again in flames. The sight alone was enough for his features to turn softer, though they were now laced with sadness and deep pain.

“All I did.. was to protect my home.. and the people I love.”, he would say, slipping to his knees as he watched helplessly how his home burned to the ground.
“I wanted to change fate. I wanted her to have a life.. Why... did I fail..?”

The scenario again changed, now taking from of the main city of Niflheim, his body still in the same position on the ground as before, the blade in his hand now the sword of the father, the sword he had stolen from King Regis.
“Noctis. I was blind. I didn’t see the truth, until the end came for me.”

“Yes, that is true.”, a sinister voice would answer, Ravus twitching as his head moved up, eyes wide in surprise. Where had that voice come from?
“You are a failure. You couldn’t protect your sister.. and your home. You couldn’t even protect yourself.”

“What..? Who is there?!”

Ravus tried to get up, only to crumble back own with his arm feeling off. Looking at where is magitec-arm should be, he would find.. nothing. It was on the ground all of the sudden. All colour faded from his face at the sight. H..he needed the arm! He should die the second it’s connection is no longer on his body.

Fear was strong on his body.. or maybe it was a mix of emotions. Hate, Anger, Sadness, Hurt. As the blood of the Oracle, he has failed every task that had been giving to him by the blessing of this blood. Protecting his mother.. his sister... his home... himself. What was the point?

Ravus however felt something starting to return to him though as he remembered his hardship. He had never given up. He had thought till the end. Could he give up all his hope now? Wouldn’t that mean all his afford really was for nothing if he just let go? He shook his head, moving his hand from his face.

“Nay....”

The Darkness around him seemed to stop, almost irritated.
“What?”

“Nay...! I won’t give up. Never.”

Slowly, he would get up to his feet, grabbing his mutated arm, holding it with a tight grip.
“I will not give up. You hear me?”

“But.. it’s pointless. You won’t achieve anything!”

“How can I know.. if I don’t try? Who are you to tell me what I am and what I can’t do?!”

The Darkness moved back, hissing in irritation, gathering and forming something.
“I am Ravus nox Fleuret.. And I won’t stop fighting until I have redeemed myself!”

The darkness took shape, suddenly forming into a creature that almost looked like a Unicorn, the pattern on it’s body dark and sinister, the horn resembling a lightning bolt. It neighed, seeming furious about the situation.

Ravus blinked in confusion, but got up completely, grabbing the sword of the scourge.
“You.. You are the creature that wants to get in my way? I don’t care what form you take... I will destroy you for trying to manipulate me!”

Ravus hated to be in this form, but it seemed like he actually had control of what he was doing, so this creature would soon feel his rage with full power.