NEW YEAR AND AN APOCALYPSE

Satan finally came, as ordered by Lucifer,

"What's this? Another pitiful game?"

"Watch it, you'd enjoy it if you take a look closer,

Satan narrowed his eyes and was much but happy watching their petrified state,

"Now I feel quite bad for being late..."

Satan sat down beside his half,

As Lucifer smiled, ecstastic he came back,

The demons cheered as Azazel shouted,

The first unlucky name picked, among all the hundreds.

"Isabelle...Yvett," Azazel spoke with delight,

Hearing her name Isabelle cried in fright,

What should dare happen to her?

They'd definitely murder her!

She was quickly swooped by Alecto,

While she closed her eyes...such a start of her inferno.

Ken and the others saw the scene,

Felt scared for her, just so what could have been?

Stacy yelled at her, while Mar simply prayed,

"Oh, please dear God...I hope she could be saved."

Walls suddenly were built around her, as she waited for her enemy to come on after,

The great Azazel flew about, watching her cower,

Such a great lovely sight, to see her already suffer.

"Xyrus...Bernard," Azazel finally said,

When she looked at him, she felt a sadness in her chest,

Xyrus was a child, small and crying,

How could Isabelle do this, if such a foe she'd be off fighting?

"My eyes, my other set of wings, how is this for a treat?" Lucifer asked as Satan tweet,

"The test of morals, such a wonderful test,

Now I'm excited to know the rest,"

Satan reverted his long hair to short,

Ashened and gray, it caught the eyes of most,

His red eyes watched as Isabelle lost all hope,

How could she kill the child? Who knows nothing but mope?

Knives and daggers were placed in the center,

As Robert wondered of what was going after,

In love with Isabelle he wished to find her,

But with the wall and demons around,

He knew his wish won't ever be allowed.

When the demons murmured, suggesting what would happen,

Robert's face paled, as he stood there frozen,

He knew deep inside, Isabelle was very kind,

As a nurse and a friend, there's selfishness to her is bind.

Robert called for help but no one was willing,

As the walls became translucent, so they'd all see the killing,

The man felt his knees weakened as he saw Isabelle crying,

While holding a knife, and telling the boy to do the same thing.

Ken closed his eyes shut, not wanting to see,

Such a horrifying sight, that would happen to be,

He've seen monsters tear off people but not as haunting-

As two innocent lives, forced by nature to do the killing.

Isabelle thought for a moment, surely the choice was hers,

But seeing the child, her heart felt like going to burst,

He didn't even picked a weapon, just cried on one corner,

Truly the scenario...was something so somber.

She began thinking, of what better choice to make,

If her own dear life, is the one that's at stake,

The child was so young, could barely even stand,

Should she kill the little boy? Does he even understand?

Different scenarious played in her head,

What if she did die, but won't he end up dead?

When another foe would kill him,

As the demons were the one at scheme?

Should she give him the luxury of dying quickly,

Without further pain, than in the hands of other cold-blooded enemy?

Or should she think of the bright side, that good things would come eventually?

That when she dies, the young boy would truly be free?

The knife in her hands shook violently,

As tears in her eyes streamed continously,

Mar yelled at her to make her choice,

Although half of her knew, she won't hear her voice.

Isabelle prayed, prayed so hard that he'd be saved,

As he was still young, so full of innocence,

How hard of a choice, she's going to make,

Looking at the crowd, seeking to see Robert,

She forced a smile, although it truly hurts.

She looked at the child, knife in her hands,

The crowd gone wild, to kill him, is their demand,

But before she do anything, she simply told the child,

"Get a knife, hold it then straightly stand."

The kid followed but his eyes were on the ground,

How pitiful he was, what whimpers he made as sound,

And at last before she could strike him, conscience flooder her chest,

No way she could kill him, it isn't his time yet to rest.

She gave up, and lowered her knife,

As the child whimpered more and held the weapon so tight,

Isabelle told him, to bury it in her heart,

But the kid didn't do it, and simply gave her a warm hug,

As he cried and cried, till his eyes became sog,

Isabelle comforted him until her hands simply moved on its own,

Straight to the boy's head, penetrating the bone.

Lucifer looked at Satan, now with a cheerful grin,

"You did that, didn't you? What a controversial scene,"

"I, Lord of the Lies would do so as I please,

Simply look at the crowd, they enjoyed it at least,"

Lucifer's gaze went back at the dome,

Where Isabelle was left unmoving, her sanity disappearing like foam,

She screamed as she saw, the head split on her arms,

The blood trickled on her face, so disgustingly warm...