Zero And Below

Her Evil Is Sacred

Sweet Evil Sun

Hope Shatters

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Crown of Torture

U R Industrial 2025

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Mohnschwert Ordinatoren (Entspannwellen Warpaufstellung, Fächer)

This was mastered/mixed already in about 3-4 hours. I made the melodies easily. I plan on adding more later.

------ (LORE:)

"ARE YOU READY?!" Annabelle shouted in her distortional voice... Seems Annabelle wasn't taking things too light this time. Jasper Duskfiel stood before her speakers. What he didn't know was that Annabelle is a queen of darkness, and the empress of sound design.

"And what have we here?" Jasper eyed her solemnly, his eyes creepily haunting her soul. She bit her tongue, "I see... Vague are we? Here to slay me?" Annabelle positioned the lights to Jasper. "WE HAVE A GOD SLAYER HERE, FOLKS! BOO HIM!" Everyone began spitting near Jasper's feet. Jasper smiled wide... His eyes folding before the mantle of reality. It seems Jasper doesn't take too lightly to ridicule. He's had too much of it from his mother.

"FINE, be that way!" Jasper closed his eyes, and within seconds... As Annabelle looked away, he easily disappeared. Annabelle distorted the realitarian plane. "Hiding in sheer power, who is this man?" Annabelle felt immense fear. Jasper appeared behind her, Annabelle realizing this, it was too late, all she could do was pray and hope. Jasper withdrew his hand from his pockets, and before light could reach him, he had already knocked Annabelle seventeen feet forwards with a singular weak punch. She toppled like a car crash victim, falling to the floor nearly unconscious.

"Be aware... Annabelle. No person, no man... Is safe from God's wrath. And with it..." Before Jasper could muster another word, he held his face, screaming uncontrollably, he warred mentally out of nowhere. "A-AAAGH!"

Annabelle got up, brushing off the dust, she shook off the pain. "You really want to beat someone equal to you...?" Jasper began falling to the floor... Whatever it was that toyed with Jasper's mind, wasn't the work of Annabelle.

"Very well... Cry like a bitch." She walked up to him, pulling out her fabled machete. The crowds had already nearly evacuated, but in the midst was Aniyah, mortified. "Y-You..."

Jasper, with a snap, all of reality bent before his fingertips. The mantle broke the boundaries of Annabelle's distortion. He controlled all things, in a solemn drunken pain, he agonizingly destroyed Edwill's hard-earned arena built for Annabelle, but not beyond repair.

"Y-YOU FUCKING BEAST!" Annabelle screeched, fearing her life. She saw the raw, limitless power of Duskfiel... Jasper stood up after warring with his inner turmoil. He looked carniverous at Annabelle, she ran for life. Aniyah swooped down and stood before Jasper, equipping her full armor. "I don't want to do this, but I assume I must." Jasper began panting, he didn't want to fight his soon-to-be wife. "G-GO! A-ANIYAH YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"

Aniyah held her stance, strong. "Not even in the face of hell itself will I turn from my God." Her hand drew forward, and with a singular blunt hit, knocked Jasper behind and through the wall, breaking his pride and reducing the strange force's control over him.

"Shall we continue?" Aniyah, in this state, was crying, tears seething from her face. "And... A-Annabelle... I forgive you." Aniyah stated this as she sobbed... The fight was over... Jasper was unconscious. No man would ever hurt him, nor any woman. But if it were one person, he would allow Aniyah. The only person who disciplined the Mighty Duskfiel was his bride.

------ (Additional Info:)

Inspired by Mick Gordon. When Annabelle is in her shows, she is ruthless, brutal, and hateful. Jasper knows this, which means he doesn't take the dishonesty too well.

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