They fall in twos.
Synchronised pairs of descending death. Crimson and winged creatures, brothers and sisters each.
One pair for every insignificant soul on this planet. Liars, cheaters, schemers, killers: all afforded the same choice.
They fall and then you decide. They'll trick you, manipulate you, twist your feeble minds into choosing them. The decision will be hard, but it will be yours.
And that's why you'll fall.
When you chose, only one can stand. One creature will devour the other, and then you if it remains hungry.
They're always hungry.
They fall in twos. Then you fall in droves.
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