Post by Shen Long on May 19, 2008 15:15:32 GMT -5
(( WARNING: The following contains imagery and language that may be offensive. ))
‘Ashes to ashes, and Dust to dust…With a flick of the wrist, A spark of flame…Waves of desolation can take the land in a single moment, No?’ The Beast said.
Gnawed skeletal fingers twirling about the inklings of shadow, drawn along olden stone and gnarled bark. A wave of darkness followed him, hung on him like a wet blanket, as if it were a cloak against even the smallest touches of light.
A beast of smoke and shadow, a Giant, a Demon? People from a crossed the ages have been known to call The Beast many things. But -he who has no name-, bares no titles. The people of the yellow skin called him ‘Shen long,’ And yet he was no deity, well not the kind you’d suspect. The red skinned people of the land called him, ‘Wendigo,’ those of the brown skin tribes called him, ‘Savior.’ And finally, the pale skins called him many names, many things, but they are always quick to judge rather than stop and learn. ‘Monster, Beast, Demon, Animal.’ Just some of the names he could think of. Those of the pale skin, how funny they were, belittled everything and yet wanted everything. Most, yet some excluded, knew nothing of freedom, life, or even the spirits. How funny, and yet however revolting..
The Beast let out a thunderous cough, bellowing ash, and roaring flames followed from his throat. Hoarse voice rippling from the cloaked darkness in which shrouded his face and marred features. ‘Ashes to ashes, and Dust to dust…So much death…How many souls to take? Many! Yes…But what rite do I have to take them? -Each and Every Rite-! Yes… Every rite, Like lambs to the slaughter…No? Yes.. That same old song…She sings it within…Yes… No…yes, yes! She sings her song like the dove sings on a misty morning sunrise. She sings to me like the crow sings over the battlefield, she sings to me… and Only me..’ The Beast had spoken to himself directly for several years now, the howling darkness and the abyss of loneness did nothing but isolate his already fragmented mind.
Haunting laughter escaped him then, flames caressing the flesh of his marred lips and animalistic canines. Ebony flesh bathed in blood, touches of ash clumping up like saw dust in oil on his opposing muscular frame. Touches of moonlight slipping and cracked through the just parting clouds, silver streaks illuminating the area around him. Casting shadows and silhouettes of gnarled hands, and broken headstones. Even he didn’t know where he was, just began to walk one day, and continued to walk, just knew the scent of death was close, how right he was.
The moon lay hanging like a lantern over that ash covered wasteland, gnarled oak trees lay long dead from the lack of water and sunlight. Gray headstones broken and dead in the once fertile soil, much like the land under Lunar Eternal, his domain sang a somber tone. Ever waking shrills of the long past dead, eerie cracks of the dead and dying trees, humid wind snapping, dancing, and howling with the ashes of old.
The Beast, without realizing, had turned his once beloved home into a post-apocalyptic wasteland. A world parallel to -Ours-, the exact same shape, size and color, everything, Or at least it was once. A place where the dead go when they can no longer walk among mortal men, a place demons go to be afraid, a place where -He who bares no name- rules. Bodies littering the ground, a war zone of demons, faeries and angels. Even the Gods themselves feared this place, for it was no world easily accessed by man, or demons. Oh no, You had to be sent, Banished or…taken there, to that Hell among Hells.
A black pool of blood and water, sat amongst the ashes of chaos, idle as time itself, it was thick as tar, and smelt of oil. Thick clumps of ash and gnarled branches hung in the pools once placid surface. The dull sound of metal clanking and grinding was heard as the Beast knelt at the pool side. Long ebon talons touching the black ink, as he did, branches, clumps of ash, and blood began to swirl at its center. The pool gave out a gurgling burp, bubbles of the thick liquid coming to the surface, popping, spreading more gunk and slime out and away from the center. It was becoming clearer now, a clear pocket of spring water whirling at the center, untouched and crisp like pure virgin innocence. Swirling images, and muffled voices began to emanate from the water, colors, and soft whispers as if being spoken in hushed tones on the other side of a mirror.
A black forest, calm and serine, the thundering sound of horses and their riders broke that silence. Three men on horse back, barreling down a moonlit, dust covered trail, they were giving off a terrible scent, the scent of death, decay and murder, it could be smelt from here, they were chasing someone. The image swirled, clouding, then becoming clear once again. A young girl, no older than eight or nine running bare foot down that winding trail, the riders hard on her tail. They planned to kill her…and more, he could feel their evil, seething from their flesh, and bones. An innocent, an untouched virgin, unmarked by the world around her, something had to be done…he could not let her fall from the graces of the One God so early. She had a touch of destiny, and those touched by the Gods had the rite of passage, the rite to life.
They were barreling down the trail, bearing down on her hard. The Beast felt a tinge of regret gnaw at his gray heart as he watched the scene. A small frown came to his marred and broken lips then. Something black and twisted escaped one of the rider’s hand as they bore down on top of her. It was a bolas, snaking out, they caught the little girl by surprise, bringing her down in an instant, she fell into a watery pool at the end of the trail, she disappeared below it’s murky surface, a watery grave at best. This was it, the moment to strike, the beast eased himself down from his perched position, onto all fours. Pressing his lion-like features against the black muck, the unbridled pool began to swirl, lashing outward with tentacles of eerie black muck and shadow, swallowing the smoking beast of darkness whole.
‘Alright Lads, Do what you will with the -little whore queen- and then you make sure you bring the corpse back to town. I want her put on display for the rest of the swine see what happens when you fuck with the Riders of the Black.’ The Lead rider had said. He was a heavy set man with deep set eyes, balding at the top of his brow, had a thick bushy beard peppered with gray. The other two riders had already dismounted, having tethered their steeds to the nearby trees and seemed to be preparing to ‘enjoy’ the spoils of their capture when the earth cried out in defiance. The earth ripped opened beneath their feet, spilling steam and molten rock into the air. Clouds parting as a thunderous crack snapped a crossed the night sky. Rain, and sleet began to pour down from the heavens above. Violent winds roaring over the forest floor, the tree themselves shaking and quivering in the sheer terror of it all.
‘It’s a sign, The Gods themselves are against us, they favor the girl! What have we done, Their going to kill us! Their going to kill us!’ One of the riders had said, with a whimpering tone, he broke down, falling to his knees in freight. Rocking back in forth in a puddle of water, sobbing.
An iron coated gauntlet connected to the whimpering man’s cheek from the second rider, a man furious with the mongrel dog he called -brother at arms-. Steely fingers wrapped about the collar of the sobbing man. ‘Hocus pocus, you fool, Non-sense I say! If they wanted to kill us, they would have done so by now, Gods my ass, those whore-sons never do anything for anyone, why should they interfere now?!’ Said the furious man, with a vicious sneer. Lifting a leather clad fist, he brought it down into the sobbing man’s face, features of his face contorting with the strike. The bridge, and cartilage of the nose broken in that that same instant.
‘You don’t know what your doing, Brother, We have to stop now. They’ve sent the pale rider, he comes for us, DEATH COMES FOR US!’ The weeping man said as he began urinate on himself. The second rider finally let him go, there after. ‘Horse piss I say, I’ll show you, I’ll show all of you!’ The second rider said as he eased a rather large, oak handled, spiked club from his belt. Steel fingers pressing along the leather bound shaft of the mace, it’s metal head gleaming in the moonlight. The rain pouring off him as he finally entered the rippling pond in which the girl lay. Mud squishing and swirling beneath and about his boots, the man began waving the mace in the water to feel for the infant child. The rider couldn’t see her, the rain and sleet were making it too hard to see. ‘Dammit, where are you little whore!?’ His voice began to tremble as his teeth began to chatter. Then, the rain stopped..and that’s when they saw it, -Him-, a creature of smoke and shadow, The Beast of Burden…
Ebony horns emerged from the black abyss of that once placid pond, water trickling down the beast’s massive frame. Long silk hair cascading in the wind and sleet. The Beast was a giant, eight feet of pure muscle and terrifying strength. Sleek black horns that bent back behind his long protruding ears. A stroke of lightening cracked, and struck a nearby tree illuminating the area. They think that’s when the riders saw it, looking into The Beast’s face was as if seeing the devil himself standing before you. Silver pupils glinting, never wavering from their target. His lips were contorted in a constant vicious grin. Lion like features moored with scars and elder runes etched deep within the skin of his face. The Beast, true King of the Greater Demons, Lord of the black was of pure black skin, thousands upon thousands of pink scars lined his upper torso, what could be seen of it at least. He wore dull black mail, with heavy armor plating going over top, though he left pieces missing so you could see the ripped tone of his body. The Beast bore no weapons, only his body, only him. But he didn’t need them, not after what was seen, oh no. The Demon King was in a kingdom all his own, a beast of pure brutality, sheer destruction and desolation. Never has there been a such man, woman or child in the history of mankind with that kind of hatred, one who could kill without technique and still able to kill with that kind of brutal efficiency, and the scary part was; He did it without trying.
The Beast stood for a moment, those silver pupils glinting with the gleam of hatred and death in the moonlit night. His eyes darting, calculating with efficiency, trying to calculate where and when he was. ‘Where am I?’ those words spoken with a horse tone, in all honesty, no one thought he really knew what kind of monster he really was, death and chaos were just a part of his daily scheme, didn’t know where he was or where he was going, but death followed him even in the darkness like a plague to those places. Veins stretching a crossed his brow, at the temples. Slipping into madness he was, and when he did that, even his family wasn’t safe the from the chaos he could bring. Then, it struck him. The giant beast had sent himself into the whirlpool of muck to find the infant virgin, now it was all becoming clear, so clear.
The second rider, had sat idly in the pond’s depths while the beast collected his thoughts. The furious man stood roaring with defiance against the beast, the little rider wasn’t scared, and nor should he be he thought. By that time, The Demon lord had already decided what to do with the furious man. With a cool and collect breath, the beast rested his large three fingered hand on the rider’s brow and crushed his skull by simply closing his fist. Gray chunks of brain matter, skull fragments, blood and spinal fluid coated the giant’s hand. Then he raised his fist, and brought it down with such terrible force, the fist bit deep into the headless man’s torso, cutting him in two. The headless corpse fell into the pond, filling it’s depths with a red coat of blood. The third rider, the whimpering man, who had seen it all, was in complete horror, he couldn’t move. The Giant had killed the rider’s brother without trying, simply crushed his skull. Didn’t manage a quick gesture, didn’t say anything, simply crushed his brother’s skull with his bare hand. Then the Beast began to move, he stumbled, and shook as he stepped, muscles and veins protruding from the massive biceps of his arms and legs, so much raw power flowing through him, but he could barely walk.
‘Mercy…’ The sobbing man had said, he wanted mercy. Sorry, but the Master of sorrow, The King of Demons was all out of -Mercy- today. A sultry tone danced with the howls of the forest wind, it was as if someone was watching, knowing full well what he was doing, where he was going, and knowing what he was going to do when he got there. Iron clad boots dripping blood and water as the giant pulled his monolithic frame from the confines of that murk filled pond. The sobbing man pulled and scraped at The Beast’s armor, he didn’t want to die, but he should have thought about that long before he began this life of crime.
The King, had brought back his arm back to kill the whimpering man with the back of his hand, but the whimpering rider cried out in terror, crying his defiance long into the night, urinating once more in his trousers. He did not want to die this day, how unfortunate, but neither did the people the this cowardice rider and his fellows had butchered. The sobbing man, continued to weep, a wave of joy came over him as the Giant eased his arm down, but then, as if something had come over him, he began to weep more. Long ivory locks falling to the side of his brow as the giant tilted his head, pressing his large taloned hand against the rider’s cheek, cradling his head in the palm of his hand. The Demon King, with his lion like features, grunting, his face contorting and relaxing with a simple thought. He leant down pressing his lips against the brow of the whimpering rider, and leant back. The plague of death seeped from the iron clad beast’s lips into the skin of the rider’s brow. The sickness began to eat the flesh of whimpering man’s brow, spreading out all a crossed his skin and face. It ate the tissue quickly melting it, as if turning it to ash in mere moments. The plague spread inward soon after, the man himself flailing around and screaming before the plague finally killed him, eating the brain and major organs with that same brutal efficiency.
‘Look, he’s leaving, collect the girl, so we can leave, Tahui. I’d really rather not be here if that -He- senses the girl’s.. presence…’ The Beast had turned and was staring, the Giant seemed lost, like a child in the forest. But he had just killed two men without effort, and he was still hungry for death, a hunger that did not subside. ‘I am sorry, Great Lord, she did not know you were coming.. Or who you are..’ A group of small sprites were hauling the young girl out of the water, but a much larger sprite, no not a sprite, a fairy, their Queen, they suspect, was speaking to the King of demon as they hauled the girl out. He didn’t flinch, and almost seemed like he was going to kill the large fairy when he ushered a single word. ’Life?’ As he pointed at the girl and the Queen nodded a quick reply. The Beast nodded slowly and turned around, making his way toward the nearby village, where the rest of the marauders were holding captives and murdering peasants… It was said, at near dawn, the entire village was wiped out in an instant, along with the entire battalion of bandits, killers, and rapists. But somehow, someway, it was said the people had lived to see the morning and the days to come.[/color]
‘Ashes to ashes, and Dust to dust…With a flick of the wrist, A spark of flame…Waves of desolation can take the land in a single moment, No?’ The Beast said.
Gnawed skeletal fingers twirling about the inklings of shadow, drawn along olden stone and gnarled bark. A wave of darkness followed him, hung on him like a wet blanket, as if it were a cloak against even the smallest touches of light.
A beast of smoke and shadow, a Giant, a Demon? People from a crossed the ages have been known to call The Beast many things. But -he who has no name-, bares no titles. The people of the yellow skin called him ‘Shen long,’ And yet he was no deity, well not the kind you’d suspect. The red skinned people of the land called him, ‘Wendigo,’ those of the brown skin tribes called him, ‘Savior.’ And finally, the pale skins called him many names, many things, but they are always quick to judge rather than stop and learn. ‘Monster, Beast, Demon, Animal.’ Just some of the names he could think of. Those of the pale skin, how funny they were, belittled everything and yet wanted everything. Most, yet some excluded, knew nothing of freedom, life, or even the spirits. How funny, and yet however revolting..
The Beast let out a thunderous cough, bellowing ash, and roaring flames followed from his throat. Hoarse voice rippling from the cloaked darkness in which shrouded his face and marred features. ‘Ashes to ashes, and Dust to dust…So much death…How many souls to take? Many! Yes…But what rite do I have to take them? -Each and Every Rite-! Yes… Every rite, Like lambs to the slaughter…No? Yes.. That same old song…She sings it within…Yes… No…yes, yes! She sings her song like the dove sings on a misty morning sunrise. She sings to me like the crow sings over the battlefield, she sings to me… and Only me..’ The Beast had spoken to himself directly for several years now, the howling darkness and the abyss of loneness did nothing but isolate his already fragmented mind.
Haunting laughter escaped him then, flames caressing the flesh of his marred lips and animalistic canines. Ebony flesh bathed in blood, touches of ash clumping up like saw dust in oil on his opposing muscular frame. Touches of moonlight slipping and cracked through the just parting clouds, silver streaks illuminating the area around him. Casting shadows and silhouettes of gnarled hands, and broken headstones. Even he didn’t know where he was, just began to walk one day, and continued to walk, just knew the scent of death was close, how right he was.
The moon lay hanging like a lantern over that ash covered wasteland, gnarled oak trees lay long dead from the lack of water and sunlight. Gray headstones broken and dead in the once fertile soil, much like the land under Lunar Eternal, his domain sang a somber tone. Ever waking shrills of the long past dead, eerie cracks of the dead and dying trees, humid wind snapping, dancing, and howling with the ashes of old.
The Beast, without realizing, had turned his once beloved home into a post-apocalyptic wasteland. A world parallel to -Ours-, the exact same shape, size and color, everything, Or at least it was once. A place where the dead go when they can no longer walk among mortal men, a place demons go to be afraid, a place where -He who bares no name- rules. Bodies littering the ground, a war zone of demons, faeries and angels. Even the Gods themselves feared this place, for it was no world easily accessed by man, or demons. Oh no, You had to be sent, Banished or…taken there, to that Hell among Hells.
A black pool of blood and water, sat amongst the ashes of chaos, idle as time itself, it was thick as tar, and smelt of oil. Thick clumps of ash and gnarled branches hung in the pools once placid surface. The dull sound of metal clanking and grinding was heard as the Beast knelt at the pool side. Long ebon talons touching the black ink, as he did, branches, clumps of ash, and blood began to swirl at its center. The pool gave out a gurgling burp, bubbles of the thick liquid coming to the surface, popping, spreading more gunk and slime out and away from the center. It was becoming clearer now, a clear pocket of spring water whirling at the center, untouched and crisp like pure virgin innocence. Swirling images, and muffled voices began to emanate from the water, colors, and soft whispers as if being spoken in hushed tones on the other side of a mirror.
A black forest, calm and serine, the thundering sound of horses and their riders broke that silence. Three men on horse back, barreling down a moonlit, dust covered trail, they were giving off a terrible scent, the scent of death, decay and murder, it could be smelt from here, they were chasing someone. The image swirled, clouding, then becoming clear once again. A young girl, no older than eight or nine running bare foot down that winding trail, the riders hard on her tail. They planned to kill her…and more, he could feel their evil, seething from their flesh, and bones. An innocent, an untouched virgin, unmarked by the world around her, something had to be done…he could not let her fall from the graces of the One God so early. She had a touch of destiny, and those touched by the Gods had the rite of passage, the rite to life.
They were barreling down the trail, bearing down on her hard. The Beast felt a tinge of regret gnaw at his gray heart as he watched the scene. A small frown came to his marred and broken lips then. Something black and twisted escaped one of the rider’s hand as they bore down on top of her. It was a bolas, snaking out, they caught the little girl by surprise, bringing her down in an instant, she fell into a watery pool at the end of the trail, she disappeared below it’s murky surface, a watery grave at best. This was it, the moment to strike, the beast eased himself down from his perched position, onto all fours. Pressing his lion-like features against the black muck, the unbridled pool began to swirl, lashing outward with tentacles of eerie black muck and shadow, swallowing the smoking beast of darkness whole.
‘Alright Lads, Do what you will with the -little whore queen- and then you make sure you bring the corpse back to town. I want her put on display for the rest of the swine see what happens when you fuck with the Riders of the Black.’ The Lead rider had said. He was a heavy set man with deep set eyes, balding at the top of his brow, had a thick bushy beard peppered with gray. The other two riders had already dismounted, having tethered their steeds to the nearby trees and seemed to be preparing to ‘enjoy’ the spoils of their capture when the earth cried out in defiance. The earth ripped opened beneath their feet, spilling steam and molten rock into the air. Clouds parting as a thunderous crack snapped a crossed the night sky. Rain, and sleet began to pour down from the heavens above. Violent winds roaring over the forest floor, the tree themselves shaking and quivering in the sheer terror of it all.
‘It’s a sign, The Gods themselves are against us, they favor the girl! What have we done, Their going to kill us! Their going to kill us!’ One of the riders had said, with a whimpering tone, he broke down, falling to his knees in freight. Rocking back in forth in a puddle of water, sobbing.
An iron coated gauntlet connected to the whimpering man’s cheek from the second rider, a man furious with the mongrel dog he called -brother at arms-. Steely fingers wrapped about the collar of the sobbing man. ‘Hocus pocus, you fool, Non-sense I say! If they wanted to kill us, they would have done so by now, Gods my ass, those whore-sons never do anything for anyone, why should they interfere now?!’ Said the furious man, with a vicious sneer. Lifting a leather clad fist, he brought it down into the sobbing man’s face, features of his face contorting with the strike. The bridge, and cartilage of the nose broken in that that same instant.
‘You don’t know what your doing, Brother, We have to stop now. They’ve sent the pale rider, he comes for us, DEATH COMES FOR US!’ The weeping man said as he began urinate on himself. The second rider finally let him go, there after. ‘Horse piss I say, I’ll show you, I’ll show all of you!’ The second rider said as he eased a rather large, oak handled, spiked club from his belt. Steel fingers pressing along the leather bound shaft of the mace, it’s metal head gleaming in the moonlight. The rain pouring off him as he finally entered the rippling pond in which the girl lay. Mud squishing and swirling beneath and about his boots, the man began waving the mace in the water to feel for the infant child. The rider couldn’t see her, the rain and sleet were making it too hard to see. ‘Dammit, where are you little whore!?’ His voice began to tremble as his teeth began to chatter. Then, the rain stopped..and that’s when they saw it, -Him-, a creature of smoke and shadow, The Beast of Burden…
Ebony horns emerged from the black abyss of that once placid pond, water trickling down the beast’s massive frame. Long silk hair cascading in the wind and sleet. The Beast was a giant, eight feet of pure muscle and terrifying strength. Sleek black horns that bent back behind his long protruding ears. A stroke of lightening cracked, and struck a nearby tree illuminating the area. They think that’s when the riders saw it, looking into The Beast’s face was as if seeing the devil himself standing before you. Silver pupils glinting, never wavering from their target. His lips were contorted in a constant vicious grin. Lion like features moored with scars and elder runes etched deep within the skin of his face. The Beast, true King of the Greater Demons, Lord of the black was of pure black skin, thousands upon thousands of pink scars lined his upper torso, what could be seen of it at least. He wore dull black mail, with heavy armor plating going over top, though he left pieces missing so you could see the ripped tone of his body. The Beast bore no weapons, only his body, only him. But he didn’t need them, not after what was seen, oh no. The Demon King was in a kingdom all his own, a beast of pure brutality, sheer destruction and desolation. Never has there been a such man, woman or child in the history of mankind with that kind of hatred, one who could kill without technique and still able to kill with that kind of brutal efficiency, and the scary part was; He did it without trying.
The Beast stood for a moment, those silver pupils glinting with the gleam of hatred and death in the moonlit night. His eyes darting, calculating with efficiency, trying to calculate where and when he was. ‘Where am I?’ those words spoken with a horse tone, in all honesty, no one thought he really knew what kind of monster he really was, death and chaos were just a part of his daily scheme, didn’t know where he was or where he was going, but death followed him even in the darkness like a plague to those places. Veins stretching a crossed his brow, at the temples. Slipping into madness he was, and when he did that, even his family wasn’t safe the from the chaos he could bring. Then, it struck him. The giant beast had sent himself into the whirlpool of muck to find the infant virgin, now it was all becoming clear, so clear.
The second rider, had sat idly in the pond’s depths while the beast collected his thoughts. The furious man stood roaring with defiance against the beast, the little rider wasn’t scared, and nor should he be he thought. By that time, The Demon lord had already decided what to do with the furious man. With a cool and collect breath, the beast rested his large three fingered hand on the rider’s brow and crushed his skull by simply closing his fist. Gray chunks of brain matter, skull fragments, blood and spinal fluid coated the giant’s hand. Then he raised his fist, and brought it down with such terrible force, the fist bit deep into the headless man’s torso, cutting him in two. The headless corpse fell into the pond, filling it’s depths with a red coat of blood. The third rider, the whimpering man, who had seen it all, was in complete horror, he couldn’t move. The Giant had killed the rider’s brother without trying, simply crushed his skull. Didn’t manage a quick gesture, didn’t say anything, simply crushed his brother’s skull with his bare hand. Then the Beast began to move, he stumbled, and shook as he stepped, muscles and veins protruding from the massive biceps of his arms and legs, so much raw power flowing through him, but he could barely walk.
‘Mercy…’ The sobbing man had said, he wanted mercy. Sorry, but the Master of sorrow, The King of Demons was all out of -Mercy- today. A sultry tone danced with the howls of the forest wind, it was as if someone was watching, knowing full well what he was doing, where he was going, and knowing what he was going to do when he got there. Iron clad boots dripping blood and water as the giant pulled his monolithic frame from the confines of that murk filled pond. The sobbing man pulled and scraped at The Beast’s armor, he didn’t want to die, but he should have thought about that long before he began this life of crime.
The King, had brought back his arm back to kill the whimpering man with the back of his hand, but the whimpering rider cried out in terror, crying his defiance long into the night, urinating once more in his trousers. He did not want to die this day, how unfortunate, but neither did the people the this cowardice rider and his fellows had butchered. The sobbing man, continued to weep, a wave of joy came over him as the Giant eased his arm down, but then, as if something had come over him, he began to weep more. Long ivory locks falling to the side of his brow as the giant tilted his head, pressing his large taloned hand against the rider’s cheek, cradling his head in the palm of his hand. The Demon King, with his lion like features, grunting, his face contorting and relaxing with a simple thought. He leant down pressing his lips against the brow of the whimpering rider, and leant back. The plague of death seeped from the iron clad beast’s lips into the skin of the rider’s brow. The sickness began to eat the flesh of whimpering man’s brow, spreading out all a crossed his skin and face. It ate the tissue quickly melting it, as if turning it to ash in mere moments. The plague spread inward soon after, the man himself flailing around and screaming before the plague finally killed him, eating the brain and major organs with that same brutal efficiency.
‘Look, he’s leaving, collect the girl, so we can leave, Tahui. I’d really rather not be here if that -He- senses the girl’s.. presence…’ The Beast had turned and was staring, the Giant seemed lost, like a child in the forest. But he had just killed two men without effort, and he was still hungry for death, a hunger that did not subside. ‘I am sorry, Great Lord, she did not know you were coming.. Or who you are..’ A group of small sprites were hauling the young girl out of the water, but a much larger sprite, no not a sprite, a fairy, their Queen, they suspect, was speaking to the King of demon as they hauled the girl out. He didn’t flinch, and almost seemed like he was going to kill the large fairy when he ushered a single word. ’Life?’ As he pointed at the girl and the Queen nodded a quick reply. The Beast nodded slowly and turned around, making his way toward the nearby village, where the rest of the marauders were holding captives and murdering peasants… It was said, at near dawn, the entire village was wiped out in an instant, along with the entire battalion of bandits, killers, and rapists. But somehow, someway, it was said the people had lived to see the morning and the days to come.[/color]