Post by animus on Dec 13, 2009 22:48:15 GMT -5
It is time...
To deliver justice...
It was the blackest of nights, and a spirit could be seen by the watchful eye, hovering and watching the late night crowds. The busy market place had dull roar of people talking. Many people buying and selling goods. The common, the rich, and the poor all mixed within the crowd. It seemed like it was going to be an ordinary night... but it was the silence before the storm, and quite a storm it was going to be.
Zarein floated through the marketplace. He was looking for people to judge and punish. Seeing this town disgusted him. Thieves were mixed in the crowds. Gluttons, thieves, and many more vile scoundrels. He had to rid it of it's foul populace.
Where should I begin? So much filth to clean... I don't know where to start... I've got it! I'll just destroy this whole town! All of the evil people will die that way. As for the innocent, their loss will be necessary for the greater good. Their blood will be on my hands. But it's not like I'm going to heaven or the underworld anytime soon. After all, they are living, therefore, they are my enemies...
Zarein was convinced now. As he began the electrify a large crowd, he felt the hate fill within him again but a new emotion came as well. Pleasure, he felt satisfied as he destroyed the marketplace. Theirs screams of pain reached his ears, but Zarein felt no emotion but hate and satisfaction as he slaughtered the people. The smell of electrocuted corpses began to fill the air as Zarein killed everyone in his sight.
"Let Justice be Done!" Zarein cried as he cast down monsterous thunderbolts. "Death to the living!"
After killing a large amount of people, Zarein looked upon the dead. In the bodies, Zarein saw something that would have made him sick if were alive. A child's hand, struggling to push free from a pile of corpses. But, despite it's efforts the child's hand stopped moving. Then Zarein saw a woman screaming over her husband's broken body. Zarein felt horror and guilt strike him, like a hammer. He could not believe what he had done. In his horror, he flew of towards the abandoned palace. For refuge? For comfort? He did not know, he just wanted to escape.
(Continued at the Abandoned Palace)
To deliver justice...
It was the blackest of nights, and a spirit could be seen by the watchful eye, hovering and watching the late night crowds. The busy market place had dull roar of people talking. Many people buying and selling goods. The common, the rich, and the poor all mixed within the crowd. It seemed like it was going to be an ordinary night... but it was the silence before the storm, and quite a storm it was going to be.
Zarein floated through the marketplace. He was looking for people to judge and punish. Seeing this town disgusted him. Thieves were mixed in the crowds. Gluttons, thieves, and many more vile scoundrels. He had to rid it of it's foul populace.
Where should I begin? So much filth to clean... I don't know where to start... I've got it! I'll just destroy this whole town! All of the evil people will die that way. As for the innocent, their loss will be necessary for the greater good. Their blood will be on my hands. But it's not like I'm going to heaven or the underworld anytime soon. After all, they are living, therefore, they are my enemies...
Zarein was convinced now. As he began the electrify a large crowd, he felt the hate fill within him again but a new emotion came as well. Pleasure, he felt satisfied as he destroyed the marketplace. Theirs screams of pain reached his ears, but Zarein felt no emotion but hate and satisfaction as he slaughtered the people. The smell of electrocuted corpses began to fill the air as Zarein killed everyone in his sight.
"Let Justice be Done!" Zarein cried as he cast down monsterous thunderbolts. "Death to the living!"
After killing a large amount of people, Zarein looked upon the dead. In the bodies, Zarein saw something that would have made him sick if were alive. A child's hand, struggling to push free from a pile of corpses. But, despite it's efforts the child's hand stopped moving. Then Zarein saw a woman screaming over her husband's broken body. Zarein felt horror and guilt strike him, like a hammer. He could not believe what he had done. In his horror, he flew of towards the abandoned palace. For refuge? For comfort? He did not know, he just wanted to escape.
(Continued at the Abandoned Palace)