Dark entrenching vines outstretched to engulf the town in the darkness of nightfall. It was a lovely time of the day and one that was further enjoyed by the ones caressed by the black angels of hell. Those very angels were the ones shunned by those imbued with the virtue of true and right. And along with the angels, those of the caressed would fall victim to such a judgment as well. Among those caressed remained a man who had all but recently tinkered on the line of chaos and order. A man most would come to know as Marius Ashounen, the Enigmatic Knight. While the name per-say wasn’t as well known as it had been wished, he still instilled fear in a lot of people’s hearts.
Unknown through viciousness and known through manipulation, he had set a name for himself, but on this fateful night, all would change. A killer would become the man who once imposed his will on others to complete such tasks. Tonight, everyone would witness why it was not wise to cross the man known as Marius…
Through the streets would run a man, fear wild in his eyes in his empty hopes to escape what had been pursuing him. Glancing back fearfully, his eyes would lighten when he would find himself no longer pursued. In a huff, he would haunch forward and place his hands upon his knees in order to catch his breath. It was at that instant, when he had taken notice to the dark cryptic feet that lingered just in front of his view. Rearing backwards in fear, he would begin to stumble backwards in hopes of creating distance between him and the thing before him. Though, the second he would, a dark cryptic hand would outstretch to his neck only to dissipate into the nothingness around them as it had done so. The man blinked a few times at the sight and began to calm his nerves again; at least until something inside of him had told him he was no longer alone. Fear instilled deep inside of him, his head would carefully turn to cast his gaze over his shoulder and at the man looming behind him.
It was at that moment when a plea would burst forth from his lips, “Please, please. I did nothing to you, I have a family and children, please!”
His words would not be heard as the large grin snaked across the maniacal look on Marius’s face. The man would suffer his form of judgment, the judgment that had only been reserved for those who stood against him. Speaking in a soft dry voice, a lone hand would come up to the man’s chin, holding it in place so he could witness the fear in his eyes, “May the God’s wrench your tormented soul from the binds of the abyss, at least for your sake. You’ve crossed me, Andreas Silvre and turned your back to me. For that, you will suffer the fate I bestow upon you.”
The man reeled back from Marius’s hand and again tried to make his plea known, “I didn’t mean to, I swear. It’s just…”
A light growl escaped his throat at the man’s foolish pleas. Did he really think he would save himself by begging like a fool? Humans were pathetic, just as were the demon’s that called themselves his brethren. Oh how he hated both worlds and would ultimately destroy one or the other, given the chance. Darkening his gaze upon the man, his hand would thrust itself towards the man’s face as he tried to escape. The second it would draw within inches of the man’s face, his digits would span outwards and a deep red glow would gather in the palm of his hand, “It’s just what…? Just that you cared no longer, that you forgot who your Master was, or perhaps you were ultimately planning to betray me? Enough of this foolishness, you will be the first example I set for traitors who go against me. This is good bye for you Andreas Silvre…” When the last words trailed from his lips, the energy would quickly formulate itself into a ball of energy and launch itself out and into the face of the man. The ball created a small explosion, which blew apart the man’s head, leaving his body to fall lifelessly to the ground before convulsing a few times. Blood would slowly trickle forth from the neck of the body and stain the cobblestone roadway.
Lowering his hand back to his side, he would slowly make his way around to the side of the fallen body before dropping to a single knee. Moving a hand out to the blood staining the ground, his digits would place their tips down within the pool of blood, before withdrawing them and bringing them to his mouth. Flicking his tongue out to one of his fingers, the taste of blood would flood his mouth, sending an intense rush throughout his body. What was unknown to him and those around him was that the taste of blood aroused the demon within him and ultimately drove him to the madness that he often seeked.
Lifting the hand from his mouth and up to his forehead, he would lightly drag the blood stained digits across his face, loving the feel of the fresh blood against his flesh. The taste and feel had become far too intoxicating for him to simply ward off the demon, so instead he would succumb to its hold on him. His eyes would change from their standard color to a deep glowing crimson shade and a few dark red markings would curve across his cheeks and encircle his eyes in an elaborate pattern. A deep laughter instilled itself in him, before he would call out to all of those who could hear him, “Sephine, if you are watching or listening, this will be your fate. Look at the blood I bore upon my face, it will be yours soon enough. I don’t take traitors lightly…My warning has been issued….” Narrowing his gaze briefly, his eyes would scan across those surrounding him, “Seems I have a line willing to join the same fate. Who will be the first?”
Sava didn't much like this place, she avoided it everytime she could, but sometimes she has to come her, for some different matters she refused to tell anyone about, though, her main reason, was to get in contact with some nobles, as that is what her plans mainly were; become a noble, so other will know she is not a blood-thirsty dragon wanting only death. It disgusts her to think that most think of her like that. Any time she gets to see a noble, they usually throw her out, because of her draconic self, even though, she is always in human when she goes there, they still don't trust. There were several occasions, when she wished she could burn their buildings to the ground, and laugh at their foolishness, but she always has that under control, last thing she'd want, is for the rumors of her being blood-thirsty to come true.
She was riding her horse, Jenna, and in a side saddle. How she hated to ride that way, but she wore a dress, therefore, it would have been uncomfortable to use a regular saddle. She looked ahead at anything in her way, but all the streets were deserted, though she saw a person every now and then to go inside, or to a tavern, ending their work for the day.
She didn't think this place would be safe to be out at night, or after dark, so she lightly kicked the horses side, and it set off at a slow canter.
A brisk breeze blew against her face, and making her hair flow in it. It quite annoyed her, she hated to have her hair down, but sometimes she tolerated it, though, not now, she was already annoyed with the noble she had met with this evening, and she didn't need little things to bug her at the moment, but she didn't want to try tying her hair make, afraid she would fall from the side saddle, that was one other reason she hated these saddles, she was limited to some things.
She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself a little, of her anger. She didn't need to direct her horse where to go, it knew where the stables were. Sava soon opened her eyes, when she felt the horse start to go faster. Obviously, it too, didn't want to be stuck out in the dark also, so she nudged the horse again, and it went into a steady gallop. She wanted to get to the tavern, but something made her skin prickle. Something nearby was making her feel a little uncomfortable.
Curiosity got to her. She pulled her horse about, and had it gallop down a street away from the place she was staying at, and saw a crowd of people, circling someone. She slowed her horse, and then urged it forward, but it refused, and reared, neighing loudly. Some around, glanced at her, though, most didn't, they seemed frightened. She slipped from the side, and took one of her swords that was attached to the saddle, and strapped it around her waist. Right then, Jenna turned and ran towards the tavern, wanting to get as far away as she could, while Sava made her way slowly to see what had happen. She found it easy to get past some people, and was soon there, and stared wide-eyed, and slowly, anger filled them.
She stared at the now dead man, and the one who stood over it, with blood on his face. She frowned, then a silent growl came from her throat, as she would when she'd spend time in dragon form, but as a human right now, it would have been a bit odd.
“Seems I have a line willing to join the same fate. Who will be the first?”
She walked forward, most would think it boldly, and so would she. If she could let herself walk away right now, she would have, but she is stubborn, and would not do so. She didn't want more people to die. This man seemed to be a maniac. She glanced at the dead person, then back up at the killer.
"You have no right to kill innocent people." She said, in a calm tone, that showed no signs of fear. Right now, she didn't look like a warrior, wearing a black dress, and her hair down, the only thing that showed she was one, was the blade at her side. Sava glared at him, and realized he was in someway demon related, which made her anger burn harder. Her dark eyes also hardened, hatred lining them. Her hand resting on her lightning blade, ready to use it, if need be.