hark, man along the vale of morality, and valor. HARK! there is a danger, among this realm. quietly, echoing out ---------------- and should there indeed be a lending of accord attention to it, what comes as a danger, grows louder slowly evermore. evermore.... it comes. baring even louder, louder of a danger. closer. closer it comes, and the very source of this danger that grows evermore, IS THAT OF A CURSE THAT HAUNTS MAN. A DEVIL. A MORTAL. and he haunts; he haunts indeed. such like a curse, shrouding the world upon his very wake. for as he wonders with striding steps that echo, comes with him his chaos. his devastation. his callous. DEATH. TERROR. all, so corruptly formed into he that constructs them within his very nature of being, and executes them with his will of demand as he deemed fitting.
hail to it... HAIL! FOR THE HOUR OF HIS JUDGMENT HAS COME! forth he goes, wondering with all his intent; this terror. and two of very living souls, with morality and valor stand upon his path. guards. innocent, they are. protecting as they should. but they block him. and they will remain to do so, until his judgment is passed. DEATH. from the darkness he emerged. from behind them, he made his advance, and behold himself as the creature of a man he is as he bared these capable hands with that of which was strapped to his thigh. a knife, treated like canine teeth, as from the jaws of the sheath it was drawn, and with all the same swift, graceful motion, his other hand rose to clamp down to hold this forsaken soul in place; like a claw from the depths of hell sinking into their very fate. through the sharpness of cold, cruel steal came across flesh of the neck, and indeed their fate sealed as death took. and before this second guard could react properly, the same action was executed once more. a clasping hand. a slice to the throat. DEATH TAKE THEIR SOULS.
down he allowed these corpses fall; giving them no respect to let these earthly bodies to rest down easily to the ground within his hold. THEY DESERVED NO SUCH THING. not to him. they were utterly pathetic, unable to do their duty. so, upon the dirt they will remain. with their dead vessels, he mocked further, cleaning the blood upon the blade by wiping it upon their clothing, allowing them to take back what little remained of them. into the jaws of the sheath, the knife returned. turning, without further delay, into the facility, he went. steps echoing once more; here trails on the devil. with his pale ruby gaze slowly studying, remaining aware. taking mind to every surrounding. in the midst of such, halt came to his steps. alone.... he wasn’t alone. another presence. it wasn’t intended. expected. a sixth sense?? nothing of the sort. merely experience. it’s by that, here he knew it is. to it, he’d adapt, nonetheless. and respond. ❝ --------------- do you plan to get in my way?? ❞ @pretendcr ❤ ‘ed
