The Soldiers mustered onwards, further and further into the void. The closer they came to the city, the more black and scorched the ground appeared. It was as if a bomb had gone off, and sullied the once enriched soils. Voices, whispers--cries of pain echoed all around her. No day light to illuminate what was screaming for mercy, no fire to clarify the subsequent 'crunch' of bone or the gargling of something feeling the flesh of its body peeled away as though skinning a deer or perhaps gutting a fish. Howls of rage festered in the dark, foreboding crevices and cracks in the walls of the city as they drew closer, and closer.
Only briefly would she see a human, anchored to a blood drenched board crafted crudely of wood. Large hooks plunged through his wrists and the spaces between his Achilles and heel. He was being held down. His body, soaked in sweat as evidenced by the light of the large fire that was near him, dirtied from the muck and grim that lay out in the wastes. He shook visibly enough for her to see his body quiver and cower from both the pain and what was to come. A rather large Orog stepped forwards, carrying a frighteningly large and crude cleaver. Without hesitation, without mercy the creature lifted the large knife and in one brutal stroke, severed the man's arm. He screamed and writhed in pain; blood splattering on Anez's face. The creature went on to quarter the human like he were a deer or boar, hacking of each limb with a resounding 'thud'.
The Orog group unabated by the grossly new found silence after the screaming had stopped. They carried her through wind swept streets; vehicles, devices of transportation of the past littered the cold stone in their paths. Remnants of the past, they sat eerily still from where their owners had parked them several lifetimes ago. To say they were all untouched was an understatement as some cars frames were twisted, some torn apart as if by some great measure of strength. The buildings constructed of stone, glass and steel stood against a very dismal sky, lightening flashing ferociously, almost deafening the pleads and cries for help, for salvation. The towers, the sky scrapers erected years ago were dizzying monuments of arrogance their flashy facades now tarnished.
They brought Anez into the largest, most central structure. It was there she would get her first look of what Cain really was. They stood in a darkened hall, lit only by small fires that illumined the gallery. The Orog carrying her put her on her feet, planting her forcefully there to await Cain. For several moments they would wait, until finally a noise or two would penetrate the silent vestibule. The sound of metal scraping would betray anyone's thoughts to a monstrous grotesque creature of metal. However, as Cain stepped nonchalantly forwards, a dispassionate expression on his marble colored face--she would be startled to see he did not look like any other Orog. He was humanly shaped, perhaps a bit taller. His muscled arms well defined, intricate black markings as though some ritualistic tattoo across his skin. He had an off white colored hair, and black obsidian eyes. His face was very human-like in structure.
Cain was dressed with a brilliantly colored red mantle, he had metal greaves and metal gauntlets, metal cuisses and a metal cod piece. His chest and feet were bare. He stared at Anez questioningly, before he stepped closer to examine her. His black eyes roamed her skin, detailing it and finding a hunger longing to be satiated. His close proximity to her allowed him to inhale her Silvian scent which to his nose stirred him. He was a beast of impulse, he could deny it but it would have done him no good. However, he was also part something else and that part kept him in check.
Turning around he stepped away, and then spoke noting the blood on her face. "See something you wish you hadn't, did you?" He would expel the words calmly and in a casual manner.
