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by Alucroas on Wed Apr 04, 2007 2:17 am
A man of dark ambition treaded that massive valley each foot crushing one of just billions of living things that had been feeding off the warmth of the mother's tender embrace.
Manifestations of the wicked and the wretched abominations that had fueled countless religious hatreds and discriminatory wars was something this man had posssessed deep within his soiled heart. Underneath that ominous being of utter despair was a hero who had saved a land from peril and had brought piece and prosperity to those who were deserving of it.
That spirit had been corrupted, taken over and infested by pure darkness and malevolence which destroyed it's counter-part otherwise known as benevolence. Generosity for those who treated others with compassion was as close to oblivion as one could ever come to in the mind Seil.
Garbed in a tunic of achromatic colour that contrasted to the very persona he had allowed into his mind, skin pigments were of an utter grotesque and pallid paleness, veins of oceanic colours were pulsating through his neck, pumping those crimson fluids ever increasing that destructive energy that coursed through his system.
Chest plated armor glistened from the orange hues of the sun, penetrating against his left pectorial engravement of the golden crescent moon and the triangle of similar color on the right, illuminating the sapphire beeded necklace that bounced against his leather undersuit which muffled the sound of it battering his collar bone.
A weapon suited for a demi-god such as himself would be his unparallelled double helixed sword, six feet in length; A blade he had great skill with in both utilizing it for simultaneous offense and defense to take down even the strongest of opposition - His height of seven foot three and weight of 310 pounds made it very possible for him to use a blade of such epic proportions and size.
Then... an image developed within those pure white luminescent orbs - an obscured creature who had just arrived at the scene. Both of his forearms rose up, their defense secured by the silver gauntlets he wore, each one had a maroon band latched around it, further reflecting the light that had been shining down on his form.
The left hand stopped as the right continued, wrapping and coiling those large beheamothen hands around that blade and giving a light tug, allowing it's steel surface to scratch the back plated armor which completed his secure frame...
"Well..looks I might be able to have some fun after all..." That deep and slightly raspy voice added onto his sheer presence, possibly convoluting and worsening the situation of what might had been in store for his opposition that lay dead ahead.
It wasn't out of hate for all life forms that he fought for, nor was it his over-zealous will to take out he gods who so arrogantly shackled and restrained men with their rules - Experience told him this and it had been engraved in his mind, embedded in his heart and consumed his soul that he continued his bellicose tendencies for only one, single, solitary reason which was in fact quite logical and simple when contemplated long enough.....Pleasure.
Mutilation, abomination - Catastrophic foes and beasts he got the thrill of ripping apart and obliterating, sending them back to the pandemonium where that blazing infinitely vast inferno resided.
This demi-god was considered a hellspawn in his own right by those who were unfortunate enough to encounter him, ironically though despite having no link to that purgatory whatsoever, he sure as shit did a good job at being pseudo with it.
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