Snippet #2075247

(Charoum)

I gripped the ledge, fanning my wings out as I perched. Looking out over a wasteland, New York the humans called it. A sinful place, a terrible place of infestation, and great evil. Ash hung in the air in a thin canopy, buildings lie in shallow pits of water, and the blood of the dead ran the water a pale red. I narrowed my eyes scanning the wreckage of the city. There was sign of movement.

Everywhere, lest it be bodies drifting in the water, or hungry looking humans clinging to the lands not covered in water. All of them looked broken, and beaten. It pained my heart, and I rose from my crouch with a heavy chest as I saw the sight of several hell hounds chasing a single human girl. I reached back slowly gripping the hilt of my sword and pulling it from my sheathe, I fell forward.

I fanned out my dark wings, they fluttered in the wind catching it, and I glided forward. I held my seraphim sword before me in a strategic setting. The hell hounds turned at the sound of me, one caught my eye. I saw only hate and suffering in the eyes of that poor beast, and sudden fear as I drove my blade between it's ribs with tremendous accuracy, it yelped before it died and black oozed from the wound, and the heart was destroyed. The blade having been caught between the ribs, I caught diving over the animal and leaving the sword stuck in the creature. I swiveled my hips turning in the air to land on my feet with practiced grace. I turned at the sight of the three hell hounds left circling me.

I smiled crookedly, with wicked intent, sliding into a defensive stance. I awaited an attack.