Snippet #2544350

Corrose Malevolentte

The dark figure stood in the doorway of a singed, charred building. His lips curled in contempt. Some other magical force had destroyed the City of Fire... with fire. Stepping into the light, he surveyed the port area. Something suddenly caught his eye, and he turned to see a young man working on moving rubble. The figure's eyes narrowed. The man must be getting burnt... Unless he was magic. His Sight Eye focused, and the true form of the laborer was revealed. A Spirit. No surprise- the place must be crawling with them after this slaughter. This spirit seemed older, swirling with an orange magic. Fire Resistance, no surprise either.

The Mage swirled his dark cloak around himself and stepped out of the light. He summoned a pitch-black, swirling orb of magic in his palm, and as he stalked closer it grew and seemed to strain to the spirit. The figure smiled grimly and swiftly pulled out a cylinder of pure diamond. The only thing that held Spirits, no matter how old. The Mage lifted his hand and spilled the Dark Magic onto the ground. The earth rippled and a dark blade erupted from the stony, charred soil. It silently whisked to the equally quiet owner and dropped into his leathery palm.

About ten feet from the Spirit he hunted, the figure stopped and chanted under his breath. A simple Freezing Spell should do, he told himself. Then he walked out into the dusky light. "Good evening," Corrose said in a husky voice,"I cannot express how good it is to find you. I have been so very bored; I hope you will entertain me at last?" Then, he stabbed the man through the chest and pulled black the silvery blade, now stained red.