Cold winds pecked Valentine's face, it was like being in a mountain. He reached down to his hand, checking it over one last time to ensure the white and red glove was on properly.
"You shattered my heart" he sung to himself. "Left me in the dark. Now I reclaim the mountain to your affection, where you won't pay any attention. Take me back."
When the winds settled, his began to snap his fingers with his right hand. He eyed down his target, ensnaring them in a tragic canopy of calamitous desires.
"I know - oh, I know. The Sky Beast weaves to and fro," Valentine leapt off the branch. "Now you sleep, do not weep. Oh, I know."
A sharp bloody plate of armor coated Valentine's arm, allowing him to drive it down the front of his victim with ease. The Feral dropped dead instantly. Her pack-members were quick to react.
Two powerful males quickly enclosed him from the safety of the forest, making sure he could not return to the inside. One of them swiped down with their claw, hoping to catch their prey.
Before the claws could connect, Valentine lowered himself. The claw missed completely, allowing him to return the favor with a powerful strike using his forearm. It landed right on its open maw.
While the male backed away, the other leapt up to pounce on him. Valentine grinned, he caught him by the long purple hair and spun the Feral around.
Rage empowered the first male, causing him to rampage towards Valentine. Loud pounding caught his attention, motivating the aged Thawed to thrust his body forward. Creating a powerful pulse.
It stunned the male before he could move away, allowing Valentine to get an easy kill. He formed a short-sword, capable of wielding it with one hand.
He charged closer to the male, then leapt up when he was right before him. As the Thawed rose over the dazed Feral, the blade ran over his abs and chest. When he reached max height, he pointed the tip to the Feral's head.
Brain instantly pierced by the crimson weapon. Valentine manipulated the blood to form a spear that dug itself into the ground, allowing him to back off without the corpse falling.
The other male jumped over him and began to descend at fast speeds, one direct hit could break a bone. It was only a second before impact when Valentine reached into the body of the previous Feral and tore out a bloody glaive.
With it, he spun around and masterfully cut the Feral in half. The surprised and shocked expression uttered out in the form of a dog-like whimper.
More Ferals roared and showed their rage, ready to tear him apart. So he stepped forward, allowing them to see him clearly.
As the thirty Ferals rushed towards him, Valentine formed a wine glass using blood. He drank deeply from the blood-colored wine, savoring its flavor.
He was careless, comfortable in his position. So much so his mask hung over his shoulder as he drank. Until dozens of Ferals rained down from above.
Dagger-like claws ambushed their victims, cutting them apart and injuring just as many. Blood spilled on the battlefield, the calling of the Bloody Lover. Valentine smiled.
The glass disappeared, being replaced by crystalline blood over both arms. He smiled devilishly as he brought them down and spikes erupted out of the ground.
All opposing Ferals died horribly. Suffering from being impaled through major organs or bleeding out slowly. All while the allied pack watched, chuckling away at the gruesome display.
"No wonder Great Nas ordered you to be with us," Qitor celebrated.
Valentine continued to smile, keeping a formal type of relaxation in his eyes. "Look at what your heart can produce. Now you Ferals stop taking blood for granted, or else I might use yours next time."
Qitor laughed, bowing slightly as he approached the elite. "Gotchu, sir! Now, getting control of this forest will be a daunting task, so we need to wage siege against it."
"That's the plan," Valentine clicked his mask into place. "We sent 'Great Nas' out to order more forces. In a couple days you should see some odd faces, no doubt."
Ferals marched through the new forest of disfigured bodies and blood-soaked soil. Each one chirped with the other, except these chirps were a lot deeper than normal.
They growled from time to time, expressing their hatred towards the Trilogy for their pack's division. Each one acted for their own versions of this goal, but the rebellion was the same.
One of the Ferals took a moment to study one of the bodies, trying to identify which Legion it belonged to. She noticed the vile green and red on their pants and muscles.
"Volatile Legion! Great Nas mentioned the killers were Conqueror, maybe this place is protected by all three Legions," she called out.
"Nonsense," another female replied. "Niro would fight them back and pretend to be the hero. We will keep this queen beneath our feet until the day we can bite her neck out."
Blood quickly ran through the ground, going under if not through objects to reach where they wanted to go. Valentine held his arms behind his back, waiting for the warmth to take over.
A sudden rush of refreshing warmth filled his cold heart, he was ready for the next phase of the plan. Qitor noticed his action, so he leapt up to a nearby tree. Getting away just in case.
Valentine started decorating some of the trees in blood sigils, which then turned invisible. Now those trees were aware of him, linking the two.
Something watched from above, an entity. Demon silently kept his gaze on the group beneath him. He utilized the abilities he stole off a Scaler to lock him in place on the same tree.
[Age and skill are different things. Waiting for time to make you better is utterly useless and leads to vast disappointment. That Thawed, Valentine, it knows the truth.]
[He does, indeed. If we seek to send a Servant down to Koroth we will do it in his image. Figure is aged, trustworthy and sturdy. No older than two-hundred and fifty four.]
Syndicate Dust clouded Demon's mind, allowing him to take a breath of fresh air away from their talking. He opened his palm, identifying where his Iron Maiden was.
[I was wrong, return to the pocket universe and prepare an extra mold. You have full permission to dawn it as you wish. Just do not give it identity.]