The strong stench of freshly slain corpses, piling dozens after dozens, the smell of destruction, stream of blood, and the thick fog of dust from swinging of swords, clashing of armors, and endless screams raging through the wasteland, what a sight of misery. None of it bothered me at all but what did was the devil-like man swinging his sword around consumed by what they say, righteousness. What a joke, he who slaughters mercilessly is supposed to be the hero of humankind? A bloody murderer? A man bathed in cold blood?. They say I'm the witch of darkness and he's the protector of light. I wonder if they'll still say that if they see this amusing sight, their so-called light completely immersed in darkness and drunk on bloodlust. A complete Monster.
"Master" a dark figure appeared through nothingness.
"The stone army has fallen. Please forgive my incompetence." now that the moonlight had slowly entered through the huge windowpanes, the surrounding was slowly starting to become visible. A huge throne room. And at the end of it, a throne adorned with nothing but authority and presence. A throne that existed solely for one being, The Witch Of Darkness, as the humans said.
Cynthia Saiya Esmeray.
The witch slowly opened her eyes and stared right down from her throne at the man kneeling before her, his gaze down as if looking directly at her was a crime feared from historical times. Her red eyes glinted in the moonlight as she leisurely placed her hands on her chin. Her gaze exerted so much pressure that any average being would be crushed to ashes immediately. A sinister smile appeared.
"Raise your head Azreal, I've seen it all. Those worthless fools are the incompetent ones. You are my prized jewel, don't belittle my precious ruby. Come closer."
At her command, the man stood up swiftly and walked towards her. Her hands grasped his chin tenderly and again the mesmerizing sinister smile on her face created subtle chills in his whole body. His face was finally visible from the moonlight. Devilishly handsome and the ruby eyes that shone beautifully. A being that looked like the very embodiment of darkness just like his master who created him from the chaos. A charming little clone of his master. Anyone with survival instincts would shiver around his presence, as much as he looked like a perfect piece of art, his hands had the blood of all beings, Azreal as his master named him, the angel of death.
"You look very much like me. How beautiful." Cynthia looked straight into his eyes as if she could read his entire soul.
"Master. I will let no bug bother you. Please trust me." his eyes fixated on hers.
"He's interesting. I should grant him a visit soon." she released his face and reverted her gaze to the moon outside the windows.
"Xavier Belfare. Wait for me.", she muttered.
Her unusually solemn face seemed just like the calmness before a catastrophic disaster.