Third person POV
Black Blood covered the red marbled walls of a temple-like building. Shattered glasses, broken furnitures, wood chips scattered everywhere, disfigured bodies sprawled all over the floors and some hanging from odd angles on the walls with broken built-in decorations and a few dangling from the shattered chandeliers. Heads rolling in the pool of blood that was slowly increasing. Monsters it seemed were scampering away from this once majestic looking building seeking for a good place to hide from a plague of some sort were being attacked, shredded, slaughtered and torn to pieces by what chased after them.
Organs and bones created artistic pieces on the floors and walls of the building. Screams and painful wails of men that parades themselves as the strongest beings in existence could be heard like a hard rock song everywhere. What looked like a half human half beast figure was pinned to the wall with a katana going through his right shoulder and a dagger with a dragon head that seemed to be glowing was wedged deep in his left thigh. Tears falling freely from his completely dark brown eyes watching helplessly as his clan, his family, and probably his whole species were being slaughtered mercilessly. It was a gruesome sight through the eyes of any innocents but to the one wreaking havoc. It seemed like he was enjoying himself. Maybe this was a sort of entertainment to him? Maybe he found pleasure in the painful screams. Maybe he finds satisfying inner pleasure watching these 'things' plead for mercy, begging for their lives to be spared. A sadist? It seemed like it.
Maybe he was a sadistic little prick that likes to see people suffer for no reason. To see pain, anguish, sorrow and helpless frustration from these 'things' as he killed them off one after the other and two or three at time. Their strongest, bravest warrior seemed like a helpless little kitten when he faced the beast and was shredded into pieces the second he decided to retaliate. Instead of facing his fate like the rest of them, he chose to be a fool and died like a chicken in the hands of a butcher.
His skin felt like mere goo when his attacker brutally clawed his heart out and threw the beating organ away like it was trash.
If anything was clear. Hades was furious!
Boiling with insatiable blood-thirst he was livid.
These 'things' that were begging for his mercy disgusted him so much he would have hunched over and puked repeatedly if he wasn't so angry at the moment. These useless 'things' he had been looking for a reason to get rid of just gave him one and although he didn't like the circumstances of his actions being justified, he was glad he could finally wipe out these useless pieces of shit created by one of his former shadow officers.
When the man had begged him to grant him a little power to create children of his own in a dimension just for them as a retirement gift, he never thought it would amount to this. These.. these.. these.. trash. Yes that was the word he was looking for. They were Complete and utter TRASH! He granted him a dimension and gave him just one spoonful of dust to create a 'family' as the man had called it back then. One. Just ONE spoonful and this happened. What if he had given him a handful? No! That was something he refuses to think about at the moment.
This incompetent fool had left the dimension given to him with his 'family' to the human world to have some 'fun' as he one of them had called it when he searched its memory.
Apparently they were 'bored' and wanted to have some 'fun' so they left for the human dimension and wiped out a whole nation to feed their thrilled souls. He had just about had it with these useless things causing him problems. They didn't even spare the women and kids. They slaughtered every living human there, took a few for their personal entertainment and pleasure and went back to their little abode to 'celebrate'.
He was livid. Disgusted to say the very least.
In less than an hour hades had destroyed their beloved home. Killing every single one of them off.
Wiping out any and everything in his way. Even when he was the only one left standing on his two feet, he was not satisfied yet. He was still angry and hungry for blood.
Looking down at his ruined outfit his annoyance skyrocketed again. This was NOT what he was expecting when he stepped into the portal that brought him here. Yes. They had committed gruesome sins before but he never took the punishments so seriously. But when they decided to slaughter a whole nation that was defenseless and innocent they crossed a line.
A thick bold line.
" You know mother dearest won't be happy seeing us drenched in blood especially from these filthy creatures." Samael said out loud looking around at the temple they turned to a gravesite.
A thick black mist poured out from his eyes and quickly took the shape of Hades.
" well I'm off the hook. My outfits clean af. I'm the clean obedient little demon she birthed you know. Can't have filth on me so yeah. You're fucked." He said with a laugh.
"Not funny. Clean me up so we can go. I wouldn't want to keep her waiting. You know how she gets when we don't stick to the time she gave us." Glaring at Hades, he couldn't help but shiver in slight fright. He might be the ruler of hell but his mother could be one hell of a frightening beast when angered. Sheesh!
"Clean yourself up idiot. You look like shit." Grumbling to himself. Samael snapped his fingers and in an instant his clothes were devoid of any and all stains. Looking crisp and clean he stuck his tongue out at hades and walked back into the temple with hades following closely behind only after rolling his eyes at Sam.
"Let's just get this over with and get the fuck out of here. This place stinks."