Damien felt giddy, it seemed he was never fully satisfied unless he was in battle or reaping lives. He laughed aloud as he cut down person after person. His eyes no longer glowing all his enemies saw were a mad darkness coming from his gaze. Their fear was palpable at this point. Leaking from every orifice in their sweat. In their tears. In their blood. For Damien, it was intoxicating. If only he could remember why.
After a day and a half there had been none to withstand even a single one of his blows. He has cut down thousands upon thousands. He was tired now, hungry and thirsty. Yet he looked on and saw plenty of fresh soldiers. Each and every one may be terrified but that didn't sway their resolve. They just grit their teeth and pushed forward. It was commendable. Unfortunately for them though commendable it didn't matter, he would cut down any who stood in his way.
Damien sighed tiredly "I guess I need to make some space." He checked his soul essence. "Ah I've got enough I can get it back with the space I create." He closed his eyes and reached his hand out. A massive black glaive appeared above his head, it was wreathed in flames that were so dark it seemed they were sucking the light away. In the center of the glaive was another orb like his first attack, the difference was this one was both white and black. This one drained him a lot mostly because he could choose how much essence to put into this one. He saved himself just a thousandth of what was left of his essence. Enough to eat and drink and then sleep to replenish his essence.
Every enemy within ten kilometers felt the aura of power rise from where Damien was. The ones in front rushed him hoping to end his concentration. The panic and desperation in their eyes was enough to make even him feel bad about what was about to happen. Nevertheless. He threw his hand forward and the glaive zoomed off with a sonic *BOOOOOM* the blast back knocking Damien back several meters his feet making deep grooves in the earth. He took a knee in exhaustion looking up to see the damage, sweat dripping from his brow and down his face.
Chaos ensued. The glaive cut straight through every soldier in its way for several kilometers before landing in the ground. Damien's eyes widened. "Not far enough" he got up and launched himself back, looking to his left and right seeing his comrades do the same. They covered half the distance they had pushed through in a couple seconds. He sat back down utterly exhausted. "This should be just far enough." He watched as darkness and light intermingled exploded as far as his vision could see. It was like a storm of death.
He watched and listened as the cloud brought death and despair to his enemies. Their cries carrying over on the wind. His body was soaked in blood as he sat in the aftermath of his first onslaught. Body parts, blood, shit, guts. People never mentioned how ugly death during war was. When a body dies all the muscles relax releasing the bowels and bladder to mix in with the flesh, blood, guts, and bones. It was grotesque and sickening. The smell was putrid. Ugly in every sense of the word. Yet Damien was mostly unfazed. Only the smell got to him if anything. As for the rest of it he felt as if he were an artist, the land his canvas, and the slaughter his masterpiece.
He perched himself on a pile of bodies and reached at his neck where a necklace lay. A locket was attached and he unhooked it. The button to the locket actually opened a pocket of space where he could hold food, items, or even people if he so wished. He reached in and grabbed plate, some utensils and some food items. He also grabbed a small cooker which he lit with a wave of a finger. It was time to eat and rest.
Damien woke from his dream with a start. "Damn it!" His tiny voice came out unintended. He covered his mouth quickly and looked around from his back. "Whew" he sighed in relief it seemed the other had already woken up and left for the day. He wiped his brow and cooed loudly. He was hungry and definitely had soiled himself in his sleep. "I can't wait till I can do shit on my own this is bullshit."
"Well little tike, it seems your sister wasn't lying about your intelligence."