The men had seen a figure approaching them in the far distance, Long horns piercing out its head, shoulder length hair, hair as soft as medusas', well before she was curse, he was clothed with a coat made of lions hide lined with black sheep fur, and bottoms made from pure silk crafted by the best tailors in Iden.
He approached with a wicked laugh, Dashing as fast as possible behind the guards he rips off there heads, one by one, You could hear the sound of the spine break and the oesophagus shatter, you could even hear them choke on there own blood, oh how thick that blood was.
He had kept 2 guards well enough to travel back to barkfeld, and tell there "king" That Evil is here and it intends to stay. The same men "that had taken on beasts of all shapes and sizes, with their bare hands, whilst there was blood-spewing in every direction...", ran like Bitches, headless fucking chickens.
The guards burst in the castell screaming in a panic , "King Blair!, King Blair!, we have a message For King Blair." The men half out of breath uttered this message, the king was Confused and demanded to know who had sent this Message, a thick dark smoky cloud had appeared in the middle of the room, the same figure the men had seen was emerging out of the dark smoke , the guards yelled "its him, its the devil...", he let out a louder wicked laugh than the last, his face went serious, fear and fallen into the kings eyes, he had witnessed his whole life flash before his eyes some what like a dream, he had seen how it ends for him and for all, King Blair snapped out of his dream like state and kept eye contact with the man and asked him, "Are You The Devil?" Chuckling he replied "I am many things, I'm the reason you need the light on at night, I'm the reason you cant sleep at night, I'm the reason you have so much doubt in the back of your head, I'm mischief at it finest, the provider of suffering, call me what you must, but be warned if I don't like what you have to say I'll take your tongue.
