I, Of Carnage

Encounter: Prologue

"To be born of tragedy and to die as one...its strive to live was labeled as such. A creature of pure darkness and arrogance far exceeding the six primordials of time and nature."

She was thrown away by a blood-bashed sword. Its wicked edge gleamed under the heavy rain that ran down numerous fresh scars impaled onto her armor, breaking its lustrous gilded iron and carving an everlasting mark on her battered skin.

"Tsk..."

Hurling out a glob of blood from the deep cut she received, the lone figure began to laugh with tear-filled ghastly eyes - raven from the day she began to amble on this wretched earth. Dark lips now stained with crimson blood stretched into a scornful smile and her broad shoulders shook from the agonizing chuckle.

"You pathetic lot of righteous failures," it was she, donned in resplendent armor that had blood-littered engravings of a crescent moon in the shape of a curled dragon.

It was she, the downfall of mankind whose mere existence was declined and was shoved into a cage where no human lived. By the kingdoms spread far and wide, by the emperor who ruled the heavens, and by her own family and loved ones...she was stabbed a million times as one unfit for any human relationship or sense of joy.

It was she who now faced a murderous battle with armed individuals who once stood by her side as comrades.

The one who slayed the six dragons of colossal power and inherited the eternal flames of their immortal core. It was none other than the cursed moon general. Her mad eyes filled with murderous intent swallowed the remaining chance of life the enemy had as she gave host to numerous punctures bleeding fresh. Yet with even the thick trickle running down her plump lips, she growled and grabbed the hilt of her Cloud-Head Sabre and pointed it at the white-robed crowd.

"You foolish bunch!" Staggering from kneeling on one to her feet as if the previous gashes weren't made to move her heart, the general leveled *Xiwang - lined in glistening argent dominance, - "Now that I've refused to bow down to your filthy excuses you all want me dead?!"

"HAHAA!!" Throwing her head which resulted in her losing her footing and merely holding onto dear life, she cackled loud whilst swinging the Sabre loosely.

No one except herself knew the torment of her own kind standing against her in battle, to fight twenty-seven against one was such a boneless thing but it caused violent throes in her body and it felt like an invisible force was shaving off her skin while she bled and breathed at this moment.

"You," one of the white-robed men muttered silently.

"As much as you are stronger than any of us," Eyes filled with dripping venomous jealousy and malice,

"Acting so high and mighty with such arrogance is unforgivable!"

"You corrupt the righteous way." Another joined in. This one in particular had warm tender eyes.

"Nobody should behave in such a manner," another jumped in, "it's your fault entirely to lash out when there was just a minor mistake which we believe was also caused because of your irresponsibility."

"Irresponsibility?"

She tilted her head as if her ears could not register the word that was voiced by her own self. Those feral eyes rimmed with red inclined in an inhuman way. Skin brown as the light kiss of sunshine now a bit pale by the soaking rain, littered with dirt and dried blood and lethal wounds.

"Stop joking around."

Keeping the chuckles aside she growled,

- "Betraying each other while one is away by word and by action," her chest heaved,