Chaos is God in a system of true disorder. And I seek to my title of God, I have no care for whoever crumples to nothing in my persuit to achieve such.
Once essential hunger precautioning him of death, now only superficial desperation. Gluttony.-Palace Of Ulric Labyrinths, Elvira Crest.
|Hezkeil- Date unknown|
"FOLLOW THE instructions given to you by your superiors," came a stringent demand, the voice belonging to the large man who stood at the peak of the kingdom walls, overwatching the horror taking place below them. Black and white battled below, the clashes of metal and blood reverberating the space. His bright brow lifted as he took a glance at the small battalion in waiting just behind him, fingers in rigid salute. Ginger, almost so light you would think he was missing them as the light of the battle before they shun on him. The black robes that cloaked him swayed light against his shins, hair unmoving as the shortly outgrown buzz glared furious in the sunlight, his head adorned with scars of many triumphs of his battles before.
A woman snapped into salute beside him, muttering a single sentence before her lips quivered into a taped close, "Offensive contact has been made with Orcus's Kerr, 2nd general sir!" She hesitantly cleared her throat before continuing, "Four of our units have been demolished, sir, reports say the bodies are not retrievable...they have been secured by enemy personnel and..to be..."
"Yes?"
"Burned and displayed, sir."
"Savages!" an enraged voice broke from the formation, an outcry that was quickly hushed with warning glares from the superior officers stood before the crowd.
No reply was given by the second general, only the slight uplift of the man's lip as he turned back to the fight before them, the weak stroke of wind picking up at the dark robes that bore his Hezkeil crest.
A low hum rumbled low of his throat as he spoke, "Any deserters will be punished with the blood of their families. Whether that is in the form of the Hezkeil front capturing them after the battle as blood traitors or the Orcus brutes claiming your homes, raping and murdering your loved ones and completely wiping our race out of existence." He lifted his hand, reaching up to the endless skies. "Either way, we must hold strong and commence with our mission." A brutal buzz resounded in the air as he dropped his arm to point to the havoc taking place before then in a chopping motion, jumping off both the dead and the living.
"The termination of Kerr Gregn."
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THE CAVERN respired a sigh of dim secrets, every buffering candle radiating its light upon the weathered stone. A tapestry of disconcerting emblems clung to the rocky walls, a mosaic of a disfigured bull that seemed to leer with malevolent intent. Chains, formidable and unforgiving, melded into the very bedrock of the cave, there hold a relentless grasp on the figure they shackled.
