An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

A new land, a new blood

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Thoughts = [... ....]

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The air was filled with the sulphuric taste of ashes and cinders from the myriad of the towering columns of smoke that marked the location of the fires hungering and consuming entire streets, interrupted from time to time from violent and wild explosions as the flames came into contact with volatile material from certain warehouses..

Red ichor, still warm from the bodies that had failed to halt their approach, sliding down the cobblestones and filtering through the cracks like rain...

Scorching marks had melted the higher sections of entire buildings, while at ground level nothing but chunks of stone and splintered wood remained from the brutal and rapid flooding of warriors as the artillery did not stop its barrage for even one second.

Buzzing over his head like wasps made of steel infused with warp power...before they disappeared from his sight, but not his hearing as they exploded not far away. The ground shaking and bringing down those buildings that had been left with nothing but their skeleton, unleashing clouds of dust into the air...

A lone, towering figure of back steel and spiked helmet walked through the empty streets, stepping over the corpses of those who had been too foolish to resist and flattening them by the sheer weight alone. Uncaring of the way the blood cling to his black carapace or stained the white cloth of the cape he dragged around...

It paled in comparison with the stains of blood and minced meat still attached to the massive slot of what had been once an unblemished massive ebony sword, absorbing the light around him and dimming it until it appeared as if he was walking towards the core of the earth even if day had broke out by now..

Leaving nothing but the glow of his eyes to light the path before him..

Rhinor..., the crown jewel of the Zlarick empire on the Easter counties. The door to the capital and his final destination and end to this nonsensical bloodshed and corruption that had been long due several generations ago.

A bastion more than a city, famous for the only resource that it provided the rest of the nation through out the centuries.

Not for wine, gold or marble that so many times appeared on their markets. Not with the elaboration of gunpowder or the presence of factories of light cannons within their walls.

But bodies for the meat grinder...

Its walls were as tall as churches, thought to have been built to resist dragons. Known for the stubbornest of its people the city had been said that it could last a siege for a hundred years and never fall as long as the walls were high and men within retained the strength of their arms.

It fell in a day....

Quick and simple.

No games or schemes, but shock and awe....

The ground cracked under him as he shifted his feet to the side. Watching from afar how entire sections of the castle keep fell down, crumbling like a house of cards that could no longer keep themselves in place into the ground below when a bolt of magic the size of a small house slammed against the already weary and worn down walls, revealing its interior like a broken carcass where insects were still fighting a desperate, yet one sided massacre...no matter how hard they tried to push back.