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

The sins of the arrogant

Speech = ''.....''

Thoughts =  [... ...]

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...They can kill us, but they can not take our Light from us...

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The past

Even through the shields, the impact made the fortress shake like a house of cards inside a hurricane.

With a screech of tortured stone and bending steel, walls cracked and statues fall from their alcoves and crash down the stone ground almost a few hundred meters below, shattering into million pieces..

Splinters of stone and sharp hunks of metal flashing across the ground and halls like shrapnel now that there were no longer any windows to shatter in their stead...

From the command post he watched the projections of the war table flicker and change..., positions lost, others recovered while others had been long lost, so utterly demolished that it was hard to believe something else had been there before..

Battles ensuing all across the table and beyond its limits, locations standing tall and with pride over the blacken skies even if they were barely rubble, others... long lost or won by either the tenacity of its defendants or the voracity of the hordes pushing through with sheer spite and stubbornness to fuel them.

The field was hectic with activity, perhaps even faster than the magic fuelling the projection could reflect the results with accuracy, but he would have what he could get....

He sighed, and with it a feeling of heaviness came. He could feel, for the first time in a long time the grafts in his skin, the metal, the energy and the scars woven through his bones and flesh.

It was not looking good..

The green spots spoke of the controlled areas he had yet under his control.

But by now, most of the surrounding areas on the outer and middle levels had become hostile as the table appeared to glow like a red star on its own, dots of red moving slowly or faster all through the broken and crooked paths projected into view ..., depending on the hotspot that his unblinking eyes glared at.

He frowned...., shadows forming under his eyes that would have brought a steadfast man to an abrupt shock if they had been noticeable under the iron helmet he bore.

This was no battle..

No, such name sake had no value in these fields of ashes and molten rock nor it was able to convey the feelings stirring up inside the more he watched it unfold...

Rather a grinding of meat and bone of massive proportions, were the blades of carnage mawed the flesh and hacked the souls the same way a psyche would through a field.

But as horrifying this bloodbath was it was the true reason why he was there, to help on funnelling down this horde.., and if possible.., doing more than just thinning their ranks and delivering a crippling blow to their foes.

Their efforts had met obvious resistance from the beasts who had considered themselves the attackers, but if the cost of life was horrific, it was the very world they stood on that had suffered the most.

The ground had grown sickly with the corruption. The skies were bleeding all over them, torn down by a massive gash that cut the horizon almost in half. Connecting reality with the other side...