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

A matter of scales

Speech = ''.....''

Thoughts = [... ...]

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...Tock, tock..who is there? Surely not a dragon...

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A day had passed since the events in the capital city.

His duel with the young human and that woman was barely a distant memory despite the closeness and recency of the events, just another small drop into an already overfilled ocean of memories and thoughts..

Most filled with blood and screams, though if they were his or another's was sometimes hard to know...

At least this time..., he was no longer been pressed by the ever reaching and ever demanding need to kill as he had since he had first taken his first step in this world.

Pushing him, demanding on him, calling out its deserved tribute...

All those bandits and cultist dead in a single day...., without adding the structural damage incurred into the city itself he had tore through.

Though if one considered with the body count he used to do in the Abyss or in the great war it was not much.

Now, as improbable as it sounded he remained still...

Sitting over a rock

In the a dead forest covered with mist that he had found as he travelled through the air...

Truly, he did not know this world had this kind of place waiting just around the corner. Especially after the lack of true terror or corruption that he had wished for if only to find any semblance of familiarity with where he came from in this place...

It was gloomy, dark and grim as if a heavenly creature had used a massive brush of cold and dark palette of colours and spill it all over around him with neither control or desire to do so.

Robbing the soil of its colour and leaving his surrounding completely devoid of intelligent life. The air toxic and brimming with magic, clearly capable to bring down to its knees a grown man, unable to leave as the mist clouded its victims senses, stopping them from ever leaving.

But they did not affect him in the slightest....

There was no mist capable to confuse him and warp his sense of direction, nor there was poison strong enough to slow him down. Especially when the one he had been taking for centuries, meant to melt and corrode his very own body failed to do so and wound continue as such. Only making his regeneration been into overdrive, adapting, growing stronger and forcing him to take even bigger doses..., creating a strange loop in which he found himself at the end of it.

The silence mixed with that sorrowful breeze that came from the distant, secluded edges of the forest could be mistaken by the pained howls of souls in agony, trapped forever in these misty woods, that...and the seething sound of the negativity that emanated from the very ground beneath his heels from time to time really did the difference.

It was perfect...

And so, he had found this little spot to recluse himself for at least as long as he saw it fit. Though given the fact that he was incapable of standing still for too long in one place it would mean that his stay would not be that long...

It also seemed that the slime were attracted to him, the sound of their squishy bodies mounting over one another or just rolling down the grass field like dogs could be heard if not simply seen from where he stood.