Vengeance

It's happening again, they're coming.

It was the only thing the man could think of as he tried to hide in the woods, knowing in his heart that he could never escape them, that he was doomed to be hunted by them for the rest of his life. The night was late, the venue would have been rendered pitch black if not for stars in the sky, shining their celestial light down onto the forest below, small pockets making it through the branches and lighting up small details of wood below. The forest is silent, none of the inhabitants willing to make their presence known as the hunters come. The man tries to find them, but cannot see through the darkness, his eyes unable to find any form of movement. He turns around and presses his back against the tree, his eyes wide in fear, like searching spotlights.

The man's hair is messy, filled with dirt and sweat and probably cut with a knife instead of scissors. His skin has a farmers tan from having worked in the fields for so long, and his face is covered in scars from mishaps whilst shaving. His eyes are a deep blue, two trembling seas at this terrified moment. His body is thin but muscled, days on the farm having built up muscle on his previously spindly form. His apparel is simple, barely above assorted rags in its design.

Thus, when he sees the form appear before him, he gets a full view and cannot hold back a scream of fright as he is frozen in place. In front of him, a woman stands, staring at him with dead eyes, the only emotion they seem able to convey is hatred as they appear to stare into his soul. It floats before him, it's feet barely above the now dead grass underneath it. The dress she is wearing pale and in tatters, torn by blades in some areas and singed by flame in others. Her complexion is pale, a small layer of frost coating parts of her skin that are not covered in blood.

Behind it, more and more of the phantasmal beings appear, until soon the man is surrounded by them, soldiers and guards among women and children, all of them slowly closing in on the cowering man.

"Back! It is not your place to assign judgment to such beings."

The booming voice causes the ghosts to back away, parting like a sea as a towering being appears from behind the mob, entering this realm through a burning portal leading into what can only be described as an infinite darkness. The form is at least seven feet tall, clad in obsidian colored armor, plate layered on plate to create a nearly indestructible casing around the figure. On its back is a giant sword, the blade adorned with blazing runes of fire. The armor seems to be lit from inside, as if from a great flame. It's eyes are two balls of fire, illuminating the area around the helmet, giving all a clear view of its horrifying visage. It's helmet is a black cell holding back whatever is trapped inside. As it walks, the area underneath his feet is revealed to have been burnt, small embers left behind.

"Oh gods no..." The man says, his eyes unable to close as the thing slowly comes closer to him.

When it finally reaches him it gets on one knee and gets closer to him, their faces nearly touching.

"Do you know what I am?" It says, it's voice deep and echoing in the silent forest.

"You're a demon... come to drag me down to the hells..." The man says, a tear streaking down from his cheek.

"If only you were so lucky."

As it says this, a pair of fiery wings spring out from it's back, both beautiful and terrifying, the meaning behind them clouding the wonder that should come with the sight of them.

"I am your judge, and these are your witnesses." It says as it begins to stand, spreading out both of its arms as it motions to the ghosts around him.

"Kill him. He deserves no less."

"Yes, end him, like he did us."

"Destroy the pitiful thing, it is a stain upon-"