Tales of Nyandor 6: Trials of the void

Chapter 4

Blood flowed trough the city of Nyandor. The armies of Aztaroth marched in with all the beasts chained to their will.

Every single citizen even suspected of disloyalty was executed on sight and those who tried to protest or fight back was massacred. The city was gripped by panic and quickly falling into madness. Houses burned, streets were colored red and bodies left hanging from trees, lamps and tied to houses as a message. And that message was that hope was gone, all of humanity had lost. Aztaroth stood upon the highest balcony of the citadel, watching the pillars of smoke rise towards the air as the sight looked eerily similar to that of a warzone.

'Soon my dearest. My plan is almost finished and I'll have you back. We will take our place as supreme rulers of this world, one continent at the time.' he spoke to her, even from any other perception he spoke to himself.

He turned and walked to the war room, meeting his generals and void knights. 'What's the status of the witch hunters?' he immediately got to business. 'They gone from a menace to an annoyance. Really I don't see why people fear them so much.'

'We have another problem tough. There's a new city up north at the island off the coast of Snowlands. Thousands of refugees came together and built it after we conquered them.'

'Then we wipe them out. Prepare an army both on ship and on foot. No one defies me and lives to tell the tale.'

'I suspected you would say that lord. So I took the liberty of getting started. In a few days we will be ready to march.' 'I want no prisoners from those rebellious slaves. Kill every last one.' 'Your will be done.'