||Book one of the "TWILIGHT OF THE GODS" series||
When Milen and Akillim, two survivors merely fighting to escape the death sentence of their emperors, find themselves using their magic and skill to save those around them as an extension, they are y...
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An Epitome of love, lust, and desire. "Sealed with a Kiss" are sacred, and so is laying, enslaved to a woman's lechery; caught between the perfume of her breast and warm embrace, Climaxing to the erupting pleasure savored between her hips, but yet lost to the wilderness of pain, pain upon the sight of the flowing streams of blood and horde of corpses, Washed down by the greed and sins of men who wanted more, but valued less; They bathed and made merry in their filthy lucre, unwary of the dawning end...
Pfft! I spit on their gold, and sully their virgins; capture their brides, and make mine their empire. Pray thee that ye find their blood flowing down a pike with their head mounted at the top, for that is my pledge and the reason for my blade.
~ MilenGeyr
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"I dare say," Milen spun the barrel of his pistol upon inserting the last bullet, clasped it, and aimed at his head.
The man's teeth chattered and his eyes grew hefty and darker, as he bore the sight of the man whose shot can steal away a man's life without conferring a shred of remorse.
"nothing crowned a soothing grace than these sermons of claws and harlotry: kiss and kill, or relish in the rich aroma of blood and tears of a benign yet malicious hunt." The man's teeth clutched shut, and a ball of gulp trudged down his throat the moment Milen's finger slowly forced down the trigger, and he knew that all of Milen's instinct wished for the crimson flow from his death.
Milen pressed and held the trigger, listening to the bullet bore through the man's skull. He watched him first drop to his knees, before falling on his sides. "I did warn you, didn't I? And watching death take its course, is... it is raw ecstasy!"
A grin grew on his lips, yet his tongue stiffened in disgust, and curses rampaged in his head.
Milen hated himself for ending a life, but as taught, he is obliged to love the art of the kill even more than the guilty sight and nauseating stench of blood.
