From Ashes

"Who are you?" a frightened member of the Black Church step back with his shaking knees under him.

"Your nightmare." I said as I unsheath the broad sword while I move towards him, my blank purple eyes never leave his awful face. His sorry state sings to me, it makes a man enough to be sick.

I raise the sword above my head as I slashed his body into half, his blood sprayed against my face and his guts scattered anywhere.

Another night of the hunt.

Another piece of me dies.

Another fragment of my memory fades away along with my conscience.

I eliminated another threat, but not the one I am seeking for.

The man who has a magneficent wings of nebulae and golden feathers, frightening enough to make a coward run with his knees.

His cold and vacant brown orbs that can make a man shudder to his bones.

But not to me, he is just another prey to be eliminated and now, I want him dead.