Revenge Of a Nation

His nation was burnt to ashes.
The once lively villages were pillaged and left no signs of life,
not even a tree would grow near the remains.
No one was spared, not even children.
The citizens burned with their kingdom until the end, souls wailing in despair.

Flinn coughed blood as his stomach was plunged by a wide sword. He just returned home to see his daughter die in front of his eyes to a man wearing purple armor, a soldier of the neighboring nation, Vernon. The same man turned to look at him and quickly put his life at an end with his sword.

Flinn wouldn't die so easily and turned to the soldier, his eyes aflame. He kneeled unable to stand and glared into the soldier's eyes full of a deep hatred. "I swear on behalf of the Scarlet kingdom, Hell, and Heaven, I, Flinn Hale, will bring a death greater than grim reaper himself upon your entire Kingdom. This is my promise to you, soldier of Vernon."

His vengeance shook the underworld and soared above the heavens attracting the gods.

With that Flinn went limp but his eyes were never ceasing the raging flames that would carry onto his soul in the afterlife.

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This is still a draft/story in progress