Post by Odin Reeves on May 14, 2007 22:36:02 GMT -5
As though unhindered by the bone, muscle and flesh, the blade of the reapers scythe tore through the ribcage of a full grown man. Puncturing out the other side it completely shattered the marrow filled composites before creating a gyser of blood by ripping out the side of the mans chest. Falling limp before the bare feet of the pale skinned monstrosity he joined the bodies of his fellow tavern pattrons.
"Your souls have been cleansed. You may rest now."
The nearly religious words hardly reach the sound of a mouse in the corner as he whispered. Cold eyes of blood red pupils shot from body to body, following the trails of blood linking each and every corpse present. Each and every one of these bodies had been a theif, murderer, rapist, and other such lowlife during their time alive, but now, because of the pale skin reaper with thick black hair and a giant scythe, they could rest in peace.
Now came the second part of his ritual slayings, disposal of the bodies to cleanse the land of their sinful presence. Holding his left hand in near his chest his head lowered, his scythe's blade pressing against the ground as the engravings began to glow a dirty red. The light from his blade soon began to eminate from his hand as he drew if further from his chest. A trail of fading red light inked the air, creating swirling patterns, common to only the markings on his scythe. As the silent incantations were finished a dynamic snap of The Reapers body sent his left palm into the wooden boards below. The crack of his arm breaking through the board sounded throughout the room, only to be replaced with the crackling of fire.
As the fire grew Reeve's backed away, though did not head for the exit. Rather he watched as the dirty red flames caught hold of the first corpse and began to envelope it, consume it in it's begin as though feeding. It continued to grow, at a slow pace, moving from body to body, following the blood trails.
"Your souls have been cleansed. You may rest now."
The nearly religious words hardly reach the sound of a mouse in the corner as he whispered. Cold eyes of blood red pupils shot from body to body, following the trails of blood linking each and every corpse present. Each and every one of these bodies had been a theif, murderer, rapist, and other such lowlife during their time alive, but now, because of the pale skin reaper with thick black hair and a giant scythe, they could rest in peace.
Now came the second part of his ritual slayings, disposal of the bodies to cleanse the land of their sinful presence. Holding his left hand in near his chest his head lowered, his scythe's blade pressing against the ground as the engravings began to glow a dirty red. The light from his blade soon began to eminate from his hand as he drew if further from his chest. A trail of fading red light inked the air, creating swirling patterns, common to only the markings on his scythe. As the silent incantations were finished a dynamic snap of The Reapers body sent his left palm into the wooden boards below. The crack of his arm breaking through the board sounded throughout the room, only to be replaced with the crackling of fire.
As the fire grew Reeve's backed away, though did not head for the exit. Rather he watched as the dirty red flames caught hold of the first corpse and began to envelope it, consume it in it's begin as though feeding. It continued to grow, at a slow pace, moving from body to body, following the blood trails.