Fear comes first...
Then you may die...
Then you may die...
"It seems in my absence some sense of peace has been greatly infused into the landscape of Fiore. How adorable. How disgusting. Twisted vines that intertwine with every decision made. How can anyone take these dark guilds seriously anymore. The battle of magnolia was....quite....embarrassing. Oh yes I have heard of it, and it has all played out quite way. Lichborne is dead, but his power remains. Deep within me. In my very core. Now I shall bring forth the end of the world, and chaos shall finally fester. I am overridden with joy." The words crept forth slowly. "Sire?" A deep raspy voice called from the eternal blackness sincerely, a large framed orge paced forward. Eyes trained at the peaceful capital of Crocus. They had arrived, on the borders of the mighty city. One man. One ogre. Nothing more, nothing less. Constantine knew very well that today would be a special occasion. "It's time we started the operation." He stated carefully as he leapt upwards into the air, moving with great speed. He was a blur as he landed in the middle of a crowd. This crowd was full of beautiful self important peons. Worthless garbage. Absolute trash. "Hmph, no. This isn't the proper formation." He stated carefully. He wore an iron mask over his face. He had ruthless aggression in his eyes. He moved through the crowds without hindrance, rushing forth with the speed of a well endowed horse. Ironically enough. He approached the Castle Gates, where he had told the rest of his strike team to assemble. He masked his face so that he could reveal himself to the king with fantastic beauty. He moved himself down a dark alleyway, awaiting the members of his flock to arrive. Today was the historic day that peace ended. [>Peace Ends<] |
credit to KIAN of BTN