Monday, April 25, 2011

The Sweetest Of Tyrants - A warning

The devil came and spoke of war.....
He wore a black coat and hid his face behind a mask. The face of death.
He came to give a warning and this the angel said to him,
"Why does he let this pain go on? If he loves with no limit then love us all! Those people who hate, steal and kill are deaths for the taking. Let Hades have his way. Heaven will be a much better place without those parasites, suites the underworld good."
The black figure soon stood up, brought up his blade and held it close to his neck, and said,
" Your ignorance for the dead has offended me for the last time. If you come down a path, and hear a scream I'll take your soul and sell it for gold down a poor, damned village.
I'll sell your blood to pigs and wolves, make a vest with your flesh. This will be the last warning I'll have in here."
His black eyes flinched just for a second, between the blink. So swift , so fast. The angels sword came fast and held the deatheater's torso against the wall.
Soon the katana was drenched in blood, blood so dirty it made the place stink of death.
"How could you?! This is an act of war!! You fool! They'll all soon die!"
The angel spoke smooth,"You act surprised. Is my impulse not familiar? I rode with Charon through out the acheron mere, and paid in holy water! My act is an act of me. I'm not afraid, I wont hide. You bring your army and I'll bring my might. Now die so slowly and say your leaves."
A twist of the blade and the deatheater broke into ashes.

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