A dark smile flitted over the mazoku's face. He chuckled, "finally, a little fun." The powerful mazoku dissapperred with little more fuss then a fading of his form.
Four figures walked down a dusty road. a girl with black hair and big blue eyes smiled happily, "oh what a beautiful justic filled day!" The princess smiled. Most every one ignored her as she started to sing. That is until she hit a high note, and instead of changing note or word the word just became very long, the tone rising to a shriek of horror and pain until finally her voice broke. The leader of the small group turned a frown touching her brows. With an unnatural slowness her eyes widened in horror. Her face paled to an almost white hue and then she let go a scream that made the princesses shriek seem insignifigent.
The princess looked down to the blunt piece of wood sticing out of her abdomen. It was dark with blood and dripped gore. Her normally white tunic had turned first pink, then red around the wound. Blood gurgled behind her lips and spilled forth from her mouth. Then the wood moved once more moving upward with a cruel jerk nearly ripping the girl in half. With a dull rip her head came from her body and flew a few feet forward. the bleeding dead body fell forward, blood staining the ground.
Behind the girl stood Xelloss, his eyes open and glinting with joy. He licked his lips his staff still outstretched and dripped gore. With a sickening slurp the staff wollowed the blood and gore on it. He forced the staff into the corpse and grinned as it drank all of the blood greedily, not loosing a single drop. He laughed a haunting laugh and dissappered. Where there was four there was now three... Soon two... Then one.... then... none... Then his mission would be complete. He laughted insanly. he did so love a good hunt.
Four figures walked down a dusty road. a girl with black hair and big blue eyes smiled happily, "oh what a beautiful justic filled day!" The princess smiled. Most every one ignored her as she started to sing. That is until she hit a high note, and instead of changing note or word the word just became very long, the tone rising to a shriek of horror and pain until finally her voice broke. The leader of the small group turned a frown touching her brows. With an unnatural slowness her eyes widened in horror. Her face paled to an almost white hue and then she let go a scream that made the princesses shriek seem insignifigent.
The princess looked down to the blunt piece of wood sticing out of her abdomen. It was dark with blood and dripped gore. Her normally white tunic had turned first pink, then red around the wound. Blood gurgled behind her lips and spilled forth from her mouth. Then the wood moved once more moving upward with a cruel jerk nearly ripping the girl in half. With a dull rip her head came from her body and flew a few feet forward. the bleeding dead body fell forward, blood staining the ground.
Behind the girl stood Xelloss, his eyes open and glinting with joy. He licked his lips his staff still outstretched and dripped gore. With a sickening slurp the staff wollowed the blood and gore on it. He forced the staff into the corpse and grinned as it drank all of the blood greedily, not loosing a single drop. He laughed a haunting laugh and dissappered. Where there was four there was now three... Soon two... Then one.... then... none... Then his mission would be complete. He laughted insanly. he did so love a good hunt.