Summary: The fires of my dominion shall spread, and one by one the parasites of this world shall fall to my blade. Nightmare's POV. Short one shot.
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will.
I swung my sword, feeling the satisfaction flow through my veins as my hit connected. I didn't even have to watch as I heard my former pathetic human host fall to his knees defeated. The purified sword flew through the air behind him as he crumbled like the defeated soul that he was. The flames of my life force formed in my hand and spread into my sword form. The eye that sat like a jewel in the pommel glowed with an inner fire that was almost impossible to look at. My satisfaction knew no bounds.
I looked down at the defeated form of Siegfried and if I had a heart I would have pitied him, but since I don't all I felt was uncontrollable anger that he had even dared try to stand against me, ME the king of the world, Me whom all these parasites will learn to fear as one by one I reap there souls for my continued survival. They will bow and obey and they will die. I raised my sword form and smiled under my mask.
"The despicable shackles that held me all these long years are now destroyed! None shall be able to stop me!"
I thrust myself down and wanted to scream in bliss and Siegfried's soul was feed to my ever hungry blade. The blade hit the ground going clean through my old opponent's body. The flames of my rage and hate erupted, cleansing the top of the tower in my unholy light. It felt good to be free, exceedingly good. I was near to being complete, only a few shards of my soul remained to be collected and then this world would come to an end. My fire, my rage would be never ending and all the mortals would feel my eternal wrath. Their screams would be my lullabies and the music that greeted my ears as I awakened. They would hate me, they would try to kill me but ultimately they would all fail.
I was immortal; all that awaited this world now was never ending bloodshed. I pulled my sword free and rejoiced over Siegfried's broken body. The fires of my happiness burnt as bright as those that licked the stone work of the towers top. The sky was clouded in the blackest smoke that filled my heart with a bliss that could not be matched. It was my turn now, my dominion and no one would survive it.
The flames of the cursed sword furiously burn. The fires of hell will soon engulf the world in despair.
A/N Short plot bunny that bit me. Please R and R, no flames thank you.