There was nothing left of Fortuna church or even half of the town for that matter. Ripping it up from the inside out, he had leveled buildings, toppled statues of the "Great Knight" Sparda. Every last soul within the city that had dared to prevent him from exacting his revenge...was ripped asunder.
He spared only the women and children...as much as a monster as he claimed to be, he would never take the lives of the innocent. As much as he didn't want to. There had only been a spare few children and women that got in his way, that had dared to pull a weapon upon him.
He gave them a painless death, not wishing to seem them suffer...yet with every life he took, the madness within him grew more twisted, as if he had starved it.
As the city burned, he was onto his next target, the man that he was tied to, the one that kept him bound for all eternity in a pit of Hellish torment. Waking up with daily wounds from the mans battles, forced to remember the days of unending torment he was put through because of THAT individual.
A snarl rumbled up from his chest as he slammed his fist through yet another statue of Sparda. "Sickin'...the way they worship your bloodline." Shifting his gaze down to the broken visage of the "Great Knight" a sickening grin spread over his features.
Kneeling down, he picked up the half broken face, cocking his head to one side. "And what would you have to say if you knew I fucked one of your precious...sons..." He said bitterly, crushing the stone in his hand.
He loathed their bloodline, even more so he hated that he was that mans shadow. The shadows around him began to shift and tremble, one curling up onto his shoulder as it whispered what his next move should be. Onyx/Crimson hues narrowed, a grin curved over his lips, baring black fangs as he let out an inhuman chuckle.
"...Your friends are next...you pathetic piece of shit...and then I'm comin' for you."