The sinful flesh scared by the aions of inner turmoil released from it's cage a hoarse piercing cry.
It was the Black Swordsman alone before the heavans, covered in blood of thousands of disqusting xeno
spawn once known as the na'vi but now just piles of meat, he laughted like the singing mountain
kissing the sky. War is the only nature, liberal weaklings cry about this big bad truth but it is the
only way. The strong feet on the weak, and there can never be peace. Wagnerian gaze entered his
brooding soul, clouds penetrated the outer heavens and somewhere in the distance thesaurus was resting.
"Over the mountains watching the watcher." thinkerized the swordsman to his gloomy soul while covered
in blood from the ruined skulls of filthy xenos.
But suddenly out of nowhere the emerald winds of destiny disturbed the sleeping eye of tyrants sin.
Sumned from the blood of fallen xeno scum lusty Daemoness stood erect before him. He grabbed his wet
chainsword to meet her, "So this is the famous Black Swordsman!" she orgasmulated sensuously. I am the
inquisitor of his holy Majesty the God Emperor of Man, step aside or feel my steel inside you. "Your
steel is long but can you handle it?" she asked playfuly. " I will penetrate your naked flesh with my
cyclopean raw chainsword if you don't shut up wrench!". "Such nasty words from such a big strong man!"
she climahed lustily. "Thats enuff, you die for your heresy!" he ejaculated in his lonlines!
The battel has begun. THe daemoness flew orgiasticaly to bite of his head but he dodged her amorous
attack. He used his loong manly sword to block her claws. She grabbed the sword with both of her claws
and started to bite it with her adamantium teeff. "My sword, my prade!" erectulated the Black Swordsman
in panic. But then he grabbed his holy laser vepon. He used the vepon to blind the beast and pull his
proud sword from her grip.
'So you know how to fight after all!" orgiasted the daemoness her mouth wet from saliva. "I can give
you all the ritches of the universe!" climaxed the creature. "Do not tempt me, you wrench!" ejected
the swordsman. "Wery well, sobe it!" moaned the beast. The lonely earth shakes and weeps from the heat
of their conflict. They fought for what seemed for aeons. When the daemoness finaly menaged to wound
the froud swordsman. "Had enough?!" she groaned, her mouth wet and her lusty sight orb fixated on the
our noble hero. "Never!" he raged in his rage and lunged foreward to shash her skull fith his raw
manly chainsword.
But the creature dodged the attack. The hour was late and they were both getting tired. They were like
titans from the unsung songs of ancient times. But then in this final moment of extasy Black Swordsman
used his vepon to destructulate the creatures eye. "Oh no thesaurus weep for me!" she wept for her
cruel fate. "Any last words wrench?!" inquired the swordsman whimsicoricaly.
Bu then suddenly out of nowhere the creature disapeared leaving nothing in her place. "What trickery is
this!" extrapolated the Swordsman. He was a lone at the field of battle. But then he realized that
killin the daemoness was impossible just like the impossible dreams of mankind, such was the crul
Wagnerian fate. oh bleak stars weep for us all in our hour of darkness. You who pierce the Odin's sky,
you who give us light in our brooding light. The ragnarok awaits like the thing that awaits at hte end!
But the Swordsman cried not, he walked silently to meet the sunset like he always do. New adventures
await for his. To glory my deer readers, to glory. Be the princes of the crimson apocalypse. To Ragnarok!