A repugnant smell filled the air. A child walked with gusto through a field of contorted bodies. The blood and gore were dirtying the child's shoes, and it was exasperating him. The child hated the unsightly look of gore but had to do something.
He tightened his fist.
He knew of an impending disaster, and he made an egregious mistake.
He searched through body and body, and when all seemed lost, he saw a yellow soul. He gasped in surprise and jostled through knolls of disfigured bodies.
he leaped at the spirit with his armored hands, capturing it, and he sat down, rejecting what he had seen.
He chuckled darkly.
Ominous white pristine energy emerged from his hands, he placed the energy into the heart of the soul.
He had just caused another hideous crime, and how uncanny it was.
Then he raised the soul up to the sky, and it pierced into the mortal realm.