"What will you do with me?"

"I suppose we'll have to see what exactly it is that sent you here."

"I wasn't sent here, I just happened to come here. I was exiled from my home land."

"Why?"

I murdered them all, all in one night, with my bare hands I ripped their throats out, letting the blood spurt into my mouth as I grinned in sadistic pleasure.

"They feared me, and what I was capable of. They didn't trust in my loyalty."

"We're you loyal?"

I betrayed them, killed them and their children as they slept. I held my hands in the air as I cried out into the night. I could see the shimmer of his blood all over my skin. My general, he had made his last command, he commanded me to kill all the traitors. He never said whose traitors.

"I was loyal to those I followed."

"I see. Who was it you followed?"

He was there, watching from the shadows, enjoying every second of the massacre. His golden eyes glowing in the moon light, hungry for more blood. I complied with his every wish, I killed for him and I would do it again. He laughed when they had all been killed. His laugh sent lustful shivers up and down my spine. I remember that night very well.

"My king." My face remained in stoic blankness, but if one knew me well enough, they would have seen a mischievous smirk dance across my eyes.

"Your king, you followed his orders. What made him able to control you?"

His touch.

I longed for it now, that aggressive passion we had. He consumed me, fueled my rage and power. The first night he had touched me, was the same night that I fell in love. No one had touched me before, no one had gotten close enough alive to do so. He was a God; his body sculpted and firm, shone golden in the red moon. I was by the river, washing my self off from my night of fun. I had killed a whole party of bandits who thought they would rape me. Their blood tasted dirty, and I had no use for money, but their horses we're beautiful.I stole them all and set them free. I was lost in thought as he approached, silently creeping up behind me. The scent of fresh blood must have caught his attention.

"He was a strong leader, worthy of my services. He was my equal."

"So he could restrain you? He must have had some sort of control over you."

Control, I nearly laughed out loud. He didn't control me he consumed me. Every breath made me lust for him, desires raged out of control whenever he approached. His very scent drove me crazy. We drove each other crazy.

"You could say he commanded my attention. I listened to him, as I said, he was my king."

"Very well. If I may be as so bold to ask, will you work for us?"

I had to think that maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I could destroy a whole world, and maybe he would come to me again. Maybe I could lure him to me, my lover.

"What is it you wish me to do, if I decide to work for you?"

"Kill our enemies."

I grinned, startling the man in front of me. He was shocked, most likely due to my sudden and only facial expression.

"I agree, but on one term." He nodded. "I work alone." I could sense he was troubled, even before his eyebrows furled together in contemplation.

"That may be a problem, you see, we have another mighty warrior on board. He takes a distinct pleasure in killing people and burning cities."

Maybe this world won't be so bad; at least some one else isn't morally tied down. I'm sure he won't be a problem though, if he decides he doesn't like me.

"I guess he'll just have to suck it up then, too bad for him. May I introduce you to him tonight?"

Why not, the sooner I get out there and spray the scent of blood into the wind, the sooner he'll come. I pray he'll come for me, I want to see him, even if for the last time.

"It would be my pleasure."

"Good. He will be your leader for now, please obey his orders."

"To an extent, I will carry out his every command."

I will not lose all of my free will to anyone.

"Excellent."

I waited, as he walked over to his desk and pushed a button.

"Dilandau, please report to my office immediately. That is a direct order."

Why had he paused before saying the last part?

"It will be awhile before he arrives. Please take a seat Ms…I'm sorry, I haven't asked your name yet."

"Shiva, my name is Shiva." Not like it mattered much what you called me. I could care less, though no one ever lived when they called me 'woman'.

He just nodded and pointed to a chair, a chair that I reluctantly sat upon. He told me his name earlier, when I appeared in his office suddenly and out of thin air. I guess he was trying to set up good relations. Now that I think about it, he had mentioned something about the 'sacred moon' and a 'winged goddess'. The disappointment was clear when I informed him I had no idea of what he spoke.

The light, as beautiful as it may have appeared, hurt like hell. It was a banishing spell set upon me by those stupid cult leaders. Bastards hated me more than they did the people who crucified them. Maybe it wasn't hate; maybe it was fear, fear of my total disregard for life. I could careless who I killed, if they bled, they we're worth killing. Whether blind or stupid, they only saw the glint in my eyes when I killed. How I missed those days, when I was free to roam. Even before I met him, I was feared by all those smart enough to fear death. How many planets had I desolated? How many people had I killed?

The door slid open and immediately I could hear his ranting.

"Folken, what the hell do you think you're doing? I'm fucking in the middle of training my soldiers! What could be so fucking important that you couldn't wait for me to finish!"

I could hear Folken sigh, and stand up. I kept my eyes closed, waiting for him to say my name.

"Dilandau, I would like to introduce you to your newest member of the Dragon Slayers."

Dilandau visibly shook at that, "What! How dare you decide to add some random person to my elite, Folken, elite dragon slayers! I choose who I deem worthy of the title!"

Great, he was an egomaniac.

"Dilandau, I would like to introduce you to Shiva."

As soon as I heard my name, I rose. Folken still held his arm out, directing Dilandau's attention to my corner. He stood there; jaw locked in a distinct growl. I felt his eyes scan over me, examining my every detail. Not that I had any detail, I kept it all hidden carefully under my cloak. His eyes stopped on my face, locked on to my eyes. I look of questioning fazed over his face.

"Dilandau, this is the newest addition to your group. She will follow your every command, to an extent. When you go to battle tomorrow morning, she will be the only one fighting, understand?"

I knew Dilandau hated the idea, the whole situation, but he would have to suck it up.

"Fine." All he said was fine before he stormed off into the hallway.

"Should I follow him?" I asked looking over at Folken.

"No, you should prepare for your battle at dawn. I'll have some one show you your room."

"I see. Then I shall prepare."

Even though I was ready to fight at any moment. I wanted to check out this craft I had landed on. If I slept, I would have only dreamed of him.