We are death.
We are unstoppable.
We are unbreakable.
We are his flaming fist.
No battlefield is unreachable to us.
No fortress is impenetrable.
No enemy is safe.
No one is safe.
We are his fury, waiting to be unleashed.
We are his servants, his Angels of Death.
He Who Once Sat on the Throne has not needed us.
We obey, for he is our everlasting Lord.
But He has noticed, He has watched.
This world has corruption.
The stench of the Arch-Enemy is clear.
He was followed.
He will not tolerate such trespasses.
We are unleashed.
We have work to do.
A bit of a side-project, to help expand the world I'm building here. Still working on the next chapter! Writing is hard. until next time!