[private] This Is The End- {Violence}

[violence]

violence

Cry havoc, and let loose the dogs of war, the saying goes, and today she cries havoc.
She cries havoc because her world has been irrevocably shifted, warped, her very essence stripped away without a second thought. Cries havoc because she has been forced to forge a new home in a dreadful land with a foolish god-king.

She doesn’t know if her plan will work, doesn’t care, any more – all she knows is he is a fool before her, and she is lost without the necromantic core of herself.
All she knows is the sound of his blood sings hot in her ears.

She has not killed before, not in this form (she has in other ways – in the minds of her monster-sister, hunting), but some things come natural.
The way a horn finds a heart, for example.
She sets upon him, the horn serving its purpose, and his flesh parts before her. He fights, and she feels the blows, but they are distant, as if being struck upon someone else.
His blood drowns all else.
And oh, there is blood, rivers of it, it pours out into the dusty ground, it pours upon her forehead like sweat.
Again and again, the horn finds its mark.
Again and again, she cries havoc.

I’d stay the hand of god, but war is on your lips

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