''No.. NO! PLEASE!---''
The sound of a human body being penetrated by a sharper object was heard and interpretated louder than it actually were because of the complete silence.
A warrior clad in steel armor had won a fight-to-the-death with a contender who was not yet ready to do so. For some reason, he however dared to challenge the victor and ended up getting one through the heart.
His name was Persules, a gladiator that fought to earn a living. More like a assassin for pleasure, you'd say.
Ofcourse, Marchosias wasn't a holy angel himself. He was as bloody as can be but he had his reasons. He however, was prepared to die. It was raining, and the sound of rain hitting the ground momentarily made his footsteps make zero to a little noise, so that no one heard the man coming.
Or was he a man?
A pure monster, disguised as a human.
The sound of a human body being penetrated by a sharper object was heard and interpretated louder than it actually were because of the complete silence.
A warrior clad in steel armor had won a fight-to-the-death with a contender who was not yet ready to do so. For some reason, he however dared to challenge the victor and ended up getting one through the heart.
His name was Persules, a gladiator that fought to earn a living. More like a assassin for pleasure, you'd say.
Ofcourse, Marchosias wasn't a holy angel himself. He was as bloody as can be but he had his reasons. He however, was prepared to die. It was raining, and the sound of rain hitting the ground momentarily made his footsteps make zero to a little noise, so that no one heard the man coming.
Or was he a man?
A pure monster, disguised as a human.