Adrian sunk his sword into the blood soaked mud of the battlefield, looking over the carnage he and his army had caused - before, of course, he had wreaked his own carnage on the remaining members of the army which he no longer needed. It had taken a long sixteen years of bloody, vicious war. Many good men had died, and many of them had died by his own hands. He had watched in glee as the life drained from their eyes, the air unable to reach their lungs as he crushed their throats, as their blood spilled to the ground from around his sword, pinned through their chest cavity.
He was almost sad that it was over. He wouldn't have anyone left to play with. Now that the world was his oyster, and there was not a man, woman or child left alive who did not fear his very name, Adrian wouldn't have much to do. It would be very difficult to satiate his bloodlust. Fortunately there were other things left for him to satiate, and plenty of time to adhere to those desires.
The world itself seemed to want to reward him for his success. From the edge of the battlefield, as if having watched the battle and approaching the final survivor, a stunning woman virtually floated over the desolate landscape and towards Adrian. Her long, flowing green dress fell around her body like a dream, framing her perfect body and always showing just the right amount of skin. Her long, black hair fell in curls around her pale, flawless face, her bright lips ever so slightly puckered, as if waiting to push themselves against the man before her.
Adrian beamed at her, desire he had not felt in some time flooding his veins. He could enjoy this woman in peace now that his battles were over. And watching her approach, that was exactly what he intended on doing.
She stopped before him, towering over him, and bent over to get down to him, her chest surging forward into his face, overtaking his vision and his mind. Her hand cupped his cheek, and he felt how hot and smooth her skin was. He could not wait to have more of it...
He reached forward to kiss her waiting lips, and as soon as he did, the world before him changed. The warmth was replaced with bitter frigidity, and hard, cragged spikes thrust out of the woman's arm as it reached forward and grabbed Adrian by the collar. The air rushed from his lungs, robbing him of breath, and he watched as a neon blue light escaped from his lips and traveled through the air towards hers. He watched, unable to move or fight, as she stole his life force before his very eyes.
She was surely an angel. But she was an angel of death, come to make him pay for his actions during his bloody, vicious war.
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