The city of light and hope was engulfed in flames as dusk settled upon the land. Destruction was not just a means to an end for this demoness; it was an end in itself. She moved like liquid shadow, her long ebony locks cascading behind her nigh naked form. Upon her clawed fingernails, fresh blood dripped downwards upon her heavy naked bosom. Laughter played upon those menacing crimson lips, as panicked souls let loose their howls of trepidation and despair.
Half a mile away, a nearly deserted tavern was eerily quiet and still. Upon every surface were the signs of life and occupancy, filled drinks, still lit candles, partially eaten food, yet there was only one soul that remained within. His flesh seemed to be that of a man still in the spring of youth, yet his eyes told a different tale. Within those dark brown hues remained something ancient, perhaps not a given set of knowledge, but a certainty of mind that better fit a man twice his age.
Even as the screams and sounds of chaos and despair trickled into the subterranean dwelling, he seemed pensive, nursing his drink with apathy and calm. Rather suddenly the door to the dwelling burst forth, dust and smoke filling the dwelling. A young woman, clearly with child, fell to her knees coughing and sputtering through blood filled lips. The youthful mans head would turn in her direction, his eyes meeting her own. He could here her begging, yet his interest swiftly returned to his thoughts. Whilst he continued to nurse his drink, the woman crawled closer to him, pleading for his assistance. Yet even as her last breath fell from her lips he did not sway, he looked outward into the growing darkness, never shifting... never swayed.
The world beyond maintained the fury of annihilation at the hands of the female destroyer. Her eyes began to give off the faintest glow of red, as she bathed in the blood of her conquests. It was not long until her path came upon that subterranean dwelling. The scent of life had become dim within the city, yet there was still one who remained whole and healthy. With a thrust of her wicked claw she would knock the door aside, beginning to descend into the oven of smoke and flame.
"What sort of monster could remain in such an inferno as this?" She mused softly to herself, her voice obscured by the roar of flame. Despite the fact that she could not see him, she could feel his still beating heart, and she hungered for it. Inevitably her clawed hand would fall upon his thick, muscular shoulder. Yet even as she would begin to pierce the flesh, she could feel something tugging beneath her. In a flash of brilliant ethereal white, she would find the building suddenly cleared of smoke and flame. With the rush of flame now gone, she could hear his voice, his soft subtle laughter.
A sense of dread moved through her heart as her eyes fell upon the empty air where his flesh had once been. As those faintly glowing eyes would search the area around her, those thick, full, crimson lips would fall into a pout. Beneath her stretched a maze of strange symbols, glowing with that same ethereal white light. They moved in a rather chaotic patter upon the floor of the building. Slowly but surely they began to shrink, moving closer and closer about her. She would attempt to move, her eyes frantically looking for him, yet he was not there. All that remained was that soft laughter filling the room.
She watched in dismay, as a small circle of those symbols minute symbols would begin to be inscribed upon the front her naked pubis. It burned heatedly with an intense feeling of pain that she had yet to experience. She would blush slightly to think that she was enjoying the feeling as this stranger defiled her perfect form afar. She would scream out in agony, as a similar brand of shifting, and glowing white symbols began to form upon the small of her back and each of her breasts. Even as these symbols were inscribed, the pain did not completely dissipate. Her eyes would look downwards in shame, which quickly boiled into anger.
"Show yourself you filthy wretch! You will pay for this deceit. When I find you I will destroy you! Do you hear me! Do you –" Her words were suddenly cut short as that laughter would suddenly come to an end.
From shadows in the corner of the room he moved, his once omnipresent voice now coming from a single position. "Foolish creature, you fail to understand the seriousness of those bindings." Brandishing a rather ornate broad sword, marked with the very same shifting runes and symbols he would cant his head slightly to the side. "Your greed and bloodlust is your undoing. I do not condemn your slaughter, merely your unwitting challenge."
Moving close to her he would move his blade to her cheek, piercing the flesh upon her cheek. Her eyes would go wide as she felt the sting of pain, and saw the small tendrils of red fall down upon her lips. Never before had another made her bleed. "Who are you?"
That soft chuckle would pass through his lips once more. "Those who I meet in more pleasant circumstances call me Venroth." Pulling his weapon away, he would place it upon her abdomen, tracing her belly button gently. "You however. You will call me master." With a sudden lunge she felt that weapon enter her, and in a passing moment all faded to that ethereal white.
