Ares (blood_lust) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2009-05-16 16:03:00 |
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Current mood: | angry |
Who: Ares (and Kakia)
What: Killing people
Where: Ukraine
When: Post-dated to Wednesday. Sorry, I fail
Warnings: Violence and foreshadowing of rape in post. Comments will probably have more of the same.
It was the second village he'd hit today. He'd done three the day before and one over the course of the night and word had started to filter from village to village.
They were ready for him. Appearing along the outskirts, Ares surveyed the men clustered in an arc at the center of town. In their hands were shovels, pitchforks, butcher knifes, anything they could find to arm themselves. A laugh boomed out of him, one that shook the sides of the shabby buildings that lined the streets.
"You think those will stop me? Nothing can stop me. I am your destruction!" They stood their ground, which Ares respected, but he could still smell their fear. It was a thick stink that rose above them. His nostrils flared and his gaze shifted towards one of the buildings standing off to the side. The sweet smell of women came off it in droves. The morons left their women in town. Eyes that burned a hot steel blue, moved back to the crowd of men.
"Your women are mine."
The crowd surged forward at his words. Standing his ground, Ares waited for them to come to him.
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He worked his way through the mob. Screams sounded as he hacked into mortals who had done nothing wrong but be in his way. One begged for his life before Ares shoved his sword into his throat. One begged for the life of his children, and Ares let him go. An act of mercy shown only to those who deserved it. Blood flowed from those that didn't. A pitchfork caught him in the leg and with a sweep of his hand, five men men flying against a wall. They were simply no match for him. Soon, there was nothing but a river of blood in the town center. Once a place of light and laughter, now it stood littered with bodies.
It was an easy win and one that did nothing to ease the need for more. And, oh, there would be more. The next town was merely steps away and in a whole other country, but first, he had one last task.
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The door slammed open and the hopeful looks directed towards it turned into fear. This was not their men come to rescue them. This was vengeance come to punish them.