Azure eyes glowed in the thick darkness, poking holes in the blanket of night that had taken hold of the ancient woods. The coldness contained within the ice-blue gaze would send shivers down even the most seasoned of soldiers.
The eyes surveyed the prostrated heads of the men in front of it, the men who had, just seconds ago, been so proud. Mere ants rearing their heads in front of him; the idea was laughable.
Now, however, these ants carried none of their usual arrogance. Sweat fell off their brows as they begged and pleaded for their lives, offering up all the wealth that they had gathered in all their lives. Meaningless trinkets in his eyes.
With a bored sigh, the being shrouded in darkness waved his hand, extinguishing the worthless lives of the men before him. None of them were worthy of his benevolence. Spineless, weak-willed, and stupid: the kind of people he hated most.
“Your Majesty, why kill these people when they could be turned into puppets?" a woman asked, suddenly appearing out of the darkness beside the being with blue eyes. "With their vast resources, they would make great strides in completing Your Majesty’s mission.”
She wore a pencil skirt and blouse, much like an office lady; an outfit at odds with the somber ambience. A sliver of fear flickered in her eyes, only there for an instant before her face returned to its passive state. The men whose lives had just been erased with the wave of a hand were some very prominent people in the country, each in charge of vast swathes of land. Their strength was unmistakable, even on the global stage. And yet, a simple wave was all they were worth in the end.
“I’d rather take a few months longer than have these kinds of people under me. They’re better suited to helping me recover my strength.” The being answered without even glancing at the woman. “Anyway, I’m going to absorb their cores in peace again. I trust you’ll be able to handle the matters of my mission, yes?”
The woman lowered her head obediently. “Of course, Your Majesty.”
The being smiled, before dispersing into the darkness.
Azure eyes glowed in the thick darkness, poking holes in the blanket of night that had taken hold of the ancient woods. The coldness contained within the ice-blue gaze would send shivers down even the most seasoned of soldiers.
The eyes surveyed the prostrated heads of the men in front of it, the men who had, just seconds ago, been so proud. Mere ants rearing their heads in front of him; the idea was laughable.
Now, however, these ants carried none of their usual arrogance. Sweat fell off their brows as they begged and pleaded for their lives, offering up all the wealth that they had gathered in all their lives. Meaningless trinkets in his eyes.
With a bored sigh, the being shrouded in darkness waved his hand, extinguishing the worthless lives of the men before him. None of them were worthy of his benevolence. Spineless, weak-willed, and stupid: the kind of people he hated most.
“Your Majesty, why kill these people when they could be turned into puppets?" a woman asked, suddenly appearing out of the darkness beside the being with blue eyes. "With their vast resources, they would make great strides in completing Your Majesty’s mission.”
She wore a pencil skirt and blouse, much like an office lady; an outfit at odds with the somber ambience. A sliver of fear flickered in her eyes, only there for an instant before her face returned to its passive state. The men whose lives had just been erased with the wave of a hand were some very prominent people in the country, each in charge of vast swathes of land. Their strength was unmistakable, even on the global stage. And yet, a simple wave was all they were worth in the end.
“I’d rather take a few months longer than have these kinds of people under me. They’re better suited to helping me recover my strength.” The being answered without even glancing at the woman. “Anyway, I’m going to absorb their cores in peace again. I trust you’ll be able to handle the matters of my mission, yes?”
The woman lowered her head obediently. “Of course, Your Majesty.”
The being smiled, before dispersing into the darkness.
