Life on Mars
Star
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
For to long the elves had lived peacefully in their kingdom, arrogantly believing they were safe from all harm. They allowed themselves to grow weak, to forget the horrors that lived in the old time. Creatures that thrived on suffering and devoured the flesh of the innocent. Such creatures had been reduced to the stuff of legends and placed in the history books, something to frighten children at night into obeying their parents.
And so, when the demon armies returned, the elves were quickly reduced children once more.
His kind had overrun the elven defenses, slaughtering their warriors and desecrating their bodies. The elven kingdom was soon overrun as the walls collapsed from the surge of demons, each one calling out for blood amongst the screams of terror. From all sides they swarmed in falling upon the powerless civilians, killing men and raping the women. Screams echoed into the night, praying for a sunrise that would never come. By the end of the week, black clouds covered the skies and the land was covered in ash and blood.
The once beautiful castle was reduced to a spire of despair. The once pristine white walls were scared with battle marks, walls crumbled leaving areas exposed to the elements. The walls were littered with bodies as demons prowled the corridors, having their way with the maids and once-noble women. All of this was done in his name: Arbigor, King of Legions that wasted this land.
He stood in the throne room, almost seven feet tall with dark red skin and black horns. A serpentine tail snaked out of his black armor, scaly and with evil intent. A bool of blood lay at his feet. He had taken out the last of the elven resistance himself, killing the royal guard and executing the King and Queen himself. Their bodies lay not a few feet away, directly in front of the last of the Royal line.
And so, when the demon armies returned, the elves were quickly reduced children once more.
His kind had overrun the elven defenses, slaughtering their warriors and desecrating their bodies. The elven kingdom was soon overrun as the walls collapsed from the surge of demons, each one calling out for blood amongst the screams of terror. From all sides they swarmed in falling upon the powerless civilians, killing men and raping the women. Screams echoed into the night, praying for a sunrise that would never come. By the end of the week, black clouds covered the skies and the land was covered in ash and blood.
The once beautiful castle was reduced to a spire of despair. The once pristine white walls were scared with battle marks, walls crumbled leaving areas exposed to the elements. The walls were littered with bodies as demons prowled the corridors, having their way with the maids and once-noble women. All of this was done in his name: Arbigor, King of Legions that wasted this land.
He stood in the throne room, almost seven feet tall with dark red skin and black horns. A serpentine tail snaked out of his black armor, scaly and with evil intent. A bool of blood lay at his feet. He had taken out the last of the elven resistance himself, killing the royal guard and executing the King and Queen himself. Their bodies lay not a few feet away, directly in front of the last of the Royal line.