Thread: In the Name of the Almighty - Chronicles of the Past (Razgriz x Karameida)

War - A Side No One Expects Ares So many years. So many years since that fateful battle. A Paradise lost. Lives destroyed. Chaos now forever a part of the universal fundament. And he knew it was his fault...But he didn't care. All was lost when that monster, in an act of cowardice, stabbed his own father in the back. The boy that had brought his home to ruin, his life forever changed when he took that sword and scarred the beast that dared invade his home, rode atop the mount that had been with him through all of this. From world to world he went, answering the hungering call of his blade. Blood...It wanted blood. It wanted violence, carnage, destruction. It wanted to feed on the rage of its victims, absorb their wrath into its structure and let their bloodlust sharpen its edge. For now, it had taken the form of an axe the boy did not know how this was achieved, but it was the furthest thing from his mind. Dried crimson stained its blade-edge, but otherwise it seemed solid and undamaged. Which was a good thing, because the next planet he chose would require his weapon and his skill to be as sharp as possible. He and his mount seemed to ride through empty space, entering the atmosphere of yet another planet and coming alive in fire. They streaked down through the sky, the hooves of his steed carrying him faster and faster as the bloodlust began to overtake him. He could feel them...Warriors. Good. The last planet were nothing but sniveling fools, too afraid to face a champion head on save for a select few. Below him, a festival was occurring A feast and tournament to celebrate their queen, their own Supreme Leader. No one knew where she had come from, but she was their idol and their salvation. Through her, they became masters of the art of war, fearless even in the face of what many would consider invincible opponents. And right now, two of their best were armed with blades to match their ferocity and finesse. The spectators cheered as a man and woman fought each other despite her being half his size, she wielded her weapon with the skill of any male. However, one of them then cried out, Look! To the heavens above! Something comes! All eyes then went off the spectacle in the arena to the asteroid-like object hurtling towards them. The male in the middle snarled in delight, Yes! And it's powerful! and readied himself, apparently going to tank the hurtling object with only his body. Just then it splintered, a streak of fire splitting from the main body and striking the ground with enough momentum to utterly annihilate the foolish mortal. The impact imparted enough energy to carry the shockwave forward and completely destroy one section of the arena, killing several more. In the center of the smoking wound of the planet stood this new warrior, axe imbedded in the hardened soil. Just that in one fell strike, he took out more than two dozen seasoned battlers. He then stood up straight, lifting his weapon from the ground and the chain wrapped around his forearm rattling with a sinister satisfaction. Only to find the victim's former opponent charging at him. Ducking her frenzied swing, he swept from behind and cleaved her legs at the knees before carrying the momentum up and over and bringing the blade-head down to crack her chestpiece and split her torso open, the violent motion splitting her spine in two. A dark energy roared over him as the battleaxe drank of her blood, fueling his own power and the weapon's desire to kill. Pathetic snarled Ares as he stood straight, his gleaming red eyes peering from beneath the horned helmet as his horse came to stand beside him. Who among you is strongest? he bellowed next, starting to grow impatient as the only answer he received was silence. Though it was not in fear they held their tongue, only that they wished to glean a sort of weakness first. Anything this newcomer would offer as a vulnerability. The warrior just stared back true, he was surrounded. But being outnumbered meant more of a challenge...More bloodshed potential. The silence persisted, his glowing red eyes traveling between each face, reading that expression over and over again on each one. Cowards he then readied himself, his body tensing as he grabbed the axe's haft with both hands, Your inaction will be your downfall .