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She was desperate
Sweat was drenching her armor and the stench of perspiration and the blood she was clad in wasn't the sweetest of smell.
Yet the only thought in the back of her head was the fact that she was going to die today. Her life wi...
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Hell
A fantasy world with eternal punishment, where those that did wrong were chastised for their disobedience against God; against his Divinity.
Some find solace in that notion, solace in the idea that those that have done gravely wrong would be punished for their crimes that humanity couldn't do for themselves. That the Kings and Queens who store too much in their storehouse would be punished for leaving the poor to suffer and die. That the keepers of the law would pay for their transgressions for touching one's child. That the Pope who was father amongst all will be father to none in the end after his assaults on the women of the cloth.
Yet it was all fantasy, a fable to give comfort, to ensure assurance.
However, comfort wasn't what the Infinites were bred for.
Terror was a second skin and death their cloth of covering.
Their duty wasn't to be judge, jury, and executioner.
They were to bring Hell on Earth.
And Hell on Earth is what they brought.
In the midst of them among the horizon, she stood and watch it burn, The south and its castle walls, the magic barrier torn down as the dragons flew feasting on soldiers and turning everything else ash and she smiled. A smile of a free woman, the smile of free reign the smile of freedom she smiled in recolation of the previous events.
They left just as night fell, after hours of preparation clad in black, even their horses; and the beasts without the color was an ash grey. One that blended well with the light of the moon.
Silence had befallen them, as they rode briskly to their destination, The surrounding cities of their abode hadn't greeted them on their departure, no doubt they hadn't known when they departed.
A habit Persefoni would keep.
One only knows the fall of a kingdom and the one who had done it.
That way interference was limited and spies from neighbouring territories were useless.
The dragons weren't one of silence, and no doubt their wings flapping would cause great alarm but Obsidian had a thing for stealth.
