Tik Tok....
Tik Tok....
A gold-trimmed watch slowly counts down the hours, second by second ticking by. Moments in time, lost forever in the infinite blackness of the past. It was a potent reminder of the limits placed even upon the Gods, the constraints of time that bound all of creation. That each moment was a treasure, likely to slip by without notice, and yet beautiful beyond compare. For in each of those moments, a million heroes stood up for what they believed in. A million new children were born. A million innocents were slaughtered, a million souls were tortured, a million fools proclaimed their ignorance.
Sighing, the man lit a cigar, a plume of smoke slowly floating upwards through the warm air.
Tik Tok....
Tik Tok....
Long shadows were thrown by the flames of destruction. Images of conflict, perfectly accompanied by a symphony of screams. Bloodcurling war cries, screams of agony, and that final sweet cry of death. Neighbour and neighbour held one another at swords end, blades and clubs flashing past as the slaughter commenced. Children strangled one another in the streets, clawing their opponent's eyes out, only to be sliced apart by their former guardians. An inhuman hatred, a maddening resolve to do harm. Sergal slaughtered Sergal, as those houses that still stood were painted red with blood.
Stein smiled, as he witnessed his handiwork, the plague of insanity that would soon wash over the world.
It was a sight to die for.
Tik Tok...
Tik Tok...
Twisted figures, patched together from the corpses of the fallen. Eyes glowing green, remnants of fallen soldiers, families, friends, now nothing more than a shadow. Those corpses that still remained partially intact were dragged away and thrown into a portal. Those whom had been victims, and those who had come to save. After the party, so little remained, but it fell on Stein to tidy up. After all, this world was soon to be his, it was only right that he would keep it clean.
Already, the ships of the Sergal army were gathering far above. They had not yet deployed, awaiting a substantial force to account for the unknown threat far below. After all, their scouts had been slaughtered by the ones they had intended to save. It was the kind of thing that might make one wary.
Stein stared up at the ships, knowing he had been spotted, and knowing with equal certainty that his opponents would fall into his grasp. He was not the hunter, who would stalk his prey to take it down. He was simply the shepherd, showing all the lambs the way to their doom. After all, he was not the one who held the knife.
Tik Tok....
Tik Tok....
Stein walked down the street, flanked by two of his zombies. He had gathered what he needed. Now all that was left was to set an example.
