[center][img]http://orig04.deviantart.net/992f/f/2016/274/0/9/blackblood_by_fenixking13-dajgrkh.png[/img][/center] [center][color=1b1464]Mithril Blackblood[/color] [color=aba000]The Golden Sword[/color] [hider=optional music] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HfBlM_fo61A[/youtube] [/hider] [/center] Masked and wearing bright multi-colored robes, the man leaped from building to building in a mad sprint as if the hells itself had spewed forth its legions to destroy him personally, yet he was not in this mad flight over the town out of fear. Nothing of the sort for this armed warrior in flamboyant robes. No, he was running to catch up! The target was the one with the fear. The masked had come from above with a dagger and cut the thiefs hired muscle like kindling in plain view of the gathered crowd! People had screamed and run off in a panic as this deranged psychopath thrust his dagger in and out of the poor mans throat, every time he pulled the dagger back for another stab at the neck it spurted the hot lifeblood of his victim a little further. Now it was a race to safety, the only place he could, his own home. Leo Delrain would be safe from this man there, surely, with its thick walls and door, its locked windows and secure basement! That would stop this man! Right..? Doorway in sight, Leo ran in terror, believing the assailant only moments away with a bloody dagger stalking his back ready to pounce and kill him and bathe in his blood. His hands were slick with sweat as the professional thief struggled to open the many locks before eliciting a gasp as the last latch came undone, the door swinging open and slamming closed in an instant as the house owner panted out of breathe with his back to the now locked door. "I.. I'm safe now. I'm ok. Everything is fine. No big deal. Hire new muscle, secure a witness, report the attack, hire new muscle, secure a witness, report the attack.." Leo rambled over and over, trying to calm himself down and steady his ragged breathing. Minutes turned to hours and still the frightened man heard nothing. Not a sound, not even the noise of people milling about outside. Silence. Complete and deafening. It gnawed at his wits as Leo paced in an endless cycle about his livingroom, treading the fine imported carpet over and over as he replayed that horrible moment in his head. Who was this freak, why now, why the muscle, why, why, WHY! [b]-THUD- -THUD- -THUD-[/b] Leo nearly jumped right out of his boots as someone pounded on the front door. Fear welling in his belly made the last bit of blood in him turn cold at the thought of an ambush. Every ounce of his courage was needed to muster the energy to simply respond. [b]-THUD- -THUD- -THUD-[/b] "W-who is it!" "Sir, there was a murdering not far from here. May we have a word?" Guards. So quickly? Or had it been a few hours since then.. Time had slipped through the frightened mans fingers as he had paced. Brushing off his shirt, he glanced out the peephole to see a couple of armed men outside his doorway. Not royal guards but perhaps worried townspeople? Leo shook his head and put his back to the door for support. A trap! It had to be! This was a targeted mission! He would be a fool to step out. "Didn't see it! C-COME BACK LATER!" Something soft hit the ground outside his door, a little thump followed by another.. Was that a groan? What in the name of the gods was happening out there? What of the men?! Curiosity got the better of him. Slow and deliberate he turned to stare out the peephole and sucked in his breathe. A long blade burst through the eye hole an instant later. Had he not seen it coming, Leo Delrain would have taken that horrible blade into his brain! A scream escaped his lips as he reached for the dagger at his hip as he backed away from the door, tripping on the carpet and falling to the floor, the dagger falling from his grasp as his locked door was kicked open. The locks failed to stop the blow or secure the portal as they were forcibly ripped from the door frame. It was over in a flash. Mithril stared at the man staring open mouthed and wide eyed at the intruder, eyes pleading not to kill him, only to feel nothing. No joy at what was to come and no fear for this mans life. Years had been endless as he watched every atrocity it committed with his body. From behind a hazy black fog his consciousness was aware of what happened around it. Felt the pain vividly as a blade or hammer cut flesh and crushed bone. But the being piloting him knew nor cared for such problems. It merely continued on despite even life threatening injuries. And so he watched now as his own body raised its arm. The voice that came from his lips felt cruel indeed. [color=9e0b0f]"Al Goa."[/color] The buildup of mana turned red hot, almost insufferable, before it erupted from his extended hand. The flames scorched into every inch of this victims home in moments, licking the walls and ceiling hungrily as it turned anything it touched to ashes. When it was over all that remained of the thief Leonard Delrain was the twisted black dust blowing in the wind. How the voice in his mind cackled at the sight of blissful destruction. It had no voice, no words, but Mithril knew it mocked him for his weakness. Showed him these acts of murder and mayhem forcing him to watch, breaking his will further and further, until he could no longer resist. Still it cackled through his own lips. A walking disaster that took no pity. Wrapped in black cloth upon this lone figures back was a golden blade designed for an age long since passed. In its shining gleam lay a twisted evil blacker than the abyss itself. Mithril could still remember the moment he had claimed this sword as his own those years ago.. A single touch upon the fabulous hilt and it had struck like a tunnel asp. Overwhelming his own mind in a tidal wave of rage. Thoroughly overwhelmed and tortured endlessly, Mithrils spirit lost the ability to resist the urges of his sentient sword. [color=9e0b0f]"Not satisfying. NOT SATISFYING. THERE IS NO CHALLENGE HERE. NONE TO SEE, TO TELL, TO HEAR, TO LAUGH!"[/color] Its 'mood' twisted its rage as it turned from the complete destruction it had wrought out into the wider world. More would come to see what had sparked the inferno but Mithril and the sword would be long gone like always. Off to the find more grim fun. It hunted its prey without pattern. Sometimes deciding who would die before simply running up to them and impaling the victim. Others were stalked for days, weeks, months, before the blades obsessive desires fell atop them. Now it turned to view the wider world, scrambling up a nearby wall until it was again on the rooftops, running free atop the city. It's sights fixated on the castle and Mithril felt him lick his own lips. On a whim it would go so far.. On a whim it would find an appetizer for its bloodlust in the castle. The mocking laughter echoed in his mind as it heard him take pity on the next life it would claim.