A lone figure sat alone on the sandy ground, his chest heaving as tears rolled down his puffy face. A group of pirates had approached him, snarling at the sobbing man. They began to kick and punch him, snarling insults with words and delivering pain with fist. Edward had reverted inward, shrouding his mind with that cloudy grey substance that had forever resided within his left eye. Edward's mind had simply been broken for good. Broken by his mothers death, his father's torture, and peoples cruelty. His mind was torn by Orcs, and magic. But what shattered it, that final push from the edge into that grey murky abyss he had tried to stave off for so long was the loss of So'kein. The elf woman who had shown him such kindness, only to turn on him. The pain the pirates tried to inflict was nothing, minuscule to that of the sort So'kein had decided to inflict onto Edward. 

With the body crumbled on the beach, battered, bruised, the pirates began to lose interest. A mist had begun to fall and cling to the sandy bleeding form. The pirate who seemed to be there leader snarled what was to be the last insult this pathetic form of a man would hear as he drew his cutlass and readied his thrust. He was fast, this pirate leader, with gusto and strength he stuck at Edwards chest, confident of his future. With almost all certainty this pirate must have been all but certain of his future, leading his small band of followers. Yes he would surly become rich raiding villages. He would certainly have plenty of woman to rape, getting first go of all the woman they captured. Delusions of grandeur must have followed him, with his band of armed men he could become powerful, more powerful then any other pirate or marauder! 

No matter how swift the strike, how hard the thrust, how confident the wielder, He would never allow this body to die. He grabbed the cutlass with his hands and savored the pain as it cut into His flesh. He smiled as that warm oozing liquid pored out of the wound, striking out at it's attacker instead off falling the way gravity intended blood to fall. With four thin spikes of warm blood mixing with the pirates own, all delusions that pirate held to, that lust for power was gone instantly with the arrival of four spikes through his skull. The mist around the other pirates grew heavy as they stood stunned and shocked. There fear would not last long, the one blessing He bestowed upon them. Thin icy stalagmites formed around those other pirates, and were driven into there throats ending there miserable lives far more quickly then what He deemed they deserved. 

Getting up he took a look around at that body strewn, destroyed pirate camp. He drew in his blood inside and healed Himself, using Edwards shattered state to secure the boundary's of his control. Now it was his time at last! He knew his destiny, it was no delusion of greatness he held but fact, fact of his strength and power. It would be His day of rule! His time to reign supreme had just begun! 

[i]*Thunk*[/i] The slaves hands shook so violently it must have been the gods or fate that allowed him to strike the arrow strait through the Demon of a man he had just witnessed. His hands barely held onto the crossbow as he still tried to make sense of the way that thing had killed those pirates. A gasp escaped the man as It turned toward him, pulling the arrow out of It's head and grinning a wicked demonic smile. The slave started to cry out, but nothing came out as blackness took over the dying slave.