Death. Death was in the air on this morning. The stench of nearly a hundred bodies littered across a field swept across the land for miles. Betraying the fate of those who had bravely marched to battle on this warm, summer's day. The lone survivors of the doomed attack remained in the center of the chaos, one standing over the other. Were one close enough to the two facing each other, they would see a bond. Not one of respect, oh no, but rather one of pure hatred and fear. The fear being more one-sided than the other. The boy standing, and yes he did seem to be just that... a boy. Looked down upon the other, waiting a few long minutes before he began to speak. "Your kind fear me for the war that you claim I am bound to bring to the surface, yet your kind were the ones who decided to attack me. For what, human? What I am? That does not seem quite fair now is it. Well, Templar, I believe that you are privy to information that I desire." The boy said before stretching his hand out towards the Templar cowering in fear before him. Much like the waves of a Tsunami crashing onto the shore, the shadows stretched across the land and wrapped around this man's limbs. Yanking him into the air and holding him in front of Trevinter. Their faces roughly level with each other as the demon stepped back from the Templar. "I wouldn't want you to have too much fun being so close to me, now then would I?" The demon said with a small laugh. Then turned his back to the Templar, quickly as if he were a hunter stalking some prey. Then the demon lunged forward and yanked a man up from the ground. Glaring at the bloody figure, and the cross which he was gripping in his hands. The demon struck quickly, pulling a sword from a fallen Templar and slamming it through this man's chest. "Playing dead and trying to call for some... holy backup? Coward." The boy added before yanking the sword upwards and cutting this man clean in half from the chest up.
Then he turned to face his prisoner from earlier. The Templar recruit, who could be no older than seventeen shook in his restraints with wide eyes at the horror he had just seen before. Seeing this filthy, murderous being stalking towards him; the boy decided that he needed to be brave. For his Mother, Father, Sister, and his Country. So he locked eyes with the demon, staring at the one orange eye, and that odd clock-eye that the being had. "Do what you want, Demon! No amount of time will make me reveal the secrets I hold dear. You will get nothing from me, Filth!" The man yelled at his enemy. Trying to show defiance in the face of an inevitable defeat. Instead of being impressed by the willpower, or even fear (as this man expected) the demon simply laughed.
"Funny you mention time. Time, is something I certainly have all of, not to mention something that will betray your secrets to me. Consider yourself lucky human, not many get to see such a display of power as you are about to. Zafkiel, to me!" Trevinter said, yelling the final part as his left hand raised straight into the air and his right went to the side. In his hands, a musket and flintlock appeared seemingly out of nowhere. The air behind him shimmered as a massive Clock face faded into view. When the boy next spoke, his voice seemed to gain a more... ancient quality. It rang through the very fabric of reality as he spoke a word of ancient power. "Yud" at the same time, black energy flowed from the clock and into the flintlock, which was now moved to denote Ten O' Clock. The boy pointed this pistol at the man and pulled the trigger, stealing his memories of the past. Then he began to ready for another... Final attack.
Then he turned to face his prisoner from earlier. The Templar recruit, who could be no older than seventeen shook in his restraints with wide eyes at the horror he had just seen before. Seeing this filthy, murderous being stalking towards him; the boy decided that he needed to be brave. For his Mother, Father, Sister, and his Country. So he locked eyes with the demon, staring at the one orange eye, and that odd clock-eye that the being had. "Do what you want, Demon! No amount of time will make me reveal the secrets I hold dear. You will get nothing from me, Filth!" The man yelled at his enemy. Trying to show defiance in the face of an inevitable defeat. Instead of being impressed by the willpower, or even fear (as this man expected) the demon simply laughed.
"Funny you mention time. Time, is something I certainly have all of, not to mention something that will betray your secrets to me. Consider yourself lucky human, not many get to see such a display of power as you are about to. Zafkiel, to me!" Trevinter said, yelling the final part as his left hand raised straight into the air and his right went to the side. In his hands, a musket and flintlock appeared seemingly out of nowhere. The air behind him shimmered as a massive Clock face faded into view. When the boy next spoke, his voice seemed to gain a more... ancient quality. It rang through the very fabric of reality as he spoke a word of ancient power. "Yud" at the same time, black energy flowed from the clock and into the flintlock, which was now moved to denote Ten O' Clock. The boy pointed this pistol at the man and pulled the trigger, stealing his memories of the past. Then he began to ready for another... Final attack.