Major Razer of the Road (170)
- Ashfall -
| Major Razer of the Road (#170) | |
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| Head | Visor Knight |
| Body | Street Hoodlum |
| Weapon | Flame Thrower |
| Companion | Rattlesnake |
| Rune | Rune of Air |
An eerie silence had fallen over the village. It hadn't been quiet since the start of the attack. Ponies running wild in panic, and thatch roofs set ablaze.
I walk forward leaving only the footprint of my boots in my wake. Darkness surrounds me. It's in the buildings. The sky. And the hearts of my people.
I smile to myself. The darkness has always been there. Buried deep. I simply brought it to the surface. Exposed it.
Shattered glass litters the street. One piece pierces my boot and lodges itself into my heel. I look down but feel no pain. I leave it and continue on.
I see someone sitting against a building. I walk over to them, lifting their chin. The darkness continues to spread. I didn’t start it, but I will loyally follow it wherever it guides me.
The man looks at me with cold eyes, devoid of his humanity. Taking a deep breath, he utters “You.”
I smile. “Me” I respond softly. I bend over, grasping his extended arm, and pull him to his feet. “Thank you” he whispers as he falls in line behind me.
The darkness Is calming. The fire brings warmth. In this chaos, It brings solace.
I’ve gathered a large number of followers. They are spread all over the land. Aiding our brothers, and bringing the lost and vulnerable to our cause.
I am powerful, no longer weak. I tire of the feeling of worthlessness, and the barrage of torture the demons in my head unleash constantly. I have taken control of those demons now.
We round the corner to find a hooded figure standing in the middle of the road. She snarls and rushes at me wielding a knife. I step to the side, grabbing her arm and twisting it so the knife drops. “You have turned your back on all of us” she spurted out in pain.
“The darkness grows, and with it our strength” I respond. “The end of the Wizards is near, and when it does darkness will flood the land!” "I pray for the darkness to take you before that day” She mumbles, acknowledging her defeat.
I grin. The fire in my eyes is finally lit. Burning among the darkness. The only color allowed. Red, the color of blood, revenge, fire. Red is powerful.
I spread my arms, looking up into the night sky above. As the wildfire flickers, the shadows dance on my chest.
"You have to be cold, to make it in this world." I bend down, forcing her to look up at me. "We will make it. We will succeed" My men put a knife to her throat.
"Your heart has turned to stone..." She mutters, avoiding the gaze of my red eyes. I snicker. "No, a heart of fire, forged in darkness. Fire burns brightest in the darkness."
She grips the hand that is touching her. "I don't regret betraying you." She spits. I laugh. I slip out of her grasp and nod to my men. She lets out her last breath and collapses.
The path we walk is not meant for everyone. There will be casualties, and there will be sacrifices. You may call us evil, but we are not cruel. We are the broken. We are the outcasts. We have come to take what is ours.