Blood...
Violence...
Mayhem...
No mercy to afford...
The battlefield was vast. Two massive armies were neck deep in the hopes of either claiming or reclaiming land.
With his blood red eyes, Shayaro'Kodon watched from his perch on the side of a nearby mountain as his forces of both men and strange distorted creatures closed in on the royal army of Fos'Lorone.
Fos'Lorone was beginning to run out of manpower, but not of their pride. They fought against his power with everything they had but it was only a matter of time before they could surrender or retreat. He laughed to himself. If they were to surrender, he'd only order the deaths of a great number of them. He may spare a few. He hadn't decided yet. Those few would be doomed to slavery or trafficked. He saw a fair number of females among the military of Fos'Lorone. He decided he would take a great deal of pleasure in killing them slowly through sale and trade.
Those that he had enslaved, he considered that it would be best to fit them with near impossible tasks.
Because then he could have them slaughtered too once they gave up.
His own men would be charged with overseeing that the work was done.
He never considered how wreckless he was as a soul.
His perspective of humanity and creation in general was without mercy. He was a man once. With a family. A home. He even had a child. But when a small group of bandits raided his land and took their lives he had changed to something dark. Now as a Demon Spawn, any sense of remorse was gone. After seeing how simple it was for a man to hurt and kill, he realized there was no reason for him to care anymore.
And the hatred grew with every passing day.
He despised it. In his mind there was no point for it to exist if it could be taken away. He stood from his crouch. His blackened skin wrinkly yet smooth beneath his black cloak. His face was covered in a strange marking that signified his kind. His irises were red as a pair of rubies housed slitted pupils. Around those was a thick ring of yellow.
As he smiled his teeth glinted cruelly with their sharpened points.
He looked below and continued to think further.
Another subject that intrigued him was the rumor that there was a new Symbiote somewhere.
The rumors were spoken of with not much of a hint of any of them being true.
But with their new found enthusiasm, Shayaro decided it would be best to believe them. So he sent scouts to the eight different points of the compass in hopes of finding out more. So far he recieved nothing exciting.
He stood up and began walking down the mountain.
He was feeling a bit fatigued and was going to go and take a nap in his favorite little glade in the valley not too far from the battle that currently raged.
He grinned to himself.
He didn't care how this battle ended. He just wanted the aftermath.
The carnage would be a show to him.
Nothing but minor entertainment.
He faded into the darkness without a trace.