Darkness Groaning.

[Malus DarkBlade]

Striding through the filth covered alley, his dark cloak, folded up over his shoulder keeping it free of the city's scum, the man's thoughts went wild.
"How did they know?" mumbles to himself, idly kicking a lump of refuse out of his way.
A dark cloud followed the man and hung over his head like an unholy halo. The cloud pulsed with his every thought, the darkness of its insides pure and absolute. Like the mans.
Raising head, the man dissipates the cloud and increases his pace. Approaching the alleys mouth his face darkened suddenly.
"You picked the wrong person tonight friends" he said aloud as shapes detached themselves from the alleys mouth.They were big men. Each one scarred and bloodied from living in this city. They were armed. Two with shot iron tipped staves. One with two knives and the last with a rusted sword, with he held like something alive.
"Give us your coin" the one with the knives said. The man noticed the knives were of good quality and he was missing a lump of one of his ears. The man decided to call him Earring.
"No. One chance leave now or die. I've already slaughtered many tonight, want to join them?"
Seeing them blanch he grins darkly, his dead, black eyes seeming to drain the light. Earring hesitated and licked his lips nervously before steading his grip on his knives
"Your bluffing. You arrogant bastard! I'm gonna bleed you dry!"
Earring ran at him, the three others starting to move after him, when they froze suddenly. Earring was just standing there, stock still head slightly tilted back, lips moving. Dark blood spilled forth from the slim, needle thin slice across Earring's neck and his head tilted back on his neck, revealing the depth of the cut. The three others stared in shock as Earring's head tilted all the way back, until his dead eyes were staring at them. Then his body crumpled to the ground and they saw the cause of the swift death.
The man had unlimbered his cloak and flicked it at the approaching thug. Under the cloak he held the instrument of the near-decapitation. A slim, black bladed, Aenarion sword was held in the mans hand, one single ruby droplet, sliding off its point. The man grinned evilly and he glided toward the three. His blade caught one across the chest, cleaving completely through, with as much resistance as wet paper could offer. He spun past as the two sections of the sword holders started falling and lanced his sword into one of the stave wielders. The blade slid smoothly free and swiftly sang into the final one's neck. As the body started to fall, he wiped the blade on the corpses tunic and sheathed it just as the first body thumped into the slimey refuse alley floor.
Without a single glance back the man emerge from the alley and froze as a voice rang out.
"That was impressive. They were all married you know. They were just seeking a living"
A warrior strode forth, resplendant in gold intricate armour, a white cloak with gold inlay and a golden, dragin faced helmet on his face. Kulgan, the Warrior Eternal looked at the man. The man turned, his face still cowled by his hoods shadow.
"Why didnt you tell me?" He demanded, knowing Kulgan knew he didnt mean the thugs in the alley.
The Eternal shrugged.
"You know I couldnt interfere. You know what would have happened"
"I could have stopped it! I could have stopped him! I could have saved her!" the man roared, the dark cloud forming again
The Eternal shook his head.
"No you couldnt. Now, you know why I am here. I am here pass judgement on you"
Kulgan drew a shimmering golden sword, which gleamed against the darkness. The man felt his own sowrd pulse in response but quickly quelled it, eyes fastened on Kulgans shining blade. The sword of the Warrior Eternal had a name, an ancient name of power, but forgotten to this world of men. The man knew its name. Gregokhai. Judgement.
Kulgan gazed intently at the blade but the man knew its reaction. Watches the blade turn a blood red colour and kulagn lifted his helmeted head, his eyes sad.
"I am sorry brother, the Gods have spoken"
The man scoffed.
"You knew what was coming. Your precious Gods told you. And I know they are watching. I want them to know. I will destroy them. Every one. For what they have taken from me. I will kill them all"
the man threw back his cloak, revealing intricate black armour, clinging to his form, glowing darkly. His sword, Kharath, its black blade shimmering and seeming to drain the light given off by Gregokhai. Kulgan readied himself.
"I love you Anash"
Anash smirked and pulled down his hood revealing his shoulder length dark hair and his black eyes.
"I loved you once"
Anash, the messenger and holder of Death; Kharath, its curved blade seeming to cleave the air with a iridecent presence as he ran at the golden clad Warrior Eternal, who braced himself to meet him.

Anash had on a dark smile as his blade took the Warrior Eternal in the chest.

[[e]LiFaN[t]™©]

yes. yes i am.

[Malus DarkBlade]

Heheh sheep :P

[[e]LiFaN[t]™©]

see Archie's much better at this than i am XD
i concur with him ;D

[Malus DarkBlade]

kisses her again
Tell me :P

[[e]LiFaN[t]™©]

parts her lips in mild shock
ummm....

[Malus DarkBlade]

grins back and bites her lip
Still wanna hear it ;P

[[e]LiFaN[t]™©]

closes her eye and grins
i thought it was pretty obvious....

[Malus DarkBlade]

grins and kisses her cheek lightly
Then you gonna stand and tell me what you think?

[[e]LiFaN[t]™©]

peeps an eye open and glares
no.

[Malus DarkBlade]

lifts her up into his arms and holds her
Maybe I should delete it if you feint reading it