The stone wall shook as a mans body thudded againced it. He slipped down into the gutter cradling his head. From the shadows Tilorn emerged. His face was blood stained and his chest covered with gore. He reached down and with a large clawed hand he grabbed the man’s head. The long nails dug into his scalp and blood oozed down into the hair. He lifted the man up, partly through his own strength and partly from the man not wishing his scalp to be ripped from his head. He whimpered and tried to turn away. Tilorn forced him to look straight. The man closed his eyes. He had probably done the same thing as many times and he knew what was coming. Tilorn sent a fist into the man’s face. Dropping to the ground the man grabbed his mouth as blood began to poor. It trickled down into the gutter and mixed with the rest of the scum that lay on the decrepit floor.

Tilorn allowed himself a small smile. He stepped over the body and as he did so kicked the man in the gut. He immediately doubled over. Turning around Tilorn seized the man again, lifting him to his feet. What had the man done to deserve such punishment? He had simply stumbled upon Tilorn mid feast. He really wasn't one for interruptions.

He pushed the man to the middle of the ally. The man stumbled around holding his head probably wondering if it was all over. Only to see Tilorn’s twisted smile staring back at him. Tilorn raised a hand. The best pain didn't have to be physical. A second later the man screamed. He dropped to his knees and then flat on his back, his body contorting and twisting. His teeth grinding together and his fingers scrabbling at the cobble stones. Mental anguish... he was glad he had learnt that spell. It caused such pain.

He strode towards the man, his wings unfurling. He stood over the man as pain wracked his body and mind. The wings blotted out the dim light from the street lamps above. The man was finally in darkness but this darkness would last for an eternity. Tilorn raised a huge metal boot, placing it on the man’s fragile neck. As the final waves of pain subsided his eyes stopped spinning. The man blearily focused on Tilorns boot. Fear now gripped him as he grabbed Tilorn trying to throw him off but to late. Tilorns boot came down hard. With a rather organic sound the man’s whole neck was crushed. He died slowly, suffocating as his wind pipe collapsed all the wile a vision of this demon standing over him, seeing him off into hell.

Tilorn stood over the body for a few minuets. Just standing there watching the face, the now dull eyes that stared back and the congealing blood that covered his face. He ran his tongue over his gore stained teeth. Taking his boot off the man he reached down and hauled the dead weight off the floor. He dragged him deeper into the ally. A thud echoed from the darkness as he dropped his second victim on top of the first. He turned to go now finally satisfied by the just retribution he had exacted upon this unknown stranger. However there was someone else...

Another person stood there now Tilorn bared his teeth and readied to tear this new soul apart.

Osoreru glared at Tilorn, her arms crossed, and then cracked her neck, "bloo'y Hell... Think thou coulda made a bigger mess 'big boy'?" she smirked and walked towards him, her hips barely swinging as she walked.

"Doth thou wish to fight? Or will thee just stand there, 'looking tough'?" she unfolded her arms and licked her fangs, "well?"

(Gah I'm so lazy right now lol I will post more though)

It seemed like an age since he had laughed and although the snigger that now escaped his foul lips was not a laugh but a parody of true joy it still seemed like a relief to him. What was this creature thinking? Just because she was a vampire made her no better or worse than any other of his victims but what really seemed to far was the pure arrogance in her tone. Such thinly veiled threats left him with little choice. Not only would he kill her for simply being there but he was doing it for honour now.

He glanced back at the bodies and the blood as it seeped out into the light. "What can I say it looks like I’m a traditionalist." He turned back. This tiny creature would be sorry she ever reached above her station. Well Tilorn would be kicking her back down swiftly. He had no rules to play by, no code of conduct. All flesh is grass. Woman, child, man and animal. What was the difference in the grand scheme of things? Sentient beings could be such hypocrites.

He was no simple fighter, his body was clad in armour forged with the very essence of chaos itself. Each plate created a precision suit of armour, the best some said in all of Arda for those who fought in wars or indeed any form of combat. He reached down and unhooked his helm from his side. Slipping it on and looking out from within. On his side lay the destiny breaker. Forged under Raku in the bleakest lands on Arda. It would break some destiny’s tonight

He smiled again as he thought of the ways to dispatch his foe. There where so many ways to go... he would just have to use a little bit of each. "Despite this however, I have no scruples and no qualms about flensing the very skin from your body. My dear arrogant child the very blood of the hell fire runs through my veins." As he spoke his dull orange eyes flashed in the dark. Now hell fire really did run through his corrupted veins. It was pouring through every part of him, through his very soul with flames crawling over his brain. Now the fire was as much a part of him as any organ. As his chest rose and fell fire spouted from his mouth and nose. There was much more to come... this was just for show.

His voice now took on a much deeper tone as if from the dankest pits of the underworld itself. "I hope you enjoy this as much as i will." He spoke in some demonic tongue and he disappeared from sight. A second later he reappeared, right behind the girl. He reached out and tried to grab her head with his

She staired at him and said flatly, "I don't need this..." she turned around and began to walk away, her hair swaying slightly.

'Cocky bast*rd...' she thought to herself as she sauntered away. She pulled her dagger back out and flipped it around in her hand. She then turned back around, gave him a look and spun on her heal to walk away.

(You're quite annoying love...)