Sekeolath smirked down from his ledge on a small temple, watching as countless people gave offerings to their goddess of life. He smirked evilly, enormous fangs petruding from his grin. "Its sad really" the thing said quietly to itself. "They believe that a god will give them what they don't deserve, attempting to bribe a god into getting them what they want. It is pitiful" Sekeolath said a little loudly, but the people below were to distracted by their worship to care.
Sekeolath was polymorphed into a pit fiend, but its skin ebony black. Its horns rose high over his head, his wings at least ten feet in span. His eyes glowed a deep black glow, seeming to eat away at the light surrounding them. He held a large scythe, seeming to be built for a giant and curved at an angle for war.
Sekeolath smiled once again at the people below before jumping to the center of the structure that was the temple. With a smash, the center of the ceiling calapsed towards the main shrine. It missed by many feet, but killed many peasant men in the process. The demon swooped down and landed on a frail priest, crushing his skull into the marble flooring. He then let out a thunderous roar, causing many of the devouts and worshipers to fall to the ground in pain.
"You people, who worship a god that only brings war, why do you waste your money and lives for a god....when you could be living for yourself!" Sekeolath bellowed, angry at their incompitance. "This....disgusting sight has gone long enough! I have watched you all waste you're lives here, in this temple....and I am sickened by what I have seen!", after the last word was uttered, an explosion of flames shot from his hands, isimulating a handful of priests.
Sekeolath scorched many people, but left the old and young be. Very few were greatful however, most just ran to imform the guards. The demon did not care, he wanted just the satisfaction of watching the temple burn to the ground. One child was spared however, a young girl of mere fourteen. She was frightened, but bowed politly at his kindness and scurried off to her home. Sekeolath smiled at this, at least one of the many spared understood his kindness, although cloaked in violence.
Saranduil's wings beat against the rising air currents with such force that it split the covering clouds. They streamed behind him in disarray. It would seem that they were scrambling to regain formation as they began to stretch out wisps of mist toward each other. The dragon flew quickly but not too quickly, the sun was warm on his back but he knew that if he remained at this altitude for long he would become sickened by the cold and lack of air. Immortal in the passing of years or as it would seem to the short lived humans, dragons lived long and powerful lives. Common sense would tell a person that any creature labeled as an Elder or Ancient clearly has a lifespan they just haven't managed to reach it. With that thought and the realization again of mortality the mature dragon began to swoop low in hard arcs. Trying to avoid ripping currents and cold fronts moving through the air, Saranduil spread his wings to great length to keep his descent slow.
As he slowly came toward the ground he saw an interesting sight, a small fire and humans running to great lengths to escape that fire. With strong ears and a powerful sense of duty the Dragon ignored the fire, assuming that this was what the Gods ordained the beast continued his slow descent. Suddenly something else caught his eye. Deep within the flames was a being unharmed by the harsh embers. Its charcoal skin seemed to emphasize its dark nature. Angrily Saranduil realized that this creature was the cause of the fire, with that he began a much quicker descent.
Nearing the ground the dragon allowed his wings to sweep upward forcing him to land, his great body alighting with a powerful thump, shaking the earth below him. The snarling dragon on all fours now rose upon his hindquarters and opened his mouth. His fangs gleamed in the afternoon sun, breathing inward the dragon filled his chest with air, inside his solid body a transformation was taking place. The electrons in the air were being attracted toward the center of his lungs and the protons ejected from a small hole in his throat. Heaving another great breath the beast managed to gather enough charges to let out a large bolt of lighting from his gullet. The bolt struck the temple's supports and crushed the front of the building to rubble. He could now clearly see the creature inside. His great body moved forward his mouth snarling and his teeth bore. With that he let out an enormous roar that shook the foundations of the earth itself. Enraged by this forceful unbalance within the temple the dragon took in another breath and waited hoping to avoid a fight to the death.