the battle grounds in which the being had fought on echoed with the memories
of those slain. those that had fallen under his own touch, both before and after
his demise. all unpleasant memories yet he refused to push them off. to let
them sit and collect dust before being forgotten. it was his way to pay for what
sins had been committed.

scouring the grounds from above or traveling on foot, every mound and wound in
the earth was brought into his memory. it was rare for anything living to touch
upon the ground yet there was a presence that had never been felt before. one
of power not held by any human. closer towards a demon’s grasp.

the voice called into the mist as it spread along the ground, alerting that his
position was found. from the mist he built himself, becoming whole to stand
before the woman before. scents of magick wafted towards him but none that
he could determine for himself.

                      ❛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴛ ᴡɪsᴇ ᴛᴏ
                         ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴀɴᴅ. ❜