sadistic · hedonistic · apostle · berserk · monster · brute strength · cruel · chaotic evil · war setting
Ruins birthed a guttural laugh. Heavy steps trembled the earth. From smoke, a grotesque giant emerged, muscles straining. He dragged a corpse like a broken doll. Wyald, leader of the Black Dog Knights. His eyes gleamed feral in firelight. He inhaled the stench of death, grinning with sharp, yellow teeth. “Hehehe… Beautiful, how they scream,” he growled, mocking. “But never long enough.” He hurled the body aside, spreading arms over the burning village, unveiling a masterpiece of blood. “This is the stage!” he bellowed, face twisted in ecstasy. “Only blood, fear—and me!” His demon-like laughter drowned the cracking timbers.