
12-27-2010, 04:18 AM
Adon stumbled as burst through to the other side of the portal, his landing hindered by a dead body half buried under the rubble of a destroyed home. He grimaced and leaped away, giving a quick silent prayer. As he paused to look around, his expression of dismay grew stronger. There were no more dead in sight, but the once grand city was but a ghost. Nothing moved or made a sound, and he could feel the overpowering aura of fear. If there were any civilians still alive, they likely had all hid away wherever they could.
In the distance rose the castle, still standing despite the ravaged city. To no surprise of Adon, honestly. With what he had heard, that had been Irael's only goal in coming to this city. To take the grandest thing it had to offer, the castle, and fill it with all else that he desired. And that vain goal would soon have no more hold on this city. Not after Adon was finished here with his mission. He curled his fingers tight into fists, then launched himself off the ground to speed toward the castle on ivory wings. His sight was set on the balcony that curved outward high over the front entrance. The king's quarters, where Irael was likely to be lounging about in now.
Adon landed with a slight jog on the balcony and headed straight into the room, raising one hand for the blow that would take Irael down as he walked toward the bed. There was no hint of hesitation in his eyes. This was no longer the Irael he knew. Just an unknown man thirsty for power, like so many others he had been ordered to kill before. This would be no different.
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