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Summary: He unflinchingly continued forward, oblivious to the searing heat around him as the victimized lying prone roasted and skin peeled into browning crisps.
Rating: Mature; involving gore and some sexual implications

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Sacrificii Julium

Buildings left and right were drenched in flames, roiling up and outward with the intensity of the spreading blaze. Humans and halflings alike ran from their homes, shrieking and bleeding and limping as the carnage unfolded around them. An inn collapsed in on itself, shooting flames high into the sky as the support beams shattered under their consummation. Corpses littered the streets with caved skulls and lacerated bodies. Blood ran as oceans into drainage vents and the cobbles stained as gore continued to be shed.

A solitary gargoyle walked fearlessly among the chaos, sidestepping the pleading arms in the roads below him as he continued close to the heart of the conflagration. As the screaming intensified around him, Draxis could pick out pitching laughter from deep within the center of town. He unflinchingly continued forward, oblivious to the searing heat around him as the victimized lying prone roasted and skin peeled into browning crisps.

Draxis nudged a body out of the way with his scythe, pausing for the slightest of moments to check whether or not the straps on his scimitars had burst into flames yet. The leather had done an admirable job of holding up so far and he prayed that they would continue to do so; he had no sudden desire to carry them along with his scythe should they fall. The cackling, insanely toned and murderously gleeful, filled his ears the closer he drew towards the town square and a scorching tableau displayed itself before his amethyst eyes as he rounded a final corner.

The central fountain was arid and empty, slowly being refilled by the steady pooling of blood as bodies were slammed haphazardly into its basin. Corpses were piled high in the square as fire licked at the impromptu fuel, staining the flagstones as the laughing slaughterer continued in his rampage. At the apex of the inferno, Karthen stood as a demonic scourge hell-bent on conquering all life.

A half-dragon tore into the pliant neck of a woman pinned beneath him, feral snarls intensified as her blood gushed into his mouth and arced across his chest. Gore-drenched and blood-lustful, Karthen was warmly camouflaged by the flames of his own creation as his tailed lashed out to pierce a man struggling to escape. Nothing moved within his vision for very long before being slaughtered ruthlessly in honor of his malificent god.

“Karthen!” Draxis could see the berserker illumination in Karthen’s golden eyes, fiendish in air as the half-dragon rose and approached his gargoyle companion. Abandoning his sanguineous morning star, he tapped his claws against Draxis’ stony chest. Growling, almost a purr in the chaotic destruction about them, Karthen raked sparking tracks down the fighter’s chest. The cleric was rewarded with four perfect scrapes, oozing pale grey fluid that chased sluggishly after his claws.

As the dragon leaned forward to lave the wounds, the vicious gleam in his eyes morphed to a different kind of obsessive lust. Draxis allowed a tiny purr to escape his stony lips, morphing into a desperate snarl as Karthen travelled back up to his neck to drive his fangs mercilessly into the unyielding skin found there. Draxis shoved the half-dragon off him, sending the warmly tinted male sprawling across the flagstones. He wasted no time in pouncing upon his prone target, claws spread and eager to rend skin and flesh.

Karthen responded in kind, screeching a war cry as he met Draxis midway. Teeth sunk into limbs, razor claws tore into clothing and skin alike as weapons and armor were discarded inconsiderately, and tails fought to strangle and entwine. To the humans who had not yet expired from the merciless attack, their combat was murderous, savage, and intense in its escalation.

To the warring pair, it was merely foreplay, only a well-executed dance that glutted their most primal of instincts. All around the brutal warriors, the town burned steadily into the night, the screams and tears of Karthen’s chosen sacrifice echoing unheard into the darkness.

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