Bloody Warfare Galore, a massive chain blade, black as midnight, its jagged edges soaked with the blood of countless spawnlings and spawns.
It shimmered faintly in the light of the Formless one, as they called it, casting an eerie glow that shifted like the colors of an oil slick on the ground below. The scythe-like blade deeply curled and fused with the spinal cord of the great Dark One, long fallen by its hands of course.
A figure looking up in the sky, it's menacing glowing eyes look at the inhuman beauty of a monster above.
She had no hands, no legs, stumps at all four corners; its skin was grey, its body petite but sinful nonetheless, small; it was on the top, but the curves of the bottom were to die for.
