((Wrath. Is. Not. Emo.
It's more Biblical, actually.))


Toresque surveyed the landscape stretching far and wide below the mountain. He wondered where his champion would be now. Hopefully he would be hacking through a horde of vain fools. Yes... that would be most appeasing.

Demon stalked through the forest, battleaxe slung over his shoulder. His enemy was near, and death was ready for him. Some twigs snapped, and Demon barreled off in that direction, battle axe flailing, only to bury it in a rabbit.
"Elusive *******." He grumbled to himself.