Ryder; Lord of Astaroth
They all knew her importance, and if they had forgotten, what better way to remind them than this?
He smirked, the kind of evil smirk that spoke of your horrible death before it came to you. He held for a while, feeding off the fear that shook their hearts, the fear of seeing your demise coming to you and having absolutely no power to do anything about it. They could not escape, they painfully knew that. Ryder turned his hands so that his palm faced downward before he sliced both hands in the air swiftly, crossing them over the other. The smoky mist sipped from his finger tips faster than the eye could see, forming several blade-like objects and sending them flying in the direction of the th
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