The Autumn Air flowed through the forest with such grace, it was a day that would go down in history as the best day of the year. The leaves had just began to change, the winds playing their music in the trees. Nothing could stem the cascade of beauty, save for the looming shadows that on this day seemed darker. Every shadow seemed possessed, and colder than the air around it.<br/><br/>The creatures of the forest knew well, and had made themselves scarce, the only sounds were the howls of the winds through the leaves. Truly an eerier sight. As the young girl made her way through the forest, Eyes from every shadow watched her with great interest. An almost hungry breath would be carried away on the winds. They eyes of shadow would watch her the entire time, never moving, gathering any and all lingering energy from the happiness she carried. How Simple a being, and yet blissfully unaware of how deep she had carried herself. As she left, heading back toward the village, A shadow slowly lurched out to touch her, but missed only just. It refused to give chase, choosing to vanish from it's stead and wander deeper into the forest.<br/><br/>Just beyond the vast Forest laid a land that took on a much more grotesque appeal. Thousands of Creatures, Humanoid or otherwise took up the space of scorched earth. What once was a field of beauty had been twisted into a little girls worst nightmare. In the Center of the Hordes of Demons and Creatures stood a large Circle, meant for summonings and transmutations, Around it was a freshly made human bone fence, leading to a throne. The Creatures around the circle were bowing and praising the circle, which was glowing a dark red and black. The Chant was loud, in unison a summoning ritual. Slowly in the midst of chanting a large demon looking giant walked out to the middle of the circle. He let out a might roar as he began to glow with the circle, All the creatures continued their chants and bows.<br/><br/>The Giant Roared loudly once more as the glow of the circle became a beam of dark energy, flinging itself into the air. The Flesh of the giant began to slowly melt away, the bones turning to dust as quickly as they were seen. Once every piece of flesh melted away, a pool of blood and bone dust remained. The Chanting stopped Abruptly, silence falling over the countless creatures. The Blood bubbled, the dust of the bones swirled in a vicious torrent as the beam of darkness slowly fell back to the ground. The creatures watched in awe as from the bubbling pool of melted flesh, a hand slowly lifted out, grabbing the side of the earth. Bit by bit a man pulled himself from the puddle, finally standing to his feet, covered head to toe in black blood. He walked slowly along the fences of bloody bones until reaching the throne. As he walked, the Creatures bowed, Not one defiant wretch among the willing, all ready to take any order. Among the crowds that circled the throne, One young looking Demon stood strong on the left hand side.<br/><br/>As the Demon of blood took his seat, He let out a small growl, His jagged teeth showing as he looked toward the Man on his left."What do you have to report, General Magnus? What did your Shadows find."<br/><br/>The Man, Standing 5'10 smirked, Moving some of his jet black hair from his blood red eyes. "We found the Girl from the Prophecy... She fits better than any we have come across thus far... And She is no adult... She seems beyond naive... What are your orders?" He said with a grin.<br/><br/>The Blood Clad leader howled in a smug laughter, Causing Magnus to scoff just a tad."You know your orders... Destroy the town, Kill everyone in sight, And make sure she dies by your hand. I want her head to be the center piece of My table." Magnus grew anxious with the anticipation of battle."Just say the word..." He said softly, almost giddy.<br/><br/>Without another second, The Dark one Howled."My Minions. GO FORTH!!"<br/><br/>Hearing the order, All of the Creatures on the fields grew into a frenzy and bolted toward the town, Magnus took to the frontlines and Drew a Very odd looking scythe, A wild Smile gracing his features. His Black, Sleeved Cloak fit loose on his Toned body. He wore no armor, A trademark of the arrogant and powerful. This Demon didn't even wear a shirt under his coat. If it were summer, He wouldn't be wearing his black mage-woven pants either. He also wore no shoes, and despite the constant filth he step through, His feet remained untouched. Some would say it was because of his control of darkness that permitted this, and they would be right to a degree. The life force that inhabited this world was just enough to repel the darkness within his own body. He remained a hairs length off the ground at all times, for he was unable to set foot on something so pure.<br/><br/>As they neared the village, the resistance finally met them on the fields. Magnus Grew wild and frenzied as he swung his scythe through human and demon a like. Such raw power, And no care for Ally or foe, he made his way through the ranks of warriors. After only a few minutes, Blood began to drip from his hair, That was slightly long and styled in spikes, held in place by the blood of past battles. No matter the grotesque nature, he gave off no scent. He was truly a force to be reckoned with. He only began to laugh maniacly as his scythe sailed through another warrior, steel and all. The purge had begun.