It was dark. The winds blew so harshly, that the tree branches and leaves were torn asunder. It was cold. The rain and ice came down like the wrath of god himself. The location of such a brutal storm was the small village in which Elves inhabited out on in the forest. It was a secluded area, not many folk knew it's whereabouts. But, it was that reason itself for which they were unsafe at the moment. The Elven Guards of the village fell left and right, and the attackers would not stop when they were dead....but would rather continue to mutilate the body of there foes, and devour the flesh. These creatures were demonic imps, brought forth from the depths of hell itself.
Screams were heard, as the Elven men were slaughtered and eaten in front of their loved ones, who would cry and then be taken from their homes and dragged down into the depths of hell, if they were lucky enough to be women that is....As the legion of imps continued, white, long pure feathers fell to the floor, as a figure with large white wings, greasy blonde hair tied into a pontail, and pale complexion with baby blue eyes floated down to the ground. He wore leather armor, with bits of chain mail sewn in over the vital areas. This was the angel Drenlin. Though he was an angel, he did nothing to stop the imp's monstrous attack. Instead, and he nodded and walked through the carnage.
"Good, good.....' said the angel, armed bent behind his back. " Lord Vortex shall be very pleased......Remember! Only the women survive! Anything that can't bare children is up for devouring, my minions!!!"
Drenlin through his greasy head back and cackled, as the sounds of death and destruction were all about on this night....
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