Under the dark skies Elestar held his sword against his chest, his thoughts whiting his blade, he saw them all standing there, like the shadow of a star on a demons heart, with their twisted minds and broken souls. The black swords and the red eyes coming toward him, he did not tremble for he was a man with nothing left.
Once he was a mighty warrior, now he is a scarred ghost, seeking revenge against the denizens of hell, they where now within a blade swing but he waited for their souls to be felt, his blade moved like a tortured soul, possessing their bodies and quenching their entrails. When the sun rose he wasn’t a man anymore, but just a memory in a demons mind.
I really dont know its just what comes to my mind in the moment, perhaps i will write more about him. its about a man against the dremoras. Again my english is not very good so any advice is welcome.
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