“H-h-HOW! How could this happen?!“. An elven soldier shouted to the heavens as he laid half dead on the ground. His view was obstructed by a black shadow, its purple and silver eyes preying him like its next meal.

The creature went closer to the knocked down elf, each step turning his heartbeat erratic. It's mighty feet dug deeply into the ground as it reached the elf. It's upper body loomed over the elf like an almighty God.

The Elf tried to scramble away with the little energy he still had left in his body. His hands tried to find traction on the bloodcovered ground but failed everytime. His nails were dirtied and bloodied by the pitiful attempts to claw his exhausted body over the ground into safety. The elf was sure he would meet is maker but his instincts were relentless. They wouldn't stop and made him unable to accept his doom.

The beast's eyes shone with a red glint. A mighty stomp later the left shin of the elf was broken in half by the monsters taloned feet. The dagger long claws dug deep into the elf's thighs and with the monster's foot still placed on his shin the elf was fixated onto the ground.

The monster reached out with its deadly grey arm. A single claw playfully pierced into the elf's chest, it tore the skin away and dug deeply into his muscles, it slid further until he could feel a light 'tickle' against his organs.

Pained screams sounded out from between the elf's lips. “Why don't you kill me already?!“. The elf hissed towards the creature, globs of saliva and blood shooting out like projectiles.

A mad grin spread on the creatures face as an aswer to the elf. Its hand reached further up, covering nearly the whole face of the elf.

The elf tried to struggle as he felt the creatures claws trying to enter his sealed mouth.

Seeing the vain attempts of the elf a low sigh escaped th beast. Another clawed hand shoot out towards the elf, the first gripped at his Maxilla (Upper jaw) while the other clamped down at his lower jaw. The elf's jaw muscles tensed up as he tried his best to keep his mouth closed.

The creature, noticably irritated, tensed the grip on its first hand.

CRUNCH!

With a short but disgusting crunch the upper jaw of the Elf was shattered. But the creature did not stop there.

SHLOCK!

With a quick pull the lower jaw was seperated from the head. A bloodied tongue hung out loosely from the jawless elf. The creature wanted to pull the elf's tongue out but the current picture satisfied it enough already.

The torture proceeded as the monster took another claw to scoop out one of the elf's eyeballs. The creature only needed a slight tug to server the eye from the optic nerve that now laid loosely in its eye socket.

The beast poped the eye in its mouth like sweet candy, spilling a bit liquid. Instead of screaming the elf's tongue only wriggled slightly and red foam rose from his throat.

The creature thought for a while. Had it played enough with the elf? Should it finish it now? The pondering only lasted for a moment. The elf had barely time left in the living world anymore, so why not just finish it?

The creature's maw widened. Its glands covering its gaping maw in a viscious black slime.

CRACK!

The beasts jaws dislocated and widened even further with the new won flexibility. Its head was brought closer to the half blind and crippled elf. The stench of death wafted through the still intact nostrils of the elf, sending shivers down his spine. The elf wanted to close his eyes but the shear amount of fear and terror didn't allow him to do so and froze him in shock.

“God please sav-!“. The elf couldn't finish its prayer as the jaws snapped shut in a moments notice. The bear trap like mouth servered the head from the shoulders in a matter of seconds.

The monsters acidic juices were doing its work on the head, turning it into a swallowable paste. With greed and gluttony in the monsters eyes it feasted on the remaining corpse of the elf. With its mouth completely covered in muscles, organs and blood the monster endulged itself in the sheer pleasure of raw meat. The corpse was finished in a minute of guzzling.

The beast raised its head, still stuck with a few pieces of fat and organs, and looked around the vicinity; especially to a small path between the trees, where one of its prey escaped into. A scene of mass slaughter unfolded itself before the mighty predator.

Mutilated corpses laid here and there, limbs or whole disfiguered bodies strewed the ground like litter.

“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHRRRRRRRRRR!“. The mighty creature roared against the skies, hoping for another adversary to appear. But there was no creature dumb enough to give in into the taunting cries.

It just stood there, amidst the sea of blood and corpses, waiting for carnage and destruction.

A gust of fresh air flooded the place. The stench of blood was ablated by the refreshening gale. With the cool gale the burning instincts of the creature were cooled down once again. Self-awareness reigned over the feral instincts.

The foggy eyes of the demonic creature cleared up, its temperament tamed. The monster held a hand against its booming head, sighed and mumbled something. “God... That headache is killing me!“.

Ziihor shook the feeling of fatigue and the incoming hangover away from himself. He turned his head and his gaze turned to an inconspicuous dint in a massive tree.

Small whimper sounds came from the tree, or rather, from within. Ziihor bent forward, one massive claw holding tight onto the tree's bark, shredding it into wood chips.

His half scale covered face peeked inside of the small hole. At first he couldn't make out a single form in the dark hole but when his eyes adjusted to the darkness he only saw a miserable figure. With her long blonde hair dirtied with blood and burnt or ripped of at some parts, her eyes red from tears, her lips swollen and purple bruises covering her slim body, Silara only looked disgraceful in Ziihor's eyes. The damp air was sateted with a thick stench of piss which made Ziihor want to retch all over the place.

Anger welled up inside of Ziihor, he wanted to beat that woman to her senses. His surging killing intent startled the half asleep, half dead Silara. Her eyes slowly openned, glazed and unable to accept the harsh reality; making Ziihor hate her even more.

He brought his face closer, his nostrils blowing scorching winds against Silara's skin. The pain made her finally jerk up, her eyes slowly but surely cleared up and registered only then the silver black draconic face filled with overbearing bloodlust in front of them.

“KYAAAAAAAAAA!“. She cried out in horror and jumped up, hitting her head on the wooden 'ceiling' of the small hole. She broke down with her eyes rolled back and the white showing.

Ziihor though only sneered and walked away from the tree.

Ziihor still smiled faintly and directed his gaze to a half dead figure on the ground, with only one limb remaining any other person would have thought this figure dead already.

“Weiss! You alright?!“. Ziihor shouted.

“Y-Yes ever-thi-g is f-ne!“. Weiss tried to shout but because he was facing the ground only a few muffled words escaped him.

“Hahahahah no need to play strong, my friend!“. Ziihor laughed and moved towards Weiss.

He spread his torn dark wings and a black fog enveloped his disabled comrade as well as an intact corpse of a nearby elf. The fog ate away at the body of the elf and at the same time new flesh was glued to Weiss near limb-less body.

His left arm and legs were quickly restored at the same time the dead elf turned into a pile of grey, muddy flesh.

Ziihor deeply breathed in the fresh air and ordered. “Let's get out of here, fast!“. Morning was at dawn and a beast with absurdly high strength was closing in on them.

He looked back towards the small hole where the unconscious Silara laid. Ziihor was pondering whether he should spare her a miserable death and do the deed himself before the beast does it or if he should at least bring her to safety.

He held not even the slightest of feelings towards the girl so his descision was a rather quick one; Ziihor went back towards the tree.

His armored right arm flexed, his claws tensed up and ready to strike swift, his legs crouched for a quick dash. He would do it fast, painless.

His body turned into a weapon of its own at this moment, scales raised up like swords to the sky and his eyes burning with resolution.

Without even making the ground move Ziihor disappeared from sight, his body turned into a blur; with unfolded wings he ripped the air to pieces.

His right scaled arm slashed horizontally, bissecting the tree in one fell swoop. The wood posed no threat to Ziihor's oppressive claws and yet he was stopped by something. A thick dark blue antler stood between his claws and Silara's body.

The nightsky blue antler belonged to a wolf like head set on top of a magnificient snowwhite body. The front legs were hooved and more muscular than the hind legs making the creature lean forward and appear even more imposing, a large white mane only emphasized the regality of this creature.

A long white whip like tail grew out of its tailbone and cracked the air with every move.

The blue antlers started to fill up with electricity, emitting loud crackling noises. The beast's metallic grey eyes filled with killing intent. Its chaps raised up and revealed a long row of pearlwhite fangs, a deep growling noise also escaped the beast. The snowwhite fur stood up as high voltage zaps flowed down from the beast, blasting the earth apart, each of these miniature lightning contained immense power and moved as swift as snakes; seemingly sentient in a way.

'Fuck, oh fuck!'. The beast's head cocked up to the heavens, it howled to the skies, discharging all the build up electricity in its body. And at that moment Ziihor's whole sight was replaced by a blinding white light.

“Master watch out!“. Weiss tried to call out but his very screams were simply drowned by the ear-splitting noise of the crackling lightning serpents. His hand tried to reach out to help but it was all for naught.

'!!!'. Ziihor couldn't even think properly before his body was trashed around by the roaring thunders.

He couldn't even feel a single part of his body that was not burnt to a crispy state.

His charcoaled body rolled over the ground and finally stopped when it hit a tree trunk. Black smoke rose from his bones.

'Not again...'. Ziihor could still painfully remember the two wolf people he fought against. It seemed as if another trashing was incoming.

The majestic beast trotted towards Silara. Its antlers softly touched Silara's cheek and spilled forth a bright green and blue radiance. A dense herbal smell hung in the air as the light settled down. Ziihor looked at Silara and saw that all her wounds were gone. Even her reddened face was completely flawless now and her hair was glowing in a bright golden shine.

Ziihor glance at Weiss. He too was blown away but was in a much better state. Weiss locked his gaze with Ziihor's.

“Flee!“. Ziihor shouted and turned tail. Weiss did the same and so both of them ran away from the beast.

The wolf grunted and disappeared from sight. Each step left an imprint in the ground. Like a berserker the creature bulldozed through the forest. Trees and rocks were thrown around like cheap toys and some unlucky predators were trampled to death by the mighty creature.

This beast was certainly at the apex of predators in this forest.

The beast craned its head upwards and started to howl. In response dense clouds gathered in the sky, they turned from white to a dark grey and precluded the sun from shining through.

The lightning essence in the surroundings went crazy. Giant lightning snakes ran through the clouds and amde the air shake with their mighty roars. Small critters hurried into their underground caves to find a safe haven from the impending doom.

With a earth shacking crackle the clouds unloaded their electricity. The thunder closed in on Ziihor and Weiss, it seemed to home in on them.

The judgement of heaven descended unto both of them.

Weiss tried to escape via shadow swap but the lightning simply bounced onto the ground and snaked towards Weiss's new location.

Ziihor on the other hand infused his body to the brim with his soul power. The grey scales on his right arm turned into such a dark black that streaks of blue started to appear; his right turned into the night sky.

His draconic features became even more prominent as they resonated with Ziihor's draconic soul. Another black horn grew out of his left temple. It was covered in a viscous black liquid which made it look more like a formless shadow than a real appendage.

His silver and pruple eyes turned dark and held tinges of red in them. His wings also grew and started to form small spikes along the bones.

A dense black mist rose form Ziihor's feet and formed a black wall before him and the divine lightning.

Even Ziihor himself had no idea how he would fare against the emperor of lightning.