The large leather clad figure stood atop the roof of the tallest building in the city bellow the buildings smoked and burned caught up in the unholy fires of the pit. His fists engulfed in a pure blue flame and a thick patchwork of embers burned in the side of the figures face disrupting the black fur.

The beast watched the effects of his handy work before turning away from the burning city. His heavy boots crunched the small pebbles that littered the rooftop as the light from the fires flickered and reflected off his sharp polished horns. His eyes burned as a small whisper of smoke drifted from his nostrils.

"One down, five to go." His voice resonated low, but non where around to hear... non of the living anyway.


My new favorite peice done by the always talented and unbelievably amazing!  VogelRove