"A star-filled night. The air is filled with tension. A gentle breeze blows by. A bright, full moon casts its light upon a vast grass landscape. Its glow only hampered by thin clouds and a figure standing near the top of a hill, casting its wide shadow over those down below. Clad in a black hood, iron grey and brown leather armor with Behemoth logo. Its head hidden beneath the black cloth. On the figure's back, a diamond-shaped shield. M H styled into it. Thick cast steel, black and grey in color, completely polished and ready to protect its owner. Behind that, rest an oversized bonesaw and a longsword. Around the figure's neck, a chain can be seen which is connected to nothing at all. Freed from whatever it was that was left behind. Left around the figure to remind itself that it won't be chained to anything anymore.

Below the hill however, the past has reared its ugly head. Previous tormentors, enemies of the figure's own freedom. They won't control over the chain back. To control the figure again, pull it into the direction they want it to go. But no longer will the figure, she, be tied down.

She lifts up her head, revealing a white haired, red vixen beneath the Disturbed hood. If the ears poking out the top didn't give it away already. Her left arm is completely enveloped by a purple mass she has had for a long time. A mutation, a natural advantage. As hard at the shield on her back. Looking upon her enemies down below fills her with nothing but rage. Her fits clench next to her sides, her scorpion tail curled up behind her, the horns on her arms spike up. Just like the hairs of her fur when the wind blows again.

She growls; she has had enough. No longer shall the past dictate who she is. With her right arm she reaches for her shield and puts it around her arm. The polished steel Machine Head logo turned shield casts a blinding light on whoever is dumb enough to stare directly at it. Not content with just the defence, she reaches out for her sword in her other hand. Swiftly, her sword is drawn. There's no way back now, but why would she want to? The blade has seen much action and is ready for more. The logo of Trivium etched near the bottom of the blade, its handguard of a gorgeously crude design. The Carcass bonesaw shall have to wait its turn. Her tail roll out as the harpoon-shaped stinger awaits what prey will come next, taunting at the enemies below as if giving them the finger.

Her enemies charge. The moment of truth is upon her. She lifts up two fingers while still holding the sword; her pinkie and her index finger. The devil hand, the rocker hand. The signature move of the mighty DIO (rip). As her enemies gets closer, the long chain gets closer to their grasp. But with one mighty pull from the vixen, the chance of grabbing it are gone. The chain rolls itself around her left purple arm as the vixen, with passion and hatred burning behind her golden eyes growls "Mother War will not be stopped."

With the grunt lower than the depths of hell could ever be, Mother War, warrior of Metal, charges at the oncoming horde. Whatever the outcome, she will never be chained again."

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A little short story I wrote for no reason other than this epic piece! Was worth every minute of the wait!

Immense thanks to  PangurBan91 for detailing this so beautifully <3

Mother War = song by Decapitated

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