[XtraMagic]

IC: Purifier
(Flying towards the fort)

As he was flying several things were running through his head. He was thinking about all the things that had happened, the events that had occurred. Comrades he had lost, the faint but vaguely distinct images of his master. The endless horrors of things he had done. But to get where? where had he gotten? He can still recall that night, like it was yesterday.

*FLASHBACK*

He was a Lieutant in the Royal Guard, after having spent months in the swamps the scouts had returned with some good news. They reported seeing an Elyos Village just North of their current location. They also reported seeing the mass numbers of soldiers gathered at this location, you could hear the sound of metal clanging from miles around. This was surely the biggest break they had gotten in months. After having suffered many defeats at the hands of the Elyos it was time for some pay back. The offensive was launched after the Great Burn. Soon after several days of planning, d-day finally came. Using the cover of the night the entire battalion dressed in some sort of camouflage moved towards the village. Behind them were several barrels of oil which was used for cooking. They were going to burn the whole lot. Once they neared the village they saw the soldiers huddled around the campfires. "Hehe weak things these Elyos, can't even stand a little cold" He thought to himself. Looking beyond Purifier saw barrels of oil stockpiled in several corners, good just as the Scouts reported. They sealed the pereminiter with a large oil slick, spilling it all. While waiting for the order, Purifier could make out the figures of the soldiers sitting there laughing, unaware of the present danger, unaware of their death. Anger grew within him; the chilling screams of the dead rang in his ears. Wanting to kill the bastards with his bare hands, but he knew better; waltzing in there would mean suicide. " I live now, then I can fight tomorrow" he thought. Soon the order came, the call of an owl. Lighting the torches they lit the oil on fire. Hungrily eating the oil the flames started to move fast and hard inwards towards the village. The conditions were in the Asmodians favor. There had been a dry spell for quite some time. They used it to thier own advantage. Watching it burn he steadied for the second wave of attack. "Rangers! ready your fire!" with that the sound of several bows being strung echoed muffling the screams coming from the village. A runner ran up the firing line lighting the arrows on fire. "Steady"...."Steady"..."Fire!" Purifier shouted. Bits of fire shot through the empty sky hitting the oil barrels in the village, blowing them up upon impact. "Soldiers ready yourself, For tonight you shall feed your revenge", The war cries echoed in the valley "Charge!". With that the battalion took flight heading straight for the burning village. Hammer ready Purifier swooped down on the village smashing the skulls of those whoever he could find. A blood lust, a mad blood lust. Killing all men, women, children. Killing them all. The next morning brought victory but also regret, regret that he had killed innocent children and women. "Son, I know what you are thinking" looking around to see the general. "Just think that they did the same, they killed innocent women and children; who had no say or fault; Killed them all". "But sir, should we stoop to their level?". Angrily the general replied "If we didn't do what we did many more Asmodians, Innocent Asmodians would've died". Understanding Purifier got up and walked away, away from the village, away from the guard.

That night still haunts him. Looking ahead he saw the outline of the fort. Rangers standing atop the towers; screaming that he's approaching. A grin crept across his face, something about death made him smile.

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