My Nerdvana

Three nights ago, he had appeared before the masses for the first time. Three nights ago, he had torn the arms from the corrupt priestess as she presided over her cowering congregation. Now they knew his face, added to the name they already hated and dreaded. He almost felt like laughing. Almost. Soon, they would all be liberated from their corrupt, evil ways. There would be no crimes on Nostramo by the time he had finished. No more…

A shrill scream tore his thoughts from his vision for the future and back to the present. He knew that cry; that was a female in distress. With barely a thought, he darted along the rooftops, making for the sound of that dread-filled cry. Soon, events like this would be a thing of the past and his home would be a peaceful place to dwell. Soon.

🩸 Blood angel 🩸

HERE