#omen killers

Squelch

Squelch

Squelch

The sound of the Omenkiller cleaver dug into said Omens ground up flesh. A short but pronounced figure stood at the corpse of their fresh kill. With a deep exhale, the figure straightened up and adjusted the Omenkiller attire they dawned.

"It's amusing when they beg for mercy. As if I care to grant it. Soiled from birth, now in death they still remain a deformed pile of flesh. Alas, another token added to the weapon that takes their very lives." The stranger reached down and pried a still bleeding horn off their kill, blood noisily squirting out of the carved bone. They placed it in among the other horns on the cleaver.

"Not nearly as nice as the others, but the tally is still something I will continue to keep track of." They slid the mask off, and a man had been revealed as the cause of carnage.

His dirty blonde shoulder length hair fell back into place, refined facial structures dirty from the hastle of killing his prize. Dark eyes of pure evil glistened in the all too bright glow of the Erdtree. Romano inhaled fresh air of the Plateau. Working up a sweat to retrieve a mere prize left it's stench in the stone mask.