Hearts burned and souls withered as Gadarands swords swiftly cut through mens bodies.
The fight gave him pleasure, men falling into there comrades blood gave him pleasure , and the fans of blood flowing from his twin blades.
Gadarand twirled between men with spears, swards, and all manner of weapon in there deadly dance, as he spun and killed he caught sight of his arms; the tattoos speckled with blood.
Bloody ugly red stuff that it was, he thought as he cleaved a mans head.
Many things Gad was, but dirty wasn't one of them.
He thrust one of the partnered swords into a mans hand next to him, "Thanks!" He said to the black haired man as he wiped the thick, warm blood from the tattoos of his home–land.
As he did-so the man started to rise from his knees he had fallen to when the pain had hit him.
 Gadarand trained his crystalline green eyes on him, then grasped the sword pulling it savagely from the appendage then slashed his chest open.
Bad manners that one had with not understand that a man had to stay clean, He laughed.
The next three men dropped like bricks to the floor.
The last man went to the floor with screams fading from his lips, as the sword was pulled from his body, So dark.
The pain blossoming from his chest gave a bonfire something to aspire to.
How could something so warm be the gate–way to death, " I don't think you will live long sir," the man with green eyes looked at him with the ferocity of a war–cat, " she comes! With your name carved in memory! She comes."
The bony fingers of the great beast clutched at something inside the dyeing soldier, ripping it free.

Gad looked on the mans contorted face as he thrashed on the blood soaked floor.
She comes dose she, he thought, well I be here waiting.
Many brave men had been given to the great beast today, and yet he felt no remorse for there deaths. His wife may have been right after all.
Dark shadow clothed the women who had appeared in the great room of the palace, One man stood to greet her, a man with eyes of emerald fire.
Her shade like form breathed in the beautifully pungent aroma of slain men, she never would understand why it gave her a grin.
"Gadarand you have done well," The smooth as polished glass voice said.
"Yes, malady I do be thinking I have," He shifted in his stance.
He said it with a smile of all things, she glided forward.
"Do you understand our bargain?"
"i do."
Something flashed in that emerald fire that gave her pause.
She stood before him now, laying a hand on his chest.
The hand gave off cold and... something els, but the touch was as light as any women's.
"I do be ready to serve."
"Then take your place!"
Gadarand shimmered and shifted. He understood his wife was right. No good comes of surveying thy own justice.
There do be no good coming of it. 

"Give me life, I will show you death.
Show me sight, and I shall make you blind.
Destroy, and I will create to destroy.
Show me light, and i will create the sun. "

"If light could break walls, such a beautiful sight would be one of a broken world." 

"Perfection isn't something we can achieve, yet we try.
Light isn't something we can touch, yet we try to take it, to believe that we give off the light.
Truth isn't something we can measure, speech isn't something we can to teach to a man who cannot hear.
Time is something of men yet time docent touch us.
Make the day a day of light that cannot be touched, heart that cannot be touched, belief that cannot be measured, and speech that brings beauty, words that makes the def man weep. "

Before 

after.
I learned that i suck at photoshop and need a lot more work.  

"Youth is beautiful, delicate, and on growing. Much responsibility is put upon us as they grow. Be weary of what you teach in those years, and more importantly pay special attention to what you do." 

Motion.