Tricking the realm
Seated on a pile of dead bodies was a masked youth with two pair of feathery black wings. With mangled corpses strewn all over the place, a Black Phoenix collecting blood, and a sea of black flames the winged-masked youth held a man wearing black robes on the neck.
The man in black robes had cuts all over his body and all four of his limbs were cut off. One of his eye was missing and half of teeth had been knocked out of his mouth.
He profusely bleeding through his wounds, excruciating pain was making him wish for death, and as he cried blood he was still alive and his mind was refresh enough to feel the pain.
With an altered voice, and eerily crimson eyes, the youth stared at the man and asked, "Is your words true?"
The man in black robes, looked at the masked youth in fear and nodded his head in response and weakly uttered, "P—please… kill.. me… free me from this misery. "