Upon wings of blood

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Spartan

The White Lion
He slipped across the room with uncanny grace and leaned against an open window. From there, he observed the land. Scorched, desolate, and absent of green, what once was a place of life was now a killing field.

"Beautiful." He whispered to himself before sipping his wine. He smiled as he cast his venomous green gaze out of the window, looking over the smoldering land.

"Even now, those mindless fools bicker among each other. Completely unaware of the might that will soon rule them all..."

The raven's cry caused him to grunt slightly. "Yes, bird. I know we must make our move soon, but let us,not be hasty...let them weaken themselves. It is the knife that takes it's time that cuts deepest...Soon, my pet...they will know and kneel to the name of Xanatos..."

The raven cried again, this time beating it's blood red wings and hopping toward the window anxiously. Xanatos raised a slender brow and extended his hand, causing the raven to perch upon it. "What is it?"

Following the bird's gaze, Xanatos looked to the west and smirked. "Well...what have we here?" Suddenly, he pulled a dagger and sliced his fingertip, smearing the blod on the raven's forehead.

"Blessed by my blood as you take flight, I cast thee out in blackest night, let my eyes receive your sight...find the source of that burning light!"

The raven took to the skies, soaring toward the silvery light in the distant west...
 
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