ONLY SCARS REMAIN OF WHO I WAS!

Silent in his stare, frenzied beyond grief, he hadn't noticed Valerius was talking to anyone until the white and orange tigon drifted down to face him. The Xenosmilus met her pale eyes with maddened anger, and he heated his chains. Whatever words she spoke, tone gentle, were lost on the angry god, up until she had gotten so close he could feel her breath on his ear. "To please the gods, familiar stranger." It sent shivers down his spine. The tone, the wordage, it was familiar. Even so, he snapped back, "You follow false Gods, they do not care for your sacrifice-"

Pain seared in his shoulder, and her silent grunts of pain as she gripped the hot chains and pulled him to one side forced him to fall silent. He could smell the burnt hair and flesh, and his glowing eyes caught sight of her bleeding and burnt paws. If she was in pain, she ignored it and pulled again, this time to the other. And then back and forth until a chain went loose. Still red hot, the tigon wrapped the chain around her foreleg, ignoring the pain and blood that had started to become more and more noticable.

She was quick as a microburst, the way she took the chain and cracked it across his face like a whip, catching an eye in her attack. Blood sprayed along the stone ground, and Byriath's head whipped to the side, a glowing eye looking to Diego before he was forced to look back at the tigon. "Look at me. Die like a man, with some dignity." She growled before she forced the chain over his eyes, holding it in place as he screamed and writhed, whatever left of his melted eyes spilling like hellish tears down his face and onto the floor.

And at last, he tried to bite down on her. But as quick as he was, she was quicker, and had moved out of the way for him to almost fall, though caught by the rest of the chains. His screams became gurgling noises as blood, a royal purple, frothed from his mouth. And Byriath lurched back, knowing he was going to die. At least, his body would.

From the now open gash in his neck, burnt around the edges, she had descended. Claws tore into his throat, staining golden and white fur purple as she pushed him over, whether he was alive or not she didn't know, and prepared to bite down and take his head off. Literally.

Byriath was dead by the time he hit the ground, unable to fathom his own demise and beheading. The tigon, proud in her work and doused in royal blood, propped his head up for all to see next to his body. It would take some work, to clean the skull and figure something out with it, but she had time. As for the fur, she could make some mighty apparel out of it. And the bones, armor. The tigon looked at Valerius, then at Diego, before turning her gaze to the onlooking group. "To the gods, ladies and gents!" Was she being a bit looney? Possibly. She had no idea what had come over her within those past several minutes.

BYRIATH-COALITION-FALLEN GOD OF VIOLENCE, CRUELTY, AND MALICE