(Time skip, some other stuff, things that will or might happen in the future, more stuff. Maybe I will split the story into two parts, one storyline consisting of Elena and the other of Yré. Yré is the name of the MC, combination of Ire, wrath, and the spanish pronounciation of the God Ra, the sun God in egyptian mythology. Tell me how you like it. 

It took some time to write this since I mostly need my inspiration from other fictions and the quality on this site seems to be really lacking at the moment.... I am sorry if I offended anyone with that. Anyway, here is the chapter you might or might not have waited for. Enjoy and tell me how you liked it! :D  P.S: sooo many mistakes, gotta fix them tommorrow :P )

"P-P-please, please spare me, have mercy!", a despondent man whimpered while on his knees, his face pale and eyes underlined by a dark red. A few sudges of blood stained the man's face as his teeth clattered in fear.

"Yes! I beg of you, have mercy with us, we-we... It was not our fault. We were forced!", another man chimed in, with his knees scurrying forward on the burned black ground and his hands folded in an act of solicitation he looks with his grizzly face deep into two feral eyes.

"I-it was him! He ordered us!". "Yes, it was him!". "It's the commanders fault!". "We had no choice!", wanton excuses uttered with waspish tongues. The group of men pointed at a single slumped down man, his forehead a single collection of cold sweat. His hands laid softly in his laps, twitching desperately as he wrecked his mind for a solution, a salvation out of this mess. But the figure that loomed over the kneeling group of bandits wanted none of that. More bandits, more scum to purge.

"Silence!", a diabolic and yet distinctively feminine voice hissed back. It was a beautiful voice, apart from the scorching bloodlust that was laced inbetween and the absolute apathy underlain. Hearing this single word caused the cooped up men to tremble in fear, shake uncontrollably as their bowels emptied and their complexion paled. With wide eyes they gulped and directed their gaze towards the heaven, most whispered inaudible prayers for only their Gods to listen to while others cried with quivering lips, lamenting the sins they have committed.

All around them were corpses strewn onto the blood soaked soil, flesh and skin torn off, young womans' bodies contorted into obscene positions; repugnant liquids of all kinds crusted the once pure earth in their filth.

Thick clouds of blackness coiled hungrily around the penned up bandits, predatory even, wisps of hot ash reaching out to tear them apart, and inside this thick sea of darkness were two blazing crimson eyes.

*Tap. Tap.*. Gentle steps resounded from the fog of darkness, the ferocious pair of eyes swaying from side to side with utmost tranquility.

Piercing through the wall of moving and breathing nothingness was a lithe girl, with skin unblemished by the swirling ash and a regal demeanor she trodded with wide strides towards the cowering men. One would expect those group of savage and barbaric men to jump straight onto this defenseless girl, yet all they did was eye the mass of darkness behind her, how it morphed into the faces of their deceased comrades and began to haunt their vulnerable minds with bursted flesh and mutilated limbs.

Long and lustrous hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her beautiful face in a rivulet of magma and soft gold. Two wonderfully ruby eyes gazed deeply into the bandits' souls, with vacuous profoundness. The wispy girl took another step forward, her untarnished face not flinching in the slightest as she breathed in the thick smell of death and sex that hung in the torrid air; a combination only the truly maddened could take pleasure in.

Apart from her eyes, devoid of every emotion save hate, her expression remained tranquil. Her thin, fine arm extended and with a delicate finger she pointed at one man at random. "Guilty.", she spoke with taciturn lips, the words descending from the whole world around them -this prison of ash and death was their only world for now and all eternity-.

Black lightning struck down on the man, tendrils of smoke crawled from their ashen grave and hunted on the living. Studded with horrifying spines and endless maws those black arms forked out, moved with sluggish movements forward, pecked cautiously at the man that was suspended in mid-air with their infected fangs and claws.

At first they tugged, then they pulled, afterwards they dipped into his red and soft flesh, then churned his intestines with vigor as they enjoyed their toy, burst his ribcage apart with delight, bulged forth from his eyes like petite buds, tore his muffled screams of despair into hellish shrieks of agony.

A beautiful red mist floated where the man once stood, pieces of his flesh scattered about like the leaves of an old oak, dead and devoid of life.

"Y-you fucking bitch!", a bandit yelled, brandished a short dagger that was hidden between his linen waistband and pale flesh and lunged forward like a crazed beast, which he was nothing less at the moment.

The crude iron shone dimmly under the sparse light of the sun, the moon? Who knows, time in this vortex of ash does not matter to the living anymore.

A silver trail was left in the air, the bandit shot forward, his steps hurrying over the uneven ground and not so rare corpses. With an elated smile -he was already in arm's reach to the girl, she was frightened for sure; what a fool.- he pressed the dagger through the air heavy with death and smoke. His eyesight was blurry but his proficiency with the dagger would allow him to hit a target even when blindfolded. Painfully slow the dagger limped like a cripple forward, a second stretched into an hour.

The girl licked her smooth and scarlet lips with a velvety tongue and made a quiet click. Unhurried she lifted one sleek arm and pointed with her thin index finger at the man that was rushing towards her. She sighed, ennui was prevalent in her tone, how often have those mortals thought they could kill her?! Have SOUGHT to kill her? She loved to massacre bandits, even more so if they were filthy men such as the ones infront of her, but it quickly got boring. 'What does master love so much about this?', Elena thought but came to no answer.

Her master was an enegmatic being, powerful beyond measure, so powerful that he recreated her whole self and molded her into something that only legends and myths spoke of. If she was already powerful beyond mortal and immortal limits then just how mighty must her master be?! Elena had no idea. But whatever her master was, he gave her strength, strength to live out her revenge and be of use. Unadulterated power was given to her, unimaginable power, by her master, by her God; and the one she wants to call lover, even if only in her own mind. 'When did it happen?', she reminisced as a small wisp of fire sparked into existence at the tip of her finger, it was enough to wipe out a whole kingdom.

7 years? No, 6 years and... and, I think, seven months, three weeks and... wait.... five days! That's right. 6 years and a half passed by, roughly estimated.

It was a wonderful time, a painful time and a time filled with the stench of death and carnage, she longst began to enjoy it as her master does.

With a smile she remembered the 'first time' she had with her master, how he held her above the ground with dark claws, clenched her tiny skull with an overlord's might and gazed deeply into her soul. Black eyesockets filed with crimson light starred into her watery eyes. His mouth gaped open and outlandish flames invaded her, pierced straight through her very being. She felt herself being consumed by the inferno that trashed in her intestines, drawn into its crimson maw, she wanted to cry but her throat was literally on fire. She tasted her burned tongue, smelled her singed flesh and felt the pain of breathing. The process was painful and ended in a dark abyss, the only source of light being her master.

He patted her head as she fell deeper into this chasm, tamed the flames and kept them from attacking her. Whenever he was there the pain would leave, her heart would ease. ( DAMN, I AM ON FIRE! XD ) He gave her peace, comfort and, most of all, company. In a world devoid of any feeling other than pain and the darkness there is nothing more pleasant than the warmth of another being standing right at your side. Yré, his name was like the most delicious sweet to her. It took some time but sooner or later she got addicted to his presence, to his almighty power and words, and although she adored his perfect side it was none other than his lack of knowledge that connected her with him. In the darkness she would often talk with him about the world, what she knows about, what she likes, dislikes and why. Yré's lack of knowledge amused Elena, she thought of herself as a teacher and taught him the most common knowledge about this world. Strangely enough Yré had some specks of knowledge, would sometimes even complement what she was teaching. Nonetheless, It still made her happy to be of use to Yré.

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And this way she regaled over the darkness and pain, for she knew that Yré would come and comfort her.

Without her knowing years passed inside her now comfortable home of darkness, her private place only for her and Yré. She matured and at once, on a beautiful day as the sun began breaching the horizon, her world was turned upside down. Darkness was replaced by light, the fire red by sky blue. With blank eyes she watched trees in the distance that shuddered happily with the wind, seemingly waving at her and urging her to come closer. But she stepped back. Her master was nowhere to be seen! Where was he?! Was she alone?! Had he no use for her anymore?! Would the pain come once again, this deep and aching pain?! No, NO, NO!!! It can't be!

She shyed back from the big and unknown world and cowered onto the ground, the cold, hard and lonely ground. She wanted her master's touch, she wanted it now! She needed it, she needed the comfort of his warm hands!

"M-m-master, where are you?", she cried out with tears running down her face. She trembled all over as howls echoed in the distance, howls of humans. Humans?! Why were they here? She panicked even more than before, the hate for humans was intense and only further nurished by Yré's twisted personallity.

What would the humans do to her? Would she end up like her mother?! No, she did not want to die, she wanted to see her master, feel his touch. This is what she was born for!

Trembling in terror she frantically searched for her master's touch, scent and voice. Her hands grabbed for empty air, the illusion of the black obelisk that kept her protected from the stormy tides of the world, the cruelty of reality, floated around her. "Master! Master!", she cried louder and louder, grasped for the mirage with weak hands.

"Ouch!", she keeled over, her face landing in the hard dirt. The dirt crunched under her clenching fists. "No...", she whailed and punched the unresponding soil. The ground shattered and rives spread like a spider's web beneath her. "I don't want this....", despair took a hold of her heart that only knew her master and the sparse memories of a mortal's life, a life she once led.

Pitiful, she looked utterly pitiful. Her whole body trembled all over, like a small rodent that gazed into its predators eyes she was rooted on the ground, her heart and mind empty.

"Relax.... It's all good.", at long last she felt a touch, heard a voice, and it was no other than her beloved master. Patting her head the black and crimson deva of carnage stood above her. What could only be called a grimace meant to shatter your enemies spirit, which was actually a small smile, sported Yré's face.

"Master!", she shouted and jumped into his open arms. Her tear-strikken face burried into his steel hard yet comfortable bossom.

"It's all good. Everything will be fine.", Yré reassured her whilst continuing to pat her head with his flesh rending claws.

"Elena... Do master a favor. Kill those humans for me, will ya?", he whispered moist and hot into her ears. The girl nodded furiously, her face flushed red. "Of course!", she yelped.

"Good girl.", Yré gave her a deep kiss, his boiling tongue wrapping around hers and his hands tightening around her frail body. The stunned girl pressed her waist against his, enjoyed the hot and painful sensation of her master's tongue, but waited for much more.

Yré squeezed tight onto Elena's buttocks. "Bad girl...", he whispered and pushed her away. "Now do like I told you to.", his stern demeanor returned.

"Of course.", Elena nodded and turned back,  wide smile on her face. Fear of humans? Pah! With her master around what could she have to fear?!

++++ (Same 'scene' but from another view)

Yré smiled 'warmly' and his gaze followed the lively girl he took under his wing. "Disgusting.", he mumbled and spit out. "Those humans are so simple minded. Tsk!".

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The man flailed about, his hands trying to grip at the fire that ate him from the inside, spread like a deadly virus through his body and soul. The bandit cried, howled, screamed for redemption, his eyes darting towards his fellow bandits and the demonic woman that was fidgeting with reddened cheeks.

"Master will praise me again!", Elena mumbled to herself. She clsped her cheeks and focused back onto her task. "First, I have to take the trash out!".

The branches of black thunder swarmed around the kneeling bandits, with dark fangs and seething claws they ripped their prey apart with the utmost care.

It rained red inside a cloud of ash, a truly bizarre phenomenon that took place all around the human kingdoms. (Placing some hints about the world. 'Human' kingdoms, huh, huh?)

Elena stretched her lithe body with delicate moans. The ground squelched with a wet noise as Elena lolled her long legs, the stench of blood flooded into her nostrils. Right now she stood atop a mountain of shredded corpses, crimson rivers flowed through the burned village that served as her background. Not one soul was alive all around her, she turned into an omen of carnage, just like her master wished for.

"Well done.", a deep voice rumbled from the shadows.

"It was nothing, master.", Elena responded with a blush. She held her head low to keep Yré from seeing her bashful expression.

"Come here.", Yré urged her closer and she did as he commanded.

He gripped her forcefully by the neck and kissed her. "Your reward.", he whispered with his charred lips and long tongue.

*!!!*, Elena exclaimed but did not try to resist her overbearing master, she enjoyed every moment with him, be it painful or joyful. The very existence of her master was pure bliss already.

She let her tongue wrestle with his, nudged her body closer and closer until their shapes blurred. She was wet, sweaty and breathing heavily, in other words, she was ready for her master; since long the stench of death couldn't quell her lust for her wonderful master.

She whimmered in his embrace, awaited another reward for her deeds. "I am sorry my dear Elena.", Yré kissed her softly on her silky rose lips. "I need to go for some time.", he caressed with his clawed thumb her soft cheeks and turned around.

"When will you come back?", Elena asked anxiously.

"It won't take long.", Yré smiled reassuringly. For most it would look like a demonic mask warped in wrath and lust for carnage but Elena knew clearly what each and every expression of her master truly meant.

She smiled meekly, her head lowered and she stared at the burned ground, her feet shuffeled over the soil, clearly she was sulking.

"Hahahaha... Don't worry Elena, I will be back sooner than you expect. A day, a week, a month at most?!", Yré laughed heartily, his hand patted Elena's crimson hair. "The capital should be close, how about you spent your time as an adventurer? When I come back you can tell me about all your achievements and people you encountered.", his vocie turned serious. "But remember.", he held her face between his hands. "Good humans judge over bad humans in their own ways, don't try to kill anyone senselessy, except when they dare to touch you, or make any advances.", he gripped her butt tightly. Elena averted her gaze and surpressed the squeal of excitement that was about to burst forth.

Yré gave her one last kiss before he dissapeared with the waving of the wind.

Elena licked the last residue taste of her master from her lips, with longing eyes she watched the ash being taken away by the calming gales. "I will miss you master.", she clasped her hands over her chest.

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"So annoying those pesky humans, going in heat like beasts!", Yré hissed as his body silted into fire and smoke. "Let's see what this world has to offer.", he whispered and merged with the night a dangerous glint awoke in his already catclysmic eyes.