The whole scene was dark.
I stood in front of a massacre.
Bodies. Thousands of them. Hung in the air like grotesque ornaments.
Black rods pierced through their chests. Impaling them. Suspending them above the ground with nothing but that cruel support.
And the ones that weren't hung?
They lay dead on the ground. Pools of blood covering them. Spreading outward. Mixing together into a bloody sea.
More than hundreds of corpses were piled up. Stacked upon each other. Forming a throne of flesh and bone.
And above them stood a woman.
Looking at the sky.
'Where am I?'
Confusion flooded my mind.
I took a step forward.
SPLOSH.
The sound of my boots splashing through the blood made the woman twitch.
She turned. Looked toward the commotion.
Our eyes met.
She looked like something between a goddess and a witch.
Gorgeous. The epitome of beauty itself.
