Her claws were already caked in the blood of the poor fools and as she continued to lash out and end their sorry lives, they became only more frightened, with many of them trying to beg at her feet. It was pointless though and she didn’t even give them a moment’s thought, ending them with reckless abandon. She wasn’t sure just how many had died but as the count continued to rise, the pink haired girl knew that it’d only be a matter of time before she’d attract the attention of the angels roaming among the castle. The entrance hall was little more than a blood covered disaster zone at this point and the holy feel of the place was gone, replaced by fear and death.
With a wicked grin, she’d chase after yet another pathetic male, impaling him from behind, before pouncing onto him and slashing with her claws. His face would soon become little more than a mess and she was quickly up and bringing down yet another foe. It was funny just how confident and arrogant they had been when she’d arrived, looking down upon her and speaking of their great deities with such reverence and now here they were, killed by the daughter of a god. She didn’t know much about her employer but it appeared that they certainly were not a fan of the higher forms of life either and had a suspicion that they’d deliberately sought her out when looking for someone to perform this task. Perhaps this was all just a test from her mother, in order to help prepare her for what was to come. She wouldn’t put it past her mum to do such a thing and that thought only spurred her onwards.
Eventually, the last of the bystanders fell to her claws and all that remained was just their lifeless corpses, leaving just her. It’d been a nice warm up but she was certainly eager to move on and made her way towards the large staircase that would lead towards her next challenge. However, just as she was about to proceed to scales it, a door would burst open from her right and a group of royal looking guards would enter the room. They all wore the same glowing armour, wielding swords and other bladed weapons but Cierra was hardly intimidated and simply sprinted towards them, claws still drawn. She’d tap into her magic in order to boost her physical strength and speed, before unleashing an aggressive barrage against her foes, a wild animal in the midst of them.
The guards were pretty good but were rather slow with their attacks, making it rather easy for Cierra to just tap into her animal instincts. A discharge of lightning would suddenly burst forth from her, stunning those close to her and that was where many of them met their death. Once they were immobilised, it was simply a matter of striking them with a few slashes and the kill count soon started to go up again. There was a method to her madness and by combining her simple techniques together, Cierra was soon in mid flow, striking through armour, bone and skin. The yells and screams of the men and women soon began to burst forth from her foes, as one by one they collapsed to the ground. A particularly nasty blood infused punch caught the leader of the guards in the abdomen, followed by a lightning fused kick which sent him crashing into what remained of his men. To her surprise though, he still lived and would try and rouse his comrades, despite the futility of it all.
Giggling, she’d raise a hand towards him and unleash a barrage of lightning from her hand, causing him to screech and scream with pain. It was fun to watch him twitch and she kept the attack going for as long as she could, forcing him to the ground in pain, which she just chuckled to herself. Torture had never usually been her thing but as she’d grown as a mage, she’d started to take a liking to it it, now that she had some new tools to use. Oh, there was another purpose of course, as she hoped that his screams would lure one of the angels down to her but that was a bit of an afterthought. Pleasure first, as always. After a while, his screams sadly stopped though as he died, little more than just a charred shell now.
For a moment, she’d glance around at the absolute mess that she’d cause before grinning and proceeding to climb the staircase, desperate to run into one of the holy beings. She had to constantly remind herself of the names of the creatures, as one of them had to be taken alive but there were so many that it was difficult to remember which was which. Ah well, she was sure that she’d know when push came to shove and so she just happily began her trek through the castle, leaving blood and guts wherever she went and leaving the castle in a lovely shade of red.