After the Rain Stops

The Dark Lord

A man walked amongst his troops, the Damned, and showed no emotion.
He had to keep it this way, to make sure they knew he was in charge. He would have no disobedience in his army.
Disobedience ment death by his own hand.
No one wanted that.

The man walked up the stairs if Black Keep, his personal castle.
The castle was made from an active volcano, and it wasn't inviting in the least.

In other words, it was perfect.

The man walks up to a throne made from swords and discarded pieces of armor. The swords and armor had all been used in battle, which is why they were rusted and splattered in blood. With each new victory, his throne grew larger and larger.  

As he sat there thinking, a soldier comes in with people he captured, taking a knee in front of the man on the throne.
"My lord. I bring slaves in the hopes you'll hear my plea." The soldier says, his eyes as red as the blood he shed.
The man on the throne nods slowly, and the soldier never breaks his kneeling position as he holds up a broken sword, the hilt made from pure Starmetal.

This made the man on the throne slightly adjust in his seat.

"My lord, after a skirmish with the enemy, I acquired this through trial by combat. I successfully slaughtered them all, down to the last child as ordered. I humbly request-"
"Bring it to me."
The soldier is instantly on his feet, eyess down as he holds the hilt of a once beautiful sword out to his king. The king takes it and looks it over, the blade slowly reappearing on the sword.

The king nods, then sets the newly corrupted blade to the side.
"This will suffice. Thank you, Lord Callin. This is an excellent gift." The king says, nodding to the soldier.
Lord Callin hesitates before he asks, "And of the slaves?"

The king looks at the terrified people, mostly women and children.

"Slaughter them. They are of no use to me."
Lord Callin nods, and the screams of the innocent fill the halls as the kings guards slaughter them all.

And the king smiled at the death.