*The civilian was thrown to the ground as he looked up to see his children being killed . His wife whimpered as she cried and begged to be released. She saw the large knife as it readied to attack. Looking towards her husband as she smiled and whispered "I love you..." With those last words. Her throat was cut, hitting the ground dead as the husband whom lived a good life before today cried. He begged for his life to be taken as the man with the knife cleaned it nicely against the civilians shirt. " You cry for your family.... I am not sorry for this as we were told to handle those in this area..... Poor souls. Living a life of having to force yourself to work and work. All day, every day... Such a sad... sad life.... so I ask you one question sir.... Life... Or death?" Still crying, he looked up at the captain of the guard "Death.... please... I do not wish to live...." With a hard regretful sigh, the captain pulled his sword out. Placed his hand on the mans shoulder, "I shall be your reaper...." In one rapid motion, his blade slid into the innocent mans spine. Using his own feet, he pushed the now dead corpse. The mans body hit the ground beside his dead family. Salt used his handkerchief to clean his blade of the blood. "Burn them..... destroy this area.... Nothing exists here..." Walking away, he climbs up a top of his mount and watches the flames that were placed slowly rise up into the dark sky. He and his men rode off towards a large dark castle.*

MY FIRST SERGAL!!! AHHHHH!!! I FINALLY HAVE ONE AND HE IS KICK ASS!!!! Captain Lancer; blood thirsty, warrior, wrathful man whom does such terrible things but heads home to enjoy the sound of music and tea.

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