Sasodo stood facing the small church under the cover of night, his pinkish hair blowing in a light wind. His eyes sparked with contempt toward the building and what it represented. It was decided. This would be the first - of many if he lived that long. As it was, he didn't really care about his own life. He had already sacrificed it when he dedicated it to revenge.
With that thought, he let his rage boil to the surface. His face twisted in a snarl and he released a feral scream as he lifted his claymore high, the air around it vibrating with magical energy. He slammed it down and released a devastating shockwave. The windows of the church blew out as the structure shook, long, spidery cracks appearing in its walls and thickening until the whole of the church fell apart into so much rubble.
"There's no turning back now." Sasodo said to himself.
The thought should have frightened him, but he felt only slight satisfaction and momentary peace as he walked away to find a place to sleep.
