Ah, you're awake, are you? *laugh* Finally. You're lucky I left such a pathetic little wretch like you alive. I could have killed you on the field, but I've done you a great favor and brought you to my.. well, it's not my home, but it's as good as anything else. I wait here at times, for local armies to amass what they can of their men for my entertainment. Occasionally I`ll venture out to find something to.. temporarily satisfy my urges while I wait. The patrol group you trailed after like a little puppy was one of those things. Your tiny little regiment will sate me for a few hours at most - so don't think that you've done anything worth feeling prideful about.

There must have been.. what? Two, three hundred of you? I lost count. The faces of you men blur together so easily I often find myself unable to keep score of how many I've killed in a single day. None of you are any different from the rest. Not that it really matters, even if some of you are different, you all die the same.

You think that's not small by any means, don't you? I can see it on your face. Here you are, bleeding out on my floor, still thinking that I can be bested. Still thinking that there is no way a single, beautiful woman could slaughter so many men within a single heartbeat.

You mortals will have to do a lot better if you even want to try coming off as serious in your.. *laugh* commiserable attempts.

It's.. so. hard. not to just slaughter all of the men I know are out there. In a single onslaught. One by one, a beautifully connected strand of slaughter. A trail of dead bodies decorating my wake! Without mercy. Without pity. Without. any. remorse. You see, I am biding my time. Taking it slow. Chewing my food before I swallow, rather than devouring it all at once. I'm edging myself to a great orgasm. Teasing myself, you could say.

Much like I did with your kin, in fact. You remember at least that much, no? It wasn't even an hour ago that you were on the field with them. Charging up that tiny little hill and impaling yourselves on my blade. I hardly had to move, most of your people did my work for me. Such meager attempts will never fell anyone of my grace, prowess, and power. I've had far too much experience in comparison to your meager lot.

I suppose I do have to give thanks to your people for the miniscule amount of entertainment I gathered from the event. It's rare, finding a group of men that were like their ancestors in their beliefs. You see, once, there were armies of men that could be sent forward in an attempt to slaughter me. It had been so beautiful. They fought so valiantly, attempting to defend their people and rid the world of a monster such as myself.

They fell so quickly to their lust, to being enchanted by the vision that I was. That, or they fell to my blade. There's no difference there, either - for my grace with a weapon is no laughing matter. I dare say it is even as beautiful as my physical being.

You could not imagine the mountains I made out of corpses, the beautiful blood that stained my dresses and skin. Not effectively - not to the true extent of things. There has been nothing like it for centuries. I do sorely miss watching it all unfold around me.

Watching your ancestor's eyes roll into the back of their head as they whisper 'God help me', and fall to my feet. Not realizing that there is no God, only *the* Goddess.

Only. me.

Watching as the look of disbelief is permanently etched upon their face as they crumple, much like it was upon yours when you fell at my feet. It was enthralling. Watching their shock as my blade cleaved so cleanly through them all. They whimpered, begged for their lives. Some simply closed their eyes, and I watched them become like many men that I have killed before. Powerless, weak, surrendering to their delicately beautiful, empty fate.

My blade sliced so cleanly through your innards, I'm surprised you're still alive. I know your kinsman must have seen you as one of the weakest. Your muscles are meak, meager. You are nothing in comparison to the captain of your little group. He was fun, but the single blow that cut him down was nowhere near as entertaining as you living so long.

I know you were so certain that you wouldn't wake up, but here you are!

Splendid for me, since I need to make you pay.

For what? Oh, you poor, worthless little thing. You don't remember? Your weak stomach couldn't handle my dress of gore. Spilled flesh and blood decorated my naked flesh - you couldn't keep your eyes off my nearly-naked chest, my full hips and blood-coated smooth legs. Perhaps if you'd just kept looking at my smiling face, you wouldn't have fallen into me and vomited on the slick blood that coated me with its rich warmth.

I love cleaning such gore and filth from my body, you see. But I rather enjoy wearing it around as wel, feeling the slick wet liquid cool against my skin before stepping into a stream of water. It feels like.. Well, that's not important now, is it? I'm sure you'd like to keep me talking about such pointless things, wouldn't you?

I'm enthralled by the idea that you still seem to think you can get away yet. Even though you're mortally wounded, your little brain is probably spinning about, working itself into a frenzy. 'Just keep her talking, I can escape still', is that right? Is that what you're thinking? You're sorely mistaken, my pet.

*laugh* How amusing. Your manhood can't rest, can it? It's been hard this entire time. You must be enjoying this. You can't stop staring at my breasts, can you? At my collar, my lips. Oh, the things they could have delivered to you, so many years ago. Before I became what I am today because of your kind. because of men like you. 

*moan* I bet you didn't feel that, did you? No, of course not. There's nothing quite like my sharpest of daggers piercing through your pelvis, though. You're already so lost in lust for me, my voice, my body. My history.. I told you, didn't I? You're such a lucky little boy, getting such special treatment from me.

Ah, there we go. You can feel the pain trickling in now, can't you? Finally feeling the aftermath of such a fatal wound to your privates, and now to your stomach.. your chest.. your heart.

Smile for me, boy. I enjoy it so much when your kind die with such a loving, defeated look upon their face.

*giggle*