Give him his head...

Walking up to Max, you look into his eyes, which by now are filled with fear. You get closer, grip his head tightly in your hands and whisper softly into his ear, "You lose, human. You and your race will fall to our superiority." With a simple tug, you rip off his head and using your magic, you keep him alive for a minute or so, feeling his facial muscles twist into a frozen cry as he can see his own body headless and squirting out blood. Squeezing harder, you slowly grind his head into mush, reveling in his screams and the sound of his skull fracturing and breaking into pieces, leaking gore and fluid. Rage inside of you builds as you think back as to how this...thing...could even challenge you, how your lust goes unsatisfied and a incredibly small part of you mourns the lost of your humanity...You take your pain out of Max's corpse, and soon, there is nothing left except pieces of flesh and a huge blood stain. Cleaning the bits of the late Max Greer off of you, you open up your wings and take flight into the night sky, not caring for the wall you smashed through to get outside. With the night air filling your lungs, you set off on your quest for more victims...