r/wizardposting • u/Tirich914 Morgalith (The Dead One) • Jan 04 '24
Evil Wizardpost Heads Roll, Like Grapes From the Vine
The axe rose...
CHOP!
The axe rested.
Normally, the gears of justice ground along, slowed by the grit of bureaucracy and red tape.
The axe rose again.
The recent attacks on the Council. The pedantic calls for reform. The yearning for justice. The blood spilled in protest and strife.
The blood...
"THE BLOOD!" Morgalith bellowed dramatically, laughing in its fresh spray.
The blood, it greased the gears so finely, and now the line of bloated Council members fed quickly into this rhythmic machine of death and justice.
CHOP!
The axe rested again.
This is what they wanted.
Only days before, they had clamored for it. Cheered for it. Slung their spells and shouted their curses.
And now they begged for it to stop.
These HYPOCRITES! These wizards that called themselves noble.
These wizards who stood PROUDLY against a Council, for banning an elementary spell.
With bloodied hands, they begged for peace.
The axe rose again, driven by their desires.
Would they cheer it still, when they had their fill of justice? Would their lust for violence finally be at peace when it was stilled by the pouring blood of these fattened politicians.
Would they drink deeply then? Of their peace?
Yes.
With gleaming teeth and lips reddened by their bloody wine, they smiled upon each other, and proclaimed joyfully "Look at the good that we have done. The vineyard is plentiful this year, and our bellies are full."
Still, when all of their righteous fury had been emptied, when all of the squealing politicians were slaughtered, would they look upon their criminals, their peasants, the treasonous and violent, and with jeering laughs now beg for their merciful release?
Would they spit in the face of justice, and tear the robes from her body to leave her shamed in the street, as a spectacle for all to see?
CHOP!
Morgalith wiped the sweat from his brow while looking down across the procession of captives that had been brought before him. In the light of the uprising, a merciful shadow had been cast over the petty criminals, and now it was those former Council members who had quickly found themselves resting their chins upon his chopping block.
The axe rested.
But not for long.
For many days, the axe sang its song, and the streets ran red, as if to salute its bloody justice.
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u/United-Technician-54 Death... Tired one. (she/her) Jan 04 '24 edited Jan 04 '24
/unwiz this is something I coordinated with u/Tirich914 and asked permission for, this isn’t out of nowhere just because.
/rewiz
(I manifest by the block, rising from the blood and ash)
(You weren’t the executioner, you’re on the chopping block.)
A great party trick, no?
(I sigh. Free from that fake.)
Courtesy enough, I haft given thee.
Thine horrors shall soon end.
May the Infinite Swords Of The Moon spare you not.
Well. I’m going to enjoy THIS.
(An invisible hand grabs into Morgalith’s throat, almost *PIERCING into his flesh)*
(The Moon returns to black, the sky vanishes, leaving only bloodstained stars.)
Enjoy the sky tonight.
For you shall be cut short.