Dante

Laughter surrounded the table of minotaurs, there were about eight. One mighty one sat at the end, drenched in a royal blue cape. He rose a mug in the air, and the foam of the ale inside toppled out.

"TONIGHT MY BROTHERS! WE CELEBRATE! FOR TOMORROW!! OUR ENEMIES SHALL WEEP!"

The minotaur all held mugs in the air, cheering! Without warning, the large heavy set wooden door crashed in, a body of a guardsman flew onto the table of food, the eyes had been gouged and hung freely, the tongue cut out. The abdomen had been sliced open, intestines leaking out wastes.

In the door way stood an armored stallion, it's eyes glowing a bright red, as it approached the minotaurs found themselves paralyzed with fear, Each felt their hearts race, as they couldn't move, the stallion jumped upon the table; slowly walking.

"Your enemies are my people..." Said the stallion with a deep voice.

He spread his wings, bladed by the armor. As the stallion slowly walked, he flicked them, slitting the minotaurs throats. He stepped upon the body of the guard he killed, his innards squishing against the bottoms of his hooves, he continued to walk to the largest one. They met eye to his shining eye, the stallion grinned bearing his fang like teeth.

"General... It's an honor to meet the one who has slaughtered my men, and hung them as.. Warnings, examples..."

The minotaur sat there in his chair, panting. His eye's darting.

"Your children enjoyed watching their mother be skinned alive and burned... Then, they watched their older sibling share the same fate... One, after another, the youngest cried for you to help him.. But, where was daddy?! He was off slaughtering prisoners! Don't worry, your men died no quick and painless death! No no! You see that body on the table there? Your, elite guard? He's an example of how some of them died..."

The stallion spoke, each word shook the minotaur, the general cried upon hearing the fate of his family...

"Oh ho ho.. Now now, no need for tears! You'll be with them soon enough!" He said spreading his wings, the blades upon the dripped fresh blood, along with his horn.

"Th-The King will make you pa-"

The stallion punched him hard, making the general spit blood.

"Your king, is dead! My mother sends her offer of peace!" The stallion spins slitting the generals throat. Blood splatters on the floor, and a gold trim on the chest plate of the stallion's armor glistens from the candle light.... Dante.

Dante slowly walked away, the halls littered with tortured corpses he had tormented with magic, a minotaur was still alive in agony, begging for the pain to stop.

Dante remembered him, he was making him burn from the inside out. The halls were soaked with blood and organs, bodies hung from the ceiling and walls with binds formed from them, they were cut open, and leaked fresh blood. He held his tongue out to catch droplets, they tasted oh so sweet, so..... Delicious.

Those who here still living were left to die, as he stepped out of the castle, he grinned licking his blood covered mouth, he looked back one time and his horn sparked. The castle went up in flames, the screams of the living were not long, but he stood there listening. Sweet melody, he thought to himself, the sounds of peace..