It was nothing but darkness, without a spark of light.
But Kraven could see it all, he had better vision, and not even the darkness could keep him from seeing the chaos he had instilled.
Kraven stood with pride plastered against his features, as his amused silver eyes stared at the thousands of bodies laid waste before him.
Thousands or millions maybe. It was perfect.
Dark weaves in the shape of a form that matched his stood behind him, feeding off the bloodlust.
Kraven ran his bloodied hand through his hair, staining the soft strands with it as he laughed to his heart's content. His shoulders vibrated with immense amusement.
The smell of blood and bodies. It was ecstasy, knowing he had caused such ruin.
It felt good.
But then his full-blown laughter reduced to deep chuckles until the sound was no more.
Kraven's smile faded, eyes leveled, gazing upon the bodies and then his bodied hands, one held onto his word, the steel barely seen because of the stain.
