Gliscor had taken a detour.
What had started as an observatory trip to the Orre region, an assessment of how far the pest problem of the new world spanned, had now resulted in a full-blown extermination. The Harbinger had slaughtered each and every creature he’d come across, disgusted at the inferiority still threatening the existing of the elite. His hunt had brought him to Hoenn as Gliscor descended into the city of Mossdeep.
Death hung heavy on the air.
Gliding low to the ground, inhaling the delicious aroma of spilt blood, clean streets, Gliscor wandered aimlessly. Then, light from a building caught his attention. Frowning, curiosity piqued, as the bat neared, figures could be seen through the window. One of his own, an undead and with it, vermin.
“Traitor!” Gliscor snarled, furious. Pulling leathery, torn wings close to his powerful frame, the Harbinger crashed through the window, glass flying into the living room as he set his hateful glare on the audino. “How DARE you? Traitor!”
Ignoring its jolteon companion, Gliscor lunged for the creature; pincers grasping it in a crushing grip. One held the Audino’s throat, brutally silencing its terrified screams whilst the other was at its exposed stomach. It pierced the flesh effortlessly, the victim thrashing helplessly as Gliscor carved a ‘T’ in the skin, blood oozing as innards wriggled into the bat’s vision. Disgusted that one of his kin had failed to kill the enemy, Gliscor wanted him to suffer.
Throwing the audino to the ground with an ungodly cracking sound, the creature crying in terror now that it had been spared death by strangulation, Gliscor watched as its intestines spilled to the floor. Snapping the organs like ribbons, each spurt of blood soon pooling about the terrified infected, the Harbinger shook his head disapprovingly.
“Bad blood,” Moving like lightning, the bat’s fangs had sunk into the creature’s throat, draining the tainted liquid as the audino fell limp. It was a pale, the crimson contents of its body splattered on the floor or ingested by the Harbinger to leave nothing but a lifeless shell. Clamping his jaws shut, Gliscor beheaded the creature effortlessly, content with the execution.
Rising back to his full height, leaving the gory sight as it was, the Harbinger slipped back out of the window. Coated in a new layer of blood, Gliscor ascended into skies, the vermin and traitors of Unova on his mind.