For what reason do we spill blood?

For what reason to we lift our blades to wage war endlessly?

Even in death, our souls are like the carrion birds of the battlefield, fighting over the scraps of death, even until we die a second time.

So then, why do we bathe in the endless tide of red?

"It is for naught, but to satisfy our own hubris, of course." Brahm, the Battle Monarch of Blood said to the endless darkness that forever filled the skies of the Thousand Heavens.

Of course, the darkness was not sentient, so it did not have an answer for him.

Eyes more crimson than freshly split blood, Brahm looked down.

Below him, the land was awash with endless chaos.

A battle field that had existed since the beginning of time itself.

A world of carnage.

That was the nature of the Thousand Heavens.

Numerous warlords had come before him, each one of them now a smoldering corpses buried beneath enormous mountains of metal, flesh and bones.

A battlefield so alive, the rivers of blood that flowed from them had long since gained a life of its own.

Brahm took in a deep breath of the blood soaked air, savoring the sweetness of it.

The eternal curse of this land.

All those who were born to it were cursed to forever do battle under its dark skies.

After battling for a thousand millennia, Brahm the Red Monarch had finally reached the apex of it all.

As his army of red marched forward, he lifted his gaze.

Filling the horizon was an army even greater than his army of Blood Demons and Crimson Devils.

A chilling wind came from the North;

The Snow Empress of the North with her Trungles and Ice Fairies, their eyes burning with endless hatred from all their kin he and his army had slaughtered.

A deathly breeze came from the East;

The Bone Emperor of the East. A half-man, half corpse and his legion of rotting undead and enormous bone summons, their arching spine bearing the dark banner of his flag.

Ear-blistering howls and roars from the West;

The Beast King of the Western Beast Alliance. His golden mane drifting with the blood soaked wind, the eyes of the King were aloof, but fervent, his claws scrapping against his golden throne floating high above his army.

There were thousands of other warlords across this battlefield that spanned the length and width at the apex of the heavens.

All of them had waged war on each other for centuries and eons, with blood fueds that ran deeper than the mightiest ore veins.

And yet, here they were, united against a common foe.

Brahm had a serene expression on his face.

He turned to his side,

"Absalom. What do you think?"

An enormous abomination that rose to the dark sky. Scales as red as blood and teeth that would send shivers down the spine of the most seasoned generals;

Absalom the Blood Dragon. A being that had wrought terror in the hearts of many beings in this land of endless war.

"The Monarch is mighty and his strength surpasses the heavens themselves." The guttural, roar of the Blood Dragon came, with enough power to roll back an ocean.

Brahm clicked his tongue, "Figured you'd say that."

Then he turned to his other side,

"Maggog, what do you think?"

A twisted, dark aberration stood at his other side, holding a crimson scythe that balanced on its shoulder.

"The power of the Monarch exceeds even the heavens themselves. However, I fear this might be where the conquest of my Lord comes to an end."

Brahm guffawed, "Wonderfully said, Maggog! It is indeed as you say!"

With a wide grin on his face, Brahm unsheathed his great sword. The most feared weapon in the heavens.

A blade that had drunk of the blood of newts and of gods alike.

"All the armies of all the heavens have gathered against us today. Our chances of getting out of this one alive are quite slim, no?"

A chuckle came from the dark aberration,

"You are truly all-knowing, my Lord. Then, what do you propose? A retreat to cut our losses?"

Brahm cackled then shook his head,

"A play of the nature of this world, Maggog. I have asked myself for a thousand years. Why do we fight endlessly?"

The grin on his face split wider,

"This is why, Maggog. Do you feel it?"

Maggog shook his head, "I am incapable of experiencing sensations, my Lord."

Brahm snorted with laughter,

"The smell of blood. The rush of hatred and malice brimming all around me. The fear in their eyes! This is the pinnacle of it all!"

He pointed his sword forward.

A unified roar that sent a tremor throughout all the heavens broke forth as the endless river of blood gushed forward for the last time.

With a roar of laughter befitting one with the title of "Monarch", Brahm rose to his feet and fell towards the earth.

Even as the commander of his army, the Blood Monarch would always lead the charge to draw first blood.

Because he was the child of blood itself.

The offspring of the endless carnage that plagued the heavens.

He was evil itself. Or at least, that is what the rumors said.

All the armies of heaven charged forward. Keen to destroy the scourge that had eaten at them for centurion.

The Warring Heavens were a turbulent place, but this abomination had singlehandedly unified it against him with his atrocious acts.

But one could not expect any less from a being born of slaughter.

Blood red cloak fluttering behind him, Brahm clenched his blade with both hands and swung.

The dark sky ripped open like a torn scroll as an entire legion of creatures that littered the ground turned into blood mist.

The blood-red runes on the surface of the Godslaying sword lit up as it greedily sucked in the crimson mist.

Running his tongue over his lips, Brahm let out a joyful cry as he dove even deeper into the battlefield.