Herald of the Goddess

Kneel before me, boy. The world you know is doomed. Your nations will fall, your gods will be slain and the fortresses of your rulers will be reduced to rubble. Look around you. Over a million men lay dead. Your comrades, your countrymen. I could kill you just as easily, you know that much. But your life will have a meaning beyond ending at my feet. Consider yourself blessed, for after you there will be no man who escapes me.

You, little one, will be my herald. You will tell the world of men what happened here today. You will tell your fellows of the Goddess who slaughtered the great army that gathered here. You will tell them that the stories of the devil-woman are true, as are the stories of the legions she has slain. But they were just the beginning, mere appetizers compared to the feast I'm about to gorge myself on. The million that fell here today were fortunate beyond their comprehension. They were the final step on my ascension, the sacrifice of their lives and their blood  elevating me to my rightful status as ruler of this world.

Run now, little boy. Tell your people. Tell them I am coming, that an insatiable butcheress thirsts for their blood. Call me what you will: The Slayer of Men, the Destroyer of Armies. But know that when their time comes, all will fall before me and worship me as the Goddess of War.