Ezekiel
He shivered at her cool touch and grinned evilly. Of course, this was part of the job description too. It's not like he had any love for the puppets of this world, much like all the other ones they were nothing but shells devoid of meaning. Mere setpieces. And if she wished for the stage to burn, then let them burn brightly he said.
He flashed a bloody grin and raised his arms to the sky, blotting the light of the stars one by one with his dark incantation. And thus, the march began!
"Puppets of the lands of the dead, hear my words! The unruly masses of this world are wicked and debased. They hold naught but fear for death, yet they spread it like a malady! As beings of death, can you tolerate this hypocrisy!? Can you bear the filthy sight of this land, perverted and torn from its original beauty!? Can you stand idle while your lord suffers and fights by her own!? Nay. I say enough. I hear your diseased groans, your stifled tears in the dark! The dead may not speak, but they are not silent! So it is time to teach these pitiful creatures what death truly means! My lovely children shall join you, as man and woman are joined, let the true, final end join this Nexus!"
Vile birds of shadow, monstrous, shapeless beings of darkness crawled from the alleyways, from the shadows, the corners and the cracks of the rubble the union between the dragon and the queen had carved out. And with a single curse, stretching for miles to reach the entire city block, he marked all living beings for death.
"Bring me the saints on a cross of spears, let their tears flood this world like a bloody wound! Bring me the evil, so we can show them just how far they can fall! Angels and devils, men and Gods! Bring the wicked! Bring the dregs of society! Drag them out, rip them from the streets! for the glory of our Queen, I will suffer none of them to live!"
He waved his arm and pointed to where the will of death would lead. And so his shadows scouted the area, watching over the skies while every weak man simply fell unconscious from the curse, one after the other. They wouldn't even feel the pain of their limbs being torn apart. Their pitiful lives were as ripe for the taking as fruits in a tree.
He sighed in relief after the speech, which had taken a toll on his vocal chords already! He flashed a toothy grin at his queen and relaxed. Working this hard wasn't really his style.... but he didn't hate it.
"Howssat?"