The streets of Napoli were littered with bodies, slashed, burned, gutted and flayed. At the centre of the city, Regulus stood, surounded by a black mist larger then it ever was before.
It held a man, barely alive, by the sinews of a severed leg as it admired its work.
"This feels amazing... so much sweet suffering..."
Regulus looked up at the sky, took a deep breath and smiled before looking at the victim in its claw.
Thou art alowed to live, so that thee may the spread word of my deeds here.
It spoke to the man's mind, this way getting past any language barrier.
It healed the man's wounds, just enough to prevent him from bleeding to death or going into shock, before tossing him aside.
Right... back to Rome...