To call the civil war that erupted into Cafeld Castle a slaughter would be less then satisfactory. Villagers and servants of the realm fought to the death in cobblestone hallways and ornate courtyards. Vas simply observed the massacre as it unfold, intruding only when a simpleton from either side took hostilities towards him.

And damn did it feel all so good!

Blood splattered against century old artworks. Honor-guard knights fell to housewives welding whatever cooking utensils they collected from home. Looted gold and gems from the King's very vault rushed out of the keep on the fleeting feet of the repressed. For Vas, it was the purest form of glory. Moving, bleeding art. War.

After having his fill of beautiful violence, Vas motioned towards the central chambers of Cafeld Castle. Few guardsmen remained to protect the inner court and it's aristocratic leaders. Those who did remain dropped their weapons at Vas' very sight. They did not know of his godly being. They were just to defeated to continue. The God of War shook his head at the hold-outs, for they were truly a shame.

"Weak, all of you simply weak," Vas told them as he took aim with his blades towards the mortals. "Worthless worms taking hold of a decaying world. Godless shits."

The guards took up their arms once more, but for their own skins. Their eyes burned in fear and anguish. None of them wanted to die this day, but the God of War had other plans. Vas raised his arms far over his head and began to glow in a searing orange energy. 

The guards looked away from the sight so not to be blinded, but found that when they took gaze at the armored god once more, four orange beings of pure light and energy stood beside him. Each looked like warriors from different ages, damaged and bloodied from eons of war. A brutish barbarian, a female marauder of the sands, a vicious viking berserker, and a fierce knight.

"End these pests my War-Worthy," Vas ordered as he paced by the now petrified guards. "I want their their heads on pikes and their blood smeared all over this castle by noon."  

As soon as Vas was past the entry way and inside the inner courts, the pained screams of damned mortal souls howled through Castle Cafeld. With his War-Worthy unleashed once more upon the world of flesh and bone, Vas felt truly whole again.