Crescendo and Caesura (слэш)

There's usually a moment of fear preceding the first blow, an innate hesitation in front of the thought of killing another being while being this close. This time, however, as he swings his axe with all his weight behind it, there's only one thing he wants. Death.
The guard's face is hit brutally, one last scream as the blade catches the nose bridge before his head is smashed against the wall, a fresco of blood shattering marble, bone and wood alike. He likes the decoration, likes the color, likes the rush of power inflaming his limbs, making him invincible, a herald of destruction. He wants more, craves more.
He'll eat anyone who tries to harm his Constantin alive.
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Set during the attempted coup.