This is it?

High atop his castle walls Lord Cerelias stood scowling at the opposition only miles away in the distance. He knew what he had down now led him to this fate, and he accepted it. However he was not finished. In his mind he decided and to his heart he promised he would destroy each unfortunate soul marching towards him before he lay down for his final rest. The mob was only one-hundred feet away now. He drew his sword and raised it into the sky watching the gleam of the moonlight playing off of the blade. He found it funny that one of his final memories would be of something as insignificant as the gleam off of his sword. He murmured an incantation to himself, something beastly and primal. He closed his eyes and quickly reopened them. They had immediately transformed from they’re natural blue to an empty solid black. His mind was gone the spell had worked. A last ditch effort, something he could now never go back on. His body began to mutate, growing larger and distorted as it ripped his robes to shreds. As his final human consciousness began to wither he thought of nothing other than that beautiful gleam playing off of the blade. He was now a complete monster, a disgusting and grotesque shell of a man. He stood 9 feet tall with asymmetrical features. He had too little or too much muscle in some places, and lack of skin or overabundance as well. His teeth were large and blunt except for the ones that were chipped and jagged. His nails were gone, and replaced by protruding bone. His own blood dripped from his finger tips. His back arched to the shape of the crescent moon and his spine nearly cut through his skin. He howled into the night, but it was no war cry of intimidation, it was a cry of sorrow. He leapt from the castle walls and charged toward the mob. The moonlight was once again gleaming, though not off of the sword, but now from the tears in his eyes. He clawed, slammed, and chomped on every living being as arrows poured into him and bladed sliced away meat. The blood seemed infinite and the lives were now none. The lord had destroyed his enemies and they had destroyed him. His crimes had been paid for, but never repented, and his wretched soul was now vanquished.