08-21-2018, 01:46 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-21-2018, 01:48 AM by Jaxen Marveet.)
The ice flows weakened the creatures, but Jaxen could not sustain the momentum for long. Smug satisfaction danced his lips when Ascendancy rose and took over. The man would be all the more annoying after this, but at least the fog-demons were dead. Along with cannibals and snake people, fog-demons went added to his little list of shits he wouldn't mind killing more of someday. He had no intention of interfering with their slaughter now.
The last one reigned. Unfortunately, Oriena bore the brunt of the battle. Jaxen had little interest in becoming the fog's next meal, soul-appetizer or body-dessert, but from his vantage, there was no way to peel the specter from Oriena without killing her.
It was with a near flickering sense of regret that he added to the assault, forming the nets that the others cast over the succubus.
Jaxen threw his hand over his ears, kneeling like it would buffer the sound. JUST DIE ALREADY!
When the screams fell away, he tentatively looked up. Only to find Oriena rigid and glowing. The mist still possessed her, but the power was gone. Something of Ascendancy's covered her like a blanket. Or maybe a net. Something between her and the source of the ancient power.
Jaxen happily tucked aside the knowledge of such a possibility.
What trained his eye, on the other hand, were the dozens of red dots hovering on Oriena's body. Lasers roamed her head, her chest, her heart.
Jaxen threw his gaze around the room, unaware of when the guard dogs of the Kremlin crept into the ballroom. They would have been powerless to intervene, but Jaxen inwardly cursed their presence anyway.
Like shooting Oriena was going to kill a fog-demon.
"Goddammit," he muttered to himself. Nimble strides carried him forward. The red dots spread like a disease onto him. His shoulder still fucking ached, now he thought about it.
He turned, standing in front of Oriena, blocking her, staring down Ascendancy and a legitimate horde of a channeler army. Briefly, his dark gaze flickered daringly to one coward of a man standing aside, far from harm's way. He settled on the man's one good eye and snickered a laugh.
He spread his arms. "Guess this means I'm not going to let you shoot her." Jaxen shouted his explanation for all the dogs circling the perimeter like wolves snipping at their next prey. Luckily, Jaxen knew how to fight back. A wolfish grin of his own grew daring them to try.
The last one reigned. Unfortunately, Oriena bore the brunt of the battle. Jaxen had little interest in becoming the fog's next meal, soul-appetizer or body-dessert, but from his vantage, there was no way to peel the specter from Oriena without killing her.
It was with a near flickering sense of regret that he added to the assault, forming the nets that the others cast over the succubus.
She would not relent! These children thought to overpower her!? They were infants! Dangerous beasts to castrate and put down. Her horde decimated! Her hive destroyed! The warning would spread through the world, casting hives into chaos. Whether by her hand or by one of her sisters, they would pay! These humans would all pay!
She lashed wildly out. Near to the brink, the vessel would split apart at the seams soon. The queen didn't care! She would ruin them all! There were too many. The mist brightened. The lights cast prisms of color around the room, searing bright. She couldn't slash them all. They pounded on her vessel's power. She couldn't-
Then one made it through. Her scream was terrible. Defeat. Grief. Loss. She howled with the torment of an age.
Jaxen threw his hand over his ears, kneeling like it would buffer the sound. JUST DIE ALREADY!
When the screams fell away, he tentatively looked up. Only to find Oriena rigid and glowing. The mist still possessed her, but the power was gone. Something of Ascendancy's covered her like a blanket. Or maybe a net. Something between her and the source of the ancient power.
Jaxen happily tucked aside the knowledge of such a possibility.
What trained his eye, on the other hand, were the dozens of red dots hovering on Oriena's body. Lasers roamed her head, her chest, her heart.
Jaxen threw his gaze around the room, unaware of when the guard dogs of the Kremlin crept into the ballroom. They would have been powerless to intervene, but Jaxen inwardly cursed their presence anyway.
Like shooting Oriena was going to kill a fog-demon.
"Goddammit," he muttered to himself. Nimble strides carried him forward. The red dots spread like a disease onto him. His shoulder still fucking ached, now he thought about it.
He turned, standing in front of Oriena, blocking her, staring down Ascendancy and a legitimate horde of a channeler army. Briefly, his dark gaze flickered daringly to one coward of a man standing aside, far from harm's way. He settled on the man's one good eye and snickered a laugh.
He spread his arms. "Guess this means I'm not going to let you shoot her." Jaxen shouted his explanation for all the dogs circling the perimeter like wolves snipping at their next prey. Luckily, Jaxen knew how to fight back. A wolfish grin of his own grew daring them to try.