03-18-2021, 03:27 PM
Marcus wasn't really sure how long things lasted. He was in that place, again. As the Angel of Death, Malik, he would get lost in the work, the careful sowing and harvesting, husbanding of pain and reaping of justice. This wasn't quite the same. The game wasn't mental, a seeking of the best way to break a person according to what they personally hated or feared most.
But it had been a long time and the tension had built up, almost to a point of pain, he realized, nearly sexual in nature. A case of psychological blue balls and he released it all at once in an orgiastic frenzy of burned and cut and exploded bodies, limbs and viscera. The wall had come down at some point and he had pressed himself with the Force, this weaves seeking them out even as they ran, the scent of carnage and fear filling the air that he heaved in great draughts as if to pull it into himself.
At some point during the melee, without conscious thought, his eyes began to glow and he felt himself expand slightly, giving it up to his Malik hunger, the desire to kill, to destroy, to reign down fire and death from on high suffusing him, waves of pleasure and peace and contentment radiating through him in ever greater waves, lulling him down the tunnels, the promise of still more...
Marcus stopped, the sound suddenly going quiet except for the scrambling of the remaining horde. He looked around and bodies lay everywhere- mounds he hadn't remembered walking past. Regaining himself took a moment and he looked back. He was far down from where he had started. The wall of dead that had built up against Nox's wall had slumped over, a wide swath he didn't remember making giving him a place to pass through.
Where were the others?
He gave on last look in the direction the remaining creatures had run to- noting it with a promise to come here again. Marcus might not be able to hunt anymore above. But down here...- and then went back in the direction he'd come.
It was chaos. Apparently, some of them had fled to a homeless encampment. The torn remnants of tents and boxes mixed with that of bodies- human and inhuman. Ascendancy, Nox, Carpenter and Allan were burning everything, their faces grim. Not just burning. More than one person suddenly went from frantic pleas or painful movements to stillness. Puzzled at first, he then remembered Nox's words.
He nodded approvingly. It had to be done.
He went back to where he had been and wove fire and air. He didn't move as the tunnel became an inferno. Wind picked up, superheated air rushing around him as bodies blackened and the smell of charred meat filled his nostrils. Viruses were nasty things and the tunnel needed to be sterilized. He didn't step back even as the heat became too much. His cheeks felt tender and his eyes watered, but he didn't stop or move until it was done.
He turned to rejoin the others, heedless of thread that gave his eyes that glow.
But it had been a long time and the tension had built up, almost to a point of pain, he realized, nearly sexual in nature. A case of psychological blue balls and he released it all at once in an orgiastic frenzy of burned and cut and exploded bodies, limbs and viscera. The wall had come down at some point and he had pressed himself with the Force, this weaves seeking them out even as they ran, the scent of carnage and fear filling the air that he heaved in great draughts as if to pull it into himself.
At some point during the melee, without conscious thought, his eyes began to glow and he felt himself expand slightly, giving it up to his Malik hunger, the desire to kill, to destroy, to reign down fire and death from on high suffusing him, waves of pleasure and peace and contentment radiating through him in ever greater waves, lulling him down the tunnels, the promise of still more...
Marcus stopped, the sound suddenly going quiet except for the scrambling of the remaining horde. He looked around and bodies lay everywhere- mounds he hadn't remembered walking past. Regaining himself took a moment and he looked back. He was far down from where he had started. The wall of dead that had built up against Nox's wall had slumped over, a wide swath he didn't remember making giving him a place to pass through.
Where were the others?
He gave on last look in the direction the remaining creatures had run to- noting it with a promise to come here again. Marcus might not be able to hunt anymore above. But down here...- and then went back in the direction he'd come.
It was chaos. Apparently, some of them had fled to a homeless encampment. The torn remnants of tents and boxes mixed with that of bodies- human and inhuman. Ascendancy, Nox, Carpenter and Allan were burning everything, their faces grim. Not just burning. More than one person suddenly went from frantic pleas or painful movements to stillness. Puzzled at first, he then remembered Nox's words.
He nodded approvingly. It had to be done.
He went back to where he had been and wove fire and air. He didn't move as the tunnel became an inferno. Wind picked up, superheated air rushing around him as bodies blackened and the smell of charred meat filled his nostrils. Viruses were nasty things and the tunnel needed to be sterilized. He didn't step back even as the heat became too much. His cheeks felt tender and his eyes watered, but he didn't stop or move until it was done.
He turned to rejoin the others, heedless of thread that gave his eyes that glow.