04-12-2024, 04:57 PM
The house burned. Women screamed their innocence but anyone who fed and killed for the monsters was dead tonight -- except the kids who did so only under duress -- just as innocent as their victims. And they'd remain alive so long as they didn't continue their seduction of the innocent to other monsters or worse themselves. Nox's brain was raging ten thousand miles an hour. He moved on instinct alone -- the horde spurring on his vengeance.
Oriena's flames mingled with his. She looked angry and aroused and everything in between -- at least of what he'd noticed. His mind was a fog as the building creaked in his grasp.
The power flooded his body. He felt it slipping from his control. Oriena grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him towards the stairs. There were no need for words as Nox moved in that direction.
A door at the end of the hall opened and the blond woman from before screeched and shouted. Though the words Nox didn't comprehend through the roar of the flames and the gurgling scream that let loose from her lips when he cast a final fireball towards her and watched it engulf the mistress of the house who'd worked ever so vigilantly with Vaia Plus. Oh how they'd pay for this act.
Nox stumbled down the stairs barely catching himself. A flow of the power slipping from his grasp and his full attention remain on one foot in front of the other and holding the house above their heads. Smoke swirled around them, his weaves slipping from his grasp.
His body raged like the fire and Ori shoved him again when he faltered a moment in the door frame of the main entrance.
Three steps past the edge of the porch, Nox turned to see the flaming house on fire. He reached for leather at Oriena's neck and as his fingers wrapped around the supple leather he collapsed to the ground. The power vacated his grasp and the precarious hold on the Blackthorn mansion relinquished its designs and the house crumbled into the center of what had been their prison. Much like the building Nox had brought down in China and London, nothing else was damaged, the flames flickered above the ground continuing their destruction with in the confines of the concrete basement that had once been Blackthorn mansion.
Oriena's flames mingled with his. She looked angry and aroused and everything in between -- at least of what he'd noticed. His mind was a fog as the building creaked in his grasp.
The power flooded his body. He felt it slipping from his control. Oriena grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him towards the stairs. There were no need for words as Nox moved in that direction.
A door at the end of the hall opened and the blond woman from before screeched and shouted. Though the words Nox didn't comprehend through the roar of the flames and the gurgling scream that let loose from her lips when he cast a final fireball towards her and watched it engulf the mistress of the house who'd worked ever so vigilantly with Vaia Plus. Oh how they'd pay for this act.
Nox stumbled down the stairs barely catching himself. A flow of the power slipping from his grasp and his full attention remain on one foot in front of the other and holding the house above their heads. Smoke swirled around them, his weaves slipping from his grasp.
His body raged like the fire and Ori shoved him again when he faltered a moment in the door frame of the main entrance.
Three steps past the edge of the porch, Nox turned to see the flaming house on fire. He reached for leather at Oriena's neck and as his fingers wrapped around the supple leather he collapsed to the ground. The power vacated his grasp and the precarious hold on the Blackthorn mansion relinquished its designs and the house crumbled into the center of what had been their prison. Much like the building Nox had brought down in China and London, nothing else was damaged, the flames flickered above the ground continuing their destruction with in the confines of the concrete basement that had once been Blackthorn mansion.
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