01-22-2014, 12:27 PM
He did not blink as the crack of lightning whipped through the air leaving an acrid burning smell in it's wake. The tethered assassin's eyes bulged as he stared over Michael's shoulder at the scene.
His fury intensified at the recklessness of Giovanni's actions, but it was momentary; a passing wind carrying the sulphuric heat of a volcano over the plains below. He had to remember he was untried, untested and incredibly afraid of the hunters. In fact, that he managed to do anything beyond huddle in a terrified stupor was a credit to his character. It seemed he merely needed the push over the cliff to unfurl his wings.
"Well done, you're better than you give yourself credit for,"
he said, still fixed on the remaining assassin with an unblinking gaze.
For his part, the would-be murderer bore the situation with impressive courage when the shock had worn off. Michael could feel the disgust, the burning desire to scourge the earth of even the memory of his presence as he stared into an unflinching abyss of mindless hatred.
"Fuck off, monster. Do what you want to me, you will both die soon enough. You and the rest of you...abominations."
Michael's face remained smooth but his mind roared and reverberated inside his skull. What right did it have to call him an abomination? It knew nothing about the power they possessed beyond fanatical teachings based on corrupted records filled with fear-mongering and vainglorious boastings of an ill-deserved victory. The Brothers had brought the world to the brink, sundering the veil of Tatarus in their foolish attempt to slay ˈKroʊnəs! It knew nothing of the pain the Ἑκατόγχειρες unleashed upon the world! It -
Sharp pain released Michael from the storm of rage as he found himself drawing on more of the power than he had ever done before. He was dangerously close to the precipice. The void of calm shook like the reverberations of massive bells tolling the dreaded call of battle.
What...is this...
The eyes that held so much hatred now mirrored fear. Michael blinked in a deliberate action, turning to Giovanni with the last shreds of composure he had. "This is the nightmare that has haunted your every waking moment. Confront it. I leave him to you."
As he stepped back, he hoped neither saw the trembling in his limbs.
Edited by Michael Vellas, Jan 22 2014, 01:46 PM.
His fury intensified at the recklessness of Giovanni's actions, but it was momentary; a passing wind carrying the sulphuric heat of a volcano over the plains below. He had to remember he was untried, untested and incredibly afraid of the hunters. In fact, that he managed to do anything beyond huddle in a terrified stupor was a credit to his character. It seemed he merely needed the push over the cliff to unfurl his wings.
"Well done, you're better than you give yourself credit for,"
he said, still fixed on the remaining assassin with an unblinking gaze.
For his part, the would-be murderer bore the situation with impressive courage when the shock had worn off. Michael could feel the disgust, the burning desire to scourge the earth of even the memory of his presence as he stared into an unflinching abyss of mindless hatred.
"Fuck off, monster. Do what you want to me, you will both die soon enough. You and the rest of you...abominations."
Michael's face remained smooth but his mind roared and reverberated inside his skull. What right did it have to call him an abomination? It knew nothing about the power they possessed beyond fanatical teachings based on corrupted records filled with fear-mongering and vainglorious boastings of an ill-deserved victory. The Brothers had brought the world to the brink, sundering the veil of Tatarus in their foolish attempt to slay ˈKroʊnəs! It knew nothing of the pain the Ἑκατόγχειρες unleashed upon the world! It -
Sharp pain released Michael from the storm of rage as he found himself drawing on more of the power than he had ever done before. He was dangerously close to the precipice. The void of calm shook like the reverberations of massive bells tolling the dreaded call of battle.
What...is this...
The eyes that held so much hatred now mirrored fear. Michael blinked in a deliberate action, turning to Giovanni with the last shreds of composure he had. "This is the nightmare that has haunted your every waking moment. Confront it. I leave him to you."
As he stepped back, he hoped neither saw the trembling in his limbs.
Edited by Michael Vellas, Jan 22 2014, 01:46 PM.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."