11-14-2014, 03:18 PM
Damien accommodated Lord Gregory's wishes and endured his ramblings with aplomb. The tension within the ranks of his men was high but he remained unaffected. He had spent years listening much the same and it had left him unimpressed.
Most serial killers thrived on the mind games they played. They lured their prey into a corner, convincing them of their overwhelming power to bring despair. The illusion was frail and persisted only on =
Damien halted in his tracks. The men around him sprung into action but Damien paid them no heed. An aura of foreboding emanated like a cloud of dust from behind. He could feel power radiate and illuminate the immediate vicinity.
It could only be the work of one man.
"Mockingbird,"
Damien whispered, his back still turned. So that was how he had been so successful. Whatever power he felt from the man was most certainly the key.
Could it be similar to his own? He had felt nothing from Spectra Lin.
Whatever he possessed, the source mattered not.
"A Shigeru Kawai. May I play it?"
Damien held up a hand to halt his men. He stood tall and straight, every muscle in his body primed. Like a cobra he turned to face the Mockingbird with the full force of his presence.
Damien met the man's hollow gaze once more filled now with arrogance and that persistent foreboding. He stared as the Mockingbird waited for his answer, etching the feeling into his memory before he shattered it.
Damien wasted no time on words. Under his titanium gaze he unleashed the Light in full force. Ablaze with power incarnate Damien held nothing back. The marble underneath the Mockingbird's feet splintered as he brought down a hammer of force that would knock him from his feet and pin him to the ground.
Most serial killers thrived on the mind games they played. They lured their prey into a corner, convincing them of their overwhelming power to bring despair. The illusion was frail and persisted only on =
Damien halted in his tracks. The men around him sprung into action but Damien paid them no heed. An aura of foreboding emanated like a cloud of dust from behind. He could feel power radiate and illuminate the immediate vicinity.
It could only be the work of one man.
"Mockingbird,"
Damien whispered, his back still turned. So that was how he had been so successful. Whatever power he felt from the man was most certainly the key.
Could it be similar to his own? He had felt nothing from Spectra Lin.
Whatever he possessed, the source mattered not.
"A Shigeru Kawai. May I play it?"
Damien held up a hand to halt his men. He stood tall and straight, every muscle in his body primed. Like a cobra he turned to face the Mockingbird with the full force of his presence.
Damien met the man's hollow gaze once more filled now with arrogance and that persistent foreboding. He stared as the Mockingbird waited for his answer, etching the feeling into his memory before he shattered it.
Damien wasted no time on words. Under his titanium gaze he unleashed the Light in full force. Ablaze with power incarnate Damien held nothing back. The marble underneath the Mockingbird's feet splintered as he brought down a hammer of force that would knock him from his feet and pin him to the ground.