DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
In all fairness, it depended on how those Dark magics were wielded – Deimos could alter the figments directly into something dangerous, hazardous, and devouring. For the present though, it scarcely mattered; transforming the embers and coals and sparks and inferno portions into gathered images, what would’ve promised heat, warmth, and predilection, rather than minatory. He might not have been able to counter Life Drain in the same regards – but those incantations were utilized for the very foundation of the pernicious aspects of his nature.
Her murmur caused his brow to arch, and he gave a light smile, a brief snort. “You are welcome.” His eyes drifted towards the enchantments, and he folded them over themselves, so they ended up being waves of flame rather than cast displays. “Have you seen enough?”
Her murmur caused his brow to arch, and he gave a light smile, a brief snort. “You are welcome.” His eyes drifted towards the enchantments, and he folded them over themselves, so they ended up being waves of flame rather than cast displays. “Have you seen enough?”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
