Deimos
“Maybe,” he ventured with a shrug. Years before, no one would have called them lucky or fortunate, given how much the Abandoned monicker had caused such disdain. But Deimos had always held his head high, not the least bit ashamed for the things that contorted through his blood. And given how beneficial the incantations and enchantments had been for the world of Caido, he couldn’t fathom many bothering with the malice any longer.
But then he was orchestrating more lanterns, and once Erebos (and Deimos, if he were being honest, fixed some so they’d form an actual pattern) had finished, he took a step back, snagging at his toddler so the youth clutched at one of his longer legs. “All right, time for the finale.” Granting Iskra a grin, which also could be construed as a warning, he started a bright flicker of flame in the middle of the gathered beacons. “Feel free to join in.”
From there, he unfurled the grandeur of the elements – not its destructive means, but in warmth and incandescence. The embers launched into conflagrations and infernos, towering high above, where Deimos began to alter and bend its shapes. Some of the fire formed into stars, moons, and galaxies, meant to signify Safrin’s power and domination over the skies, swaying and bending and swarming in alternating hues.
But then he was orchestrating more lanterns, and once Erebos (and Deimos, if he were being honest, fixed some so they’d form an actual pattern) had finished, he took a step back, snagging at his toddler so the youth clutched at one of his longer legs. “All right, time for the finale.” Granting Iskra a grin, which also could be construed as a warning, he started a bright flicker of flame in the middle of the gathered beacons. “Feel free to join in.”
From there, he unfurled the grandeur of the elements – not its destructive means, but in warmth and incandescence. The embers launched into conflagrations and infernos, towering high above, where Deimos began to alter and bend its shapes. Some of the fire formed into stars, moons, and galaxies, meant to signify Safrin’s power and domination over the skies, swaying and bending and swarming in alternating hues.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
