DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Deimos snorted as he watched the fire wall parted, not unlike some long lost biblical stories, anticipating the motions. Fighting any Ancient came with the clause of precision over flames, but he’d like to think he could still give them a run for their money simply on power alone. Head tilting, he watched as the fireball came his way, before snagging at it with his own mastery.
The command of the conflagration was a comfort; a sharp balm in the pit of his ribcage. Easy machinations and sieges, amplified assaults, something distinct and familiar. From there, he altered it, shaped it to something bigger, brighter, and far more incendiary, and then sent it wayward, fast and swift, back to Astaroth. It probably didn’t look too unlike some version of hot potato, seeing who could bat the flames back the most.
2/4
The command of the conflagration was a comfort; a sharp balm in the pit of his ribcage. Easy machinations and sieges, amplified assaults, something distinct and familiar. From there, he altered it, shaped it to something bigger, brighter, and far more incendiary, and then sent it wayward, fast and swift, back to Astaroth. It probably didn’t look too unlike some version of hot potato, seeing who could bat the flames back the most.
2/4
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
