Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
Despite youthful energy, he knew Erebos wouldn’t have the ability to carry on for much longer – endurance and fortitude made up much of incantations’ worth too, so he rallied, gave more where it was needed, a little zeal for a grand finale. “Want to help me make a whirlpool?” came on a mischievous grin, not unlike the times he’d teased Evie with learning how to swim and pulling her amidst its orbit instead. Zuriel gave a huff of annoyance from her healing angles nearby, perhaps far too haughty and superior to be snagged into such immaturity and juvenile tendencies, but the Sword certainly wasn’t. “Then we can be done.” An assurance of the end in sight, and to not push the youth into dangerous limitations – Deimos knew he should understand how far the range went, but there was no need to cajole and swarm in lethal predilections.
And like that, he toyed with the water, beginning to snag and coil it around so it maneuvered on itself; eventually swarming into circular motions. He forged it deeper, watching as the elements churned, twisted, not unlike some mythical drain out in the endless sea, contorting, distorting, swallowing constellations until they burst on the other side.
And like that, he toyed with the water, beginning to snag and coil it around so it maneuvered on itself; eventually swarming into circular motions. He forged it deeper, watching as the elements churned, twisted, not unlike some mythical drain out in the endless sea, contorting, distorting, swallowing constellations until they burst on the other side.
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
