this is the reckoning
The world loomed before him, impossibly vast and wide, and he beckoned at it with claws and paws and fangs and might, heedless of the way the snow fell and pressed into his coat, at the way the wind whipped. Wild and unfurled, coils of power stirred and content, satisfied and molten, infernal and untamed, muscles taking in the discord, and working in their piercing, monolithic decrees. They ran past herds of luxere with their glowing antlers shimmering in the hovering dusk, and he chased after the wind, the Citadel, the formations of crag and summits, and everything else laden in between. For a stretch of time, there was nothing more than the driven onslaughts of his fiendish delight. Predacious grandeur and carnivore machinations – primitive revolution in just the sedition of his amusement.
Ears pricked and turned in all directions, senses accustomed to snagging at information, hearing the inquiry over the gales. Perhaps it was too bad she wouldn’t be able to sort through any Attuned measures, because the assortments of juvenile mischief soared and roared – but he acknowledged the question with a long, illustrious howl. She could partake the meaning in whatever she gleaned.
Belial, however, had more than enough wisdom and sagacity to pass on to the Sword – Chaele, maskless, grinning, rune-covered and no longer quite as furtive. Maybe that was more than enough anyway.
Besides, in no time at all, the Citadel rose from beyond – framed by walls and heights.
Ears pricked and turned in all directions, senses accustomed to snagging at information, hearing the inquiry over the gales. Perhaps it was too bad she wouldn’t be able to sort through any Attuned measures, because the assortments of juvenile mischief soared and roared – but he acknowledged the question with a long, illustrious howl. She could partake the meaning in whatever she gleaned.
Belial, however, had more than enough wisdom and sagacity to pass on to the Sword – Chaele, maskless, grinning, rune-covered and no longer quite as furtive. Maybe that was more than enough anyway.
Besides, in no time at all, the Citadel rose from beyond – framed by walls and heights.
DEIMOS
