Deimos
The monsters were another thing altogether, and his form maneuvered into another unyielding, unbending line; spine straight as he sat up, the images of yesteryears still vivid and concise in his mind. “Some take on the form of your loved ones. Others are invisible. They could likely be anything.” Such was the power of manipulation, a blend of the Voice’s schemes into beings permitted, allowed, to venture out for so long. Claws on doors. Whispers outside walls. Promises and convictions of those one cherished sinking and slinking into their heads – until they wandered out into the midst, and were maimed.
His eyes narrowed at the final statement, and a blend of sedition settled into his piercing eyes. “I have warned you before about things. I hope you have learned,” given the curse now upon him. “And listen.” Entire families murdered and desecrated. Buildings burned to the ground. Corpses upon corpses riddling the world as shadows descended.
His eyes narrowed at the final statement, and a blend of sedition settled into his piercing eyes. “I have warned you before about things. I hope you have learned,” given the curse now upon him. “And listen.” Entire families murdered and desecrated. Buildings burned to the ground. Corpses upon corpses riddling the world as shadows descended.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
