Cloister of Trials: Jigano vs Deimos

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

A coliseum – blood sport, trials by combat, and he was quick to remind himself that he’d signed up for this, an active participant in entertainment for the masses, in striving to become stronger, mightier, better than he’s ever been. His eyes didn’t glance to the spectators, only on the pathways ahead, on the door opening, rising up, allowing him entry – gaze then swinging to the other aperture, an unknown entry waiting just on the other side too. Zuriel was silent, but steadfast and sure, maneuvering behind him, while he took his time, a measure in patience. He was a careful balance of fire and ice – infernal and glacial, savage and coldblooded; he chose the latter for the moment. The beast hadn’t survived all these years without some measure of calculations, machinations, or insurrection; a scrupulous tactician, cold and composed, eternally yearning to expose weaknesses, flaws, and defects of his opponent. But the unknown gaped at him now; incapable of knowing what or who lurked beyond the aperture, so he drew a pair of throwing knives from his belt, holding them in his hands, pressing their weight into his palms, and listened, watched, for the sights, the sounds of the threshold beginning its ascent. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate