legends are slippery little things. for the glory that coats them
hides the pain, suffering
They’re gone.
They’re safe.
He backed away, away, away, watching the flames follow him, assembled in his mind, in his prestige, in his prowess – breathed again, faintly, through the fumes, and once he was at the door, out into the expanse, in the cool, dark, crisp air, in the brethren of monsters and mayhem, he inhaled.
The fire heaved in his wake, building and building and building until it was a roaring crescendo, an unfurling inferno, bright and brilliant, fervent and disastrous, licking over the wooden granules, the carefully woven tapestries, the beatific rewards for monsters slain, the requests for demons to be taken down. It matters naught, not now, not ever, when everything unraveled and contorted. They rose, higher and higher, from ceiling to floor, and he continued to maneuver along the land behind him, until he was certain, until he was sure, that everything, including the demons, the infidels, the fiends inside, would be utterly contained, swallowed, and devoured in the conflagrations’ wake.
Then he listened for the shudder, for the crackle, for it all to come crashing down, down, down – racing forward, onward, after the herd, after Amalia, after Auni, after Zuriel – escaping, evading, rushing into the night.
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Deimos has the fire aimed to consume the Monster Hunter's Guild and takes off with everyone.
They’re safe.
He backed away, away, away, watching the flames follow him, assembled in his mind, in his prestige, in his prowess – breathed again, faintly, through the fumes, and once he was at the door, out into the expanse, in the cool, dark, crisp air, in the brethren of monsters and mayhem, he inhaled.
The fire heaved in his wake, building and building and building until it was a roaring crescendo, an unfurling inferno, bright and brilliant, fervent and disastrous, licking over the wooden granules, the carefully woven tapestries, the beatific rewards for monsters slain, the requests for demons to be taken down. It matters naught, not now, not ever, when everything unraveled and contorted. They rose, higher and higher, from ceiling to floor, and he continued to maneuver along the land behind him, until he was certain, until he was sure, that everything, including the demons, the infidels, the fiends inside, would be utterly contained, swallowed, and devoured in the conflagrations’ wake.
Then he listened for the shudder, for the crackle, for it all to come crashing down, down, down – racing forward, onward, after the herd, after Amalia, after Auni, after Zuriel – escaping, evading, rushing into the night.
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Deimos has the fire aimed to consume the Monster Hunter's Guild and takes off with everyone.
and death that spun them
DEIMOS
