Deimos
His shoulders were wide, strong, and enduring, more than enough brawn and vitriol to carry a multitude of towers and worlds; proffering and offering their existence for any of those willing to remain in his orbit. The beast had done so many times over, a pattern, a habit, a ritual, ensuring safety, protection, a safeguarding mantle, a sword, an allegiance, affirmations of trust and fortitude in each and every sanction – his own presence a refuge, a threshold, for anyone who wished, or required his steady, stalwart provisions and aid. The Basin once had his weaponry, his munitions, his savage, stoking, nefarious abilities, the necromancy stirred from his soul, the devastation, the ruin, the demolition promised by his infernal tirades and livelihood. His predilections had been administered, his machinations pursued, his calculations persisting – and here, the Hollowed Grounds had his experience, his sagacity, his war-torn shambles and behemoth intricacies. Perhaps one day he wouldn’t be able to endure any longer, the cracks and fissures would be too great, the weight, the cumbersome, overwhelming loads, would pierce and puncture; but for now, Deimos bore it at all.
“We all have to start somewhere,” he noted with a mischievous shrug, a roll of his shoulders with a barely-emerging snicker; fully aware of her capabilities along Helovia’s reaches, where they scrawled defiance into the earth with swords, daggers, knives, and lies, where they flayed and frayed kingdoms, where they annihilated, and where they were conquered too. Caido had a way of bringing everyone back to a ground zero – weakness, stripped and barren on their first interludes and walks from the Spire’s obelisk. The Sword had no doubt she’d return to her prior strength in no time. “There are only two of us – Loren and myself. I am hoping to continue recruiting.” The rest of this world seemingly had naught to fight over before; staying and straying in their sphere, in their bubble, until the earth burst. Until everything changed. “We will welcome you.” With open arms and cutlasses in their hands, extended weaponry and munitions, ready and willing, eager and fervent, headed straight for the fray.
Hotaru didn’t need to hide her laughter – his eyes rose with it, an arch to his brow, the saddening, despondent insurgencies suddenly forgotten in the wake of mocking arcane enemies and adversaries. “Midas left a lot to be desired.” Perhaps the Reaper had too; but he shrugged again, shaking his head at the enormity of it all, at the changes instigated, curved, unbidden, along his blood, his heart, his soul. “One may hope he does not find rebirth here either.” Then he snorted, imagining the notion.
“We all have to start somewhere,” he noted with a mischievous shrug, a roll of his shoulders with a barely-emerging snicker; fully aware of her capabilities along Helovia’s reaches, where they scrawled defiance into the earth with swords, daggers, knives, and lies, where they flayed and frayed kingdoms, where they annihilated, and where they were conquered too. Caido had a way of bringing everyone back to a ground zero – weakness, stripped and barren on their first interludes and walks from the Spire’s obelisk. The Sword had no doubt she’d return to her prior strength in no time. “There are only two of us – Loren and myself. I am hoping to continue recruiting.” The rest of this world seemingly had naught to fight over before; staying and straying in their sphere, in their bubble, until the earth burst. Until everything changed. “We will welcome you.” With open arms and cutlasses in their hands, extended weaponry and munitions, ready and willing, eager and fervent, headed straight for the fray.
Hotaru didn’t need to hide her laughter – his eyes rose with it, an arch to his brow, the saddening, despondent insurgencies suddenly forgotten in the wake of mocking arcane enemies and adversaries. “Midas left a lot to be desired.” Perhaps the Reaper had too; but he shrugged again, shaking his head at the enormity of it all, at the changes instigated, curved, unbidden, along his blood, his heart, his soul. “One may hope he does not find rebirth here either.” Then he snorted, imagining the notion.
i rule the stars, not the other way around
