Hurt so Good

D e i m o s

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

Deimos never considered Jigano being amongst those satisfied with demolition, wreckage, and general havoc. He seemed of the sort to be frustrated, vexed, or contemptuous in the face of destroyed, discarded remnants of knowledge or sagacity, things lost in sanctions of irreverence, sedition, and war. But as he launched, rocks flying with the catapult’s range, with the ferocious cascading of stones thundering down into the assembled targets, bludgeoning a few more heads, limbs, and chest cavities – with the resounding crow – the Sword arched a brow. Now there was a side he hadn’t seen. “I did not take you for one who enjoyed destruction.” A sensation of bemusement ran through the attuned bond, before he took over, grabbing some of the scattered stones, leaving the rest where they stood along the battered remnants. He adjusted the aim, rendering it upon those who hadn’t met the prior siege or assault, the bucket full, the arm pulled back, the ballista primed. The triumph of potential puissance, precision, and ruination clambered along his entity, a breath of soulless, unrelenting means – as if those targets were more than just mere fodder for amusement, as if they represented something far greater, far more deadly, far more lethal, and he’d demonstrate the same in turn. The beast allowed the arm to fly, and watched as the rocks’ fury, vehemence, and force blasted into the makeshift skulls and figures. Some toppled. Some blew apart. Some lost entire sides, and the weightlessness caused them to capsize. Some merely felt the agony of defeat and surrendered by torn shoulders and broken limbs. There was satisfaction in it – the tides of primordial, primeval yesteryears coiling in the corner of his eyes, when they’d been capable, able, of tearing apart whole kingdoms, when the world knew who they were. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate