DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The earth-shattering, siren wail, drum-beating crescendos of war had been bound to his blood for dual lifetimes. Perhaps it was the only occupation, besides a throne, he would ever know – the wage of battle, the keen, puncturing decibels of commands in his ear, bellows and howls coiling below the surface of inherent, drawn, muscle memory. Maybe he was only suited for those pernicious acts, too blinded by its vitriol, its vehemence, its familiarity, to become anything else but a living, breathing weapon. But it was in his bones, in his flesh, in his skin, to justify rampaging along the frontlines, to defend, to shield, to bombard, to contort, to ravage, to twist and destroy. He’d protect, he’d bombard, he’d scald, and he’s ruin. It was just how far one wanted to push him.Zariah was a subject that could’ve done it, his inquiry administering a host of curiosity, and at this point, the exchange of information seemed a necessity. Would Halo want to continue being under her potential onslaught and tyranny? The memories of the past summer grated heavily on his recollections, a simmering, seething boil that didn’t meet his voice, but seared in the granules of his marrow, in the exploits of everything they’d strived to accomplish and bound against; rebellion, insurrection, the scraping of sedition poised on the fringes of their abhorrence. Where to even begin – his eyes went away from anything crafted in his hands, back to the buildings nearby, the drifting shadows, the sun. “Last year, she instilled herself as Queen here.” Upon a world who hadn’t endured sovereignty, rules, or anything like the iron fist she’d promised. “She tried to force everyone into her new militia.” Which he’d readily done out of habit – and then guarded those newfound friends who’d bristled at the proposal, at brandishing their name across a piece of paper, signing their lives away for a woman they had no intention of defending. “Those who did not follow her rules were threatened with imprisonment.” Or placed within the jail with little to no notice at all. Which happened quite often – the ominous warnings, the impulsive wake of crumbling contortions – the ultimatums pressed against Amalia another surface in which his cold-blooded rage had chiseled and sculpted. “She also attempted to force some of her family members to marry and reproduce. Abandoneds, specifically.” Then he ceased, gaze flickering back to the ground, pondering if there was anything else he’d left out.
Unite and spread the heart apart
