DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Oh, he hadn’t had any doubts about what that Goddess could do, could orchestrate, could muster. He’d seen her devastation. He’d strived to alleviate the disease she’d spread. He’d attempted to protect those readying themselves for another week of hiding from her monstrous creations. He had his suspicions over her implications behind resurrecting, taking, snatching, clawing at not only her own souls, but those within Mort’s realm. Not just for these moments. Not just for these small seconds of counterattacking experiments she’d released upon the world – but for later, when they picked up the pieces and rubble of what was left. More wars to come. More battles to fight. “I have similar impressions.” At least they could agree on that; the compassion, the generosity, was a veil, a shroud, a farce, over the other preambles. His jaw clenched once more, and he tapped his blade against his boots, mind going, spinning, constantly.
Pawns and pawns and pawns; and more loathing settled into his wake.
The Sword’s eyes had cast away and onto stones, merely for a pause in senses, in the overload and overwhelming factions, when she requested information. The piercing gaze slated back upon her, and he sighed, memories circumventing through the last three years. “The monsters are the Voice’s failed experiments.” Allowed, permitted, to roam for one week, as if they deserved to gallivant and roam, destroy and massacre. “We used to lure luxere, gather snow moss, and arrange designated shelter.” Would those be applicable now? Probably not – if they were intending to bring them all out, to wipe every last one of them out of existence. “They are cunning and ruthless. They will be on the ground. They will be in the air. They will attempt to torture you – emotionally, physically – there do not seem to be boundaries.” An infiltration of their minds – and the torment didn’t cease, didn’t desist, with scratching at doors and screaming into the void. The sounds of allies and kin helplessly begging for their lives. Even if one knew they were safe behind walls, or capable of handling themselves. The seeds of doubt could’ve been nourished, watered, and spread apart – until souls wanted to claw out of sanctum and sanctuary. “They can pretend to be your friends, family, and loved ones, to try and obtain what they want.”
Deimos released another breath he’d been holding, stare flickering off elsewhere now – to the braziers, to the remaining notions and experiences coiled in his vessel. “They once tried to take upgrades from other Ascended.” Uncertain if Elide had any to call her own – a warning, just in case. “And fire seems to be deterrent.” Only then did a ghost of a smile dip into the edges of his mouth; she’d know that one too – brethren of similar ilk.
Pawns and pawns and pawns; and more loathing settled into his wake.
The Sword’s eyes had cast away and onto stones, merely for a pause in senses, in the overload and overwhelming factions, when she requested information. The piercing gaze slated back upon her, and he sighed, memories circumventing through the last three years. “The monsters are the Voice’s failed experiments.” Allowed, permitted, to roam for one week, as if they deserved to gallivant and roam, destroy and massacre. “We used to lure luxere, gather snow moss, and arrange designated shelter.” Would those be applicable now? Probably not – if they were intending to bring them all out, to wipe every last one of them out of existence. “They are cunning and ruthless. They will be on the ground. They will be in the air. They will attempt to torture you – emotionally, physically – there do not seem to be boundaries.” An infiltration of their minds – and the torment didn’t cease, didn’t desist, with scratching at doors and screaming into the void. The sounds of allies and kin helplessly begging for their lives. Even if one knew they were safe behind walls, or capable of handling themselves. The seeds of doubt could’ve been nourished, watered, and spread apart – until souls wanted to claw out of sanctum and sanctuary. “They can pretend to be your friends, family, and loved ones, to try and obtain what they want.”
Deimos released another breath he’d been holding, stare flickering off elsewhere now – to the braziers, to the remaining notions and experiences coiled in his vessel. “They once tried to take upgrades from other Ascended.” Uncertain if Elide had any to call her own – a warning, just in case. “And fire seems to be deterrent.” Only then did a ghost of a smile dip into the edges of his mouth; she’d know that one too – brethren of similar ilk.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
