DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
His eyes widened slightly at her bold statement, and then he tilted his head, the recollection of yesteryear all too real, all too blunt, all too keen. I thought I could too. With all his fortitude, with all his might, with all his damned, bloody convictions, he’d barely managed to hold it together. There were some that broke. There were some who succumbed. There were some who could take it no longer, and joined the demons of the evening – enticed, coaxed, and allured to their deaths, to their ends, to their edges. Steel and steel and steel still couldn’t prepare for the onslaught – because one could never guess, never know, what they’d hear beyond doors, windows, and frames, until it was too late. “It depends on who they imitate. Or what they want.” He’d been able to know it wasn’t Amalia clawing at the threshold because of the Attuned bond – because she hadn’t shouted back at him through those silent connections. And what of others, like Bastien, who’d been promised Rexanna’s soul? What of all the rest, who’d faced the bleakness, the void?
The second inquiry had him shaking his head. “No. They will use brutal tactics to remove them.” And another LongNight before; when the Penumbra had been impaled, a steel rod in her chest, his hand grasping, sliding, pulling it out while she could see nothing, nothing, nothing. Fluid running rampant over the table they’d used, Zuriel rushing in while he compartmentalized every action he’d taken, like he’d been a beast back on the battlefield, trying to find ways to save his compatriots while they bled out over dried grass and soil. Deimos’ mind could concoct a series of ways the torment must have gone, distantly remembering Samuel too, fingers gone and vanquished. “Sometimes they will try to strike a deal.” A trade; like in Kiada’s instance, where her failure had still marked potential – Ru’in’s soul for an Ascended’s upgrade.
The Sword’s gaze lifted back to hers, and he could’ve clenched his jaw all over again. Flames being manageable for an Ascended was entirely different from other races, and posed an imminent threat to both demons and Voice constituents. “They once set fire to our shelter.” And he’d completed the rest – tore it down to pieces to ensure they suffocated and smothered and seethed under its oblivion. The notions of Wessex though called back to actions he’d have to take soon too. “She will be here at some point. I offered to make weapons for their cause.” Perhaps they could speak then, and Elide (and Kiada), could gain insight on the hell that awaited them.
The second inquiry had him shaking his head. “No. They will use brutal tactics to remove them.” And another LongNight before; when the Penumbra had been impaled, a steel rod in her chest, his hand grasping, sliding, pulling it out while she could see nothing, nothing, nothing. Fluid running rampant over the table they’d used, Zuriel rushing in while he compartmentalized every action he’d taken, like he’d been a beast back on the battlefield, trying to find ways to save his compatriots while they bled out over dried grass and soil. Deimos’ mind could concoct a series of ways the torment must have gone, distantly remembering Samuel too, fingers gone and vanquished. “Sometimes they will try to strike a deal.” A trade; like in Kiada’s instance, where her failure had still marked potential – Ru’in’s soul for an Ascended’s upgrade.
The Sword’s gaze lifted back to hers, and he could’ve clenched his jaw all over again. Flames being manageable for an Ascended was entirely different from other races, and posed an imminent threat to both demons and Voice constituents. “They once set fire to our shelter.” And he’d completed the rest – tore it down to pieces to ensure they suffocated and smothered and seethed under its oblivion. The notions of Wessex though called back to actions he’d have to take soon too. “She will be here at some point. I offered to make weapons for their cause.” Perhaps they could speak then, and Elide (and Kiada), could gain insight on the hell that awaited them.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
