DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
He waited – the apprehension coiling again in the rigidity of his spine, watching as Ronin snagged and grabbed at the pendant – and nothing altered. Nothing changed. The Sword loosened a snort from his lungs, deep and relieved, maybe, with an assortment of other munitions and armaments on his mind.
His eyes went briefly to Remi, another wave of regret sinking in. “Life Drain,” by way of explanation, a nefarious and sinister intertwining of his capabilities, alongside the multitude of elements at his disposal. But he figured none of them would’ve been so effective as that bombardment of fiendish qualities.
So with everything completed, Deimos gave another nod, a promise of healing once they were out of the cavern. With that, they could all leave – one more relic found and snagged.
{FIN}
His eyes went briefly to Remi, another wave of regret sinking in. “Life Drain,” by way of explanation, a nefarious and sinister intertwining of his capabilities, alongside the multitude of elements at his disposal. But he figured none of them would’ve been so effective as that bombardment of fiendish qualities.
So with everything completed, Deimos gave another nod, a promise of healing once they were out of the cavern. With that, they could all leave – one more relic found and snagged.
{FIN}
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
