Siren's Summit
10-22-2017, 06:21 PM
Erebos had always been the boy who wouldn’t give in. Perhaps it was a character trait passed on from bullish, obstinate, defiant souls to another, traveling through the bloodstream, awakening on first impressions and acts of rage. Maybe it was a symbolic growth, a port in the storm, a vigilant, persevering, enduring fortitude ensuring his dastardly survival through thick and thin – for quitting had never been an option, lying down and falling apart had never been anything but a fickle, mercurial dream. He was damned and doomed to spend an eternity fighting his own ghosts, demons, and monsters, alongside the world’s fiends, cretins, and infidels – and even when they released their gnashing teeth from his side, he didn’t relent.
He could be terror, and this land simply continued to inspire the brutality in him.
The youth, the Knight they called him (they didn’t know him at all then – the way blood pooled at his feet, the way vengeance sang to him like the simplest of sonnets, like the kindest of words), didn’t flinch when they returned to their leader, didn’t cry or howl at the thrumming bouts of pain coating his flesh. Instead, he curled and coiled and abolished, humming with the vicious intensity of his powers – the darkness stayed there, a constant reminder that he could torment them in return. You’ll never be safe here, and he laughed, he laughed, he laughed, choking back a roar, a snarl, feasting his piercing eyes on the shades of their steam and the ridiculousness of the entire situation. Maybe you won’t be safe from me, he yearned to utter, to spark, to cut and slash against their torrents. The impulse was still there when he turned to more practical matters (somewhere in that mind, in those vibrant memories, was a time of prosperity and politics, where regality, nobility, control, and composure meant something; yet to be erased), when his voice rang across the horizon. “Then what do you want from me?” What was the point of the charade? To show them their power, their dominance? The onslaught could go on for hours, until either of them succumbed (and it wouldn’t be him, he promised, deep in the fathoms of his disastrous wake, clambering for the decadence of dissolution and chaos). Why had he been summoned, beckoned away from the greater, dominating structure of the mountains? Why couldn’t this damned world leave them all in peace for one measly moment in time?
He could be terror, and this land simply continued to inspire the brutality in him.
The youth, the Knight they called him (they didn’t know him at all then – the way blood pooled at his feet, the way vengeance sang to him like the simplest of sonnets, like the kindest of words), didn’t flinch when they returned to their leader, didn’t cry or howl at the thrumming bouts of pain coating his flesh. Instead, he curled and coiled and abolished, humming with the vicious intensity of his powers – the darkness stayed there, a constant reminder that he could torment them in return. You’ll never be safe here, and he laughed, he laughed, he laughed, choking back a roar, a snarl, feasting his piercing eyes on the shades of their steam and the ridiculousness of the entire situation. Maybe you won’t be safe from me, he yearned to utter, to spark, to cut and slash against their torrents. The impulse was still there when he turned to more practical matters (somewhere in that mind, in those vibrant memories, was a time of prosperity and politics, where regality, nobility, control, and composure meant something; yet to be erased), when his voice rang across the horizon. “Then what do you want from me?” What was the point of the charade? To show them their power, their dominance? The onslaught could go on for hours, until either of them succumbed (and it wouldn’t be him, he promised, deep in the fathoms of his disastrous wake, clambering for the decadence of dissolution and chaos). Why had he been summoned, beckoned away from the greater, dominating structure of the mountains? Why couldn’t this damned world leave them all in peace for one measly moment in time?
Erebos
clever got me this far - - then tricky got me in
@Rift Presence
