Solanis
09-15-2017, 08:53 AM
[ I am very sorry this took so long. @Volterra ]
Curious.
The cloud of death wrapped itself around the golem, and Kisamoa found himself watching it more intently than he watched Volterra—oh, he was not stupid, he was well aware of what the black stallion thought of him, but at that point in time, Kisamoa still had the upper hand. He could bound away with improbable speed, or melt into the surroundings, even manipulate them to his bidding, while Volterra was crippled by his soul struggling to adapt to the power flows of the Rift.
But make no mistake: Volterra would grow in power, and this, too, Kisamoa knew.
But for now, he was only a broken man, and Kaos felt safe, even though the things in his mind screamed bloody murder and hated, so viscerally, the shape of the golem. Well—he frowned a little, barely noticing how Volterra started forward and stopped. Three of the four yelled bloody murder.
"Of course," the demon agreed, and though he did not sound sincere, he did not sound insincere, either. His black-and-teal eyes spun, before honing in on the indomitable warlord again. The loss of his love had certainly subdued him, but the spark within remained—Kisamoa could feel it. "Did you know," he went on after just a heartbeat, "that she tried to protect Vourib—the bear? While the Helovians gathered to slaughter him, she fought for him." His lips pulled back in a grotesque smile, and then he fell silent, waiting for the explanation.
Curious.
The cloud of death wrapped itself around the golem, and Kisamoa found himself watching it more intently than he watched Volterra—oh, he was not stupid, he was well aware of what the black stallion thought of him, but at that point in time, Kisamoa still had the upper hand. He could bound away with improbable speed, or melt into the surroundings, even manipulate them to his bidding, while Volterra was crippled by his soul struggling to adapt to the power flows of the Rift.
But make no mistake: Volterra would grow in power, and this, too, Kisamoa knew.
But for now, he was only a broken man, and Kaos felt safe, even though the things in his mind screamed bloody murder and hated, so viscerally, the shape of the golem. Well—he frowned a little, barely noticing how Volterra started forward and stopped. Three of the four yelled bloody murder.
"Of course," the demon agreed, and though he did not sound sincere, he did not sound insincere, either. His black-and-teal eyes spun, before honing in on the indomitable warlord again. The loss of his love had certainly subdued him, but the spark within remained—Kisamoa could feel it. "Did you know," he went on after just a heartbeat, "that she tried to protect Vourib—the bear? While the Helovians gathered to slaughter him, she fought for him." His lips pulled back in a grotesque smile, and then he fell silent, waiting for the explanation.
beauty in darkness
kaos in light
kaos in light
.. and kaos opened up its eyes
