Green Labyrinth
YOU'RE THE CLOSEST THING TO HELL I'VE SEEN SO FAR The boy obeys him, but the girl defies him. In a way he's disappointed, as he prefers his sons to show defiance and strength, yet on this occasion he's glad that at least one of his twins takes his advice immediately. Otem denies it, fighting back against his gentle urging. "Anything that can get into my head enough to create a near-perfect version of your mother is more damn dangerous than anything I've ever seen before," he growls in retort, bulking himself up to his great height and attempting to nudge Otem more firmly towards the exit. His jaws open into a grimace, displaying the corrupted black saliva that dribbles down his chin and leaves burns in its wake; he hopes she will see what the spirits have done to him, and that if they can frighten even the Indomitable, then they should sure as hell frighten her. Volterra has never feared physicality, because in a battle of brute strength he'll always have an advantage. What he truly despises, what haunts his nightmares, is the notion of mental fights - it's why he hates magic that can get inside his head, like Rikyn's. It's why he reacts so forcefully to anything that seeks to broach the sanctum of his mind. It's why he can hardly think of anything more terrifying that these malicious spirits, these creatures who can delve inside his most precious memories and create an image of Isopia that's so fucking realistic, it's like they painted it soley for him. If they can do that, what the hell else can they do? So he nudges harder, trying to muscle his daughter towards the exit. He doesn't want her to have to see what he saw, and he certainly doesn't want her to have to feel the unique choking sensation of having his tongue almost ripped from its stem. For her own sake she needs to get the hell out of here, and that's why he does anything in his power to try and haul both of them to safety. If he's successful, he'll leave alongside her at a brisk pace, his mind still reeling with the images of Isopia and the deep, dark hunger that brews inside him - the idea that in the Rift, the Mountain can live again. |
@Otem
