Solanis
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE YOUNG MAN'S HEART? SWALLOWED BY PAIN AS HE SLOWLY FELL APART Not only is the creature seemingly intent on torturing him with its reckless treatment of the golem, but now it is mocking him as well. The stallion glowers down at the bizarre conglomerate beast, wishing a thousand painful deaths upon it whilst knowing he is powerless to do anything about it. It is like a metaphor for Volterra's life in the Rift thus far - he has been gelded by his presence here, robbed of his ability to do anything worthwhile. He cannot do what he wants to do - attack Kisamoa, strike punch after punch until the flesh is ripped from his bones and he is committed to dust like so many others - because he cannot risk dying, not when he has countless children to look after and a dragon to search for. He cannot fight, because again, what happens if he gains a serious injury that prevents him caring for his children? His magic has been ripped apart and robbed of its power, Vadir has lost her flame, and Volterra has lost his attitude. His feral, masculine, give-zero-fucks arrogance that so defined him in Helovia. In the Rift, he has to tread carefully because one wrong step and it's not just his own life that he'll lose, but also the lives of ten, eleven, twelve defenceless children. Volterra is no longer living for himself. He is no longer doing whatever the hell he wants, damn the consequences. He can no longer jump into battles without a care for anything but his own rapidly increasing strength, because now he has people relying on him to keep them safe. He does not fear death for himself, but he fears it for those innocent foals of his who will fall into the abyss with him if he isn't there to keep them safe. Most of them have no mothers; they only have him. And he is not enough. He is never enough, especially when he cannot be himself. He is a eunuch here, and he hates every fucking minute of it. It is as though this foul creature has picked up on all those dark, hideous thoughts inside Volterra's head, and is playing with them. It only increases the titan's utter hatred, his desire to rip off the demon's head and dance in the bloodied remains - but he can't. This time it's not his children he's protecting, but a fragile piece of rock shaped like the love of his life, that he just cannot face losing. Not only that, but now the creature is demanding an explanation, and like a bull pulled along by his nosering, Volterra has to oblige else his golem will pay the price. Then, the creature releases it. Volterra motions forwards, ready to snatch it up, stash it safely away, then indulge in some good old-fashioned fucking-up of his tormentor, until he hesitates. Why would the creature release it so easily? There must be more to it....so the stallion stands his ground, still burning inside, still roiling with rage and hatred. "If I tell you, then you will return it to me. In one piece." It is an offer that he hates to make, because bargaining is not in his nature. It is not posed as a question, more as a demand - he will spill out the contents of his soul provided his golem is returned to him, safe and unharmed. |
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