Scint River
09-08-2017, 08:13 AM
"I thought KAOS was all he was capable of." Well, he admitted to himself, you're not all wrong.
And maybe, he should stop his little act of rebellion—give in to the dark powers he was made of, become what his Gods had been before their death. Greedy, insane, unpredictable. It was what he had named himself, was it not? Chaos.
Without remorse he had carved his reputation from their grief, and now, he was trying to undo what he had done to himself, deny what he was, who he was. Of course it was bound to end in something as spectacular as the Scint madness. He was an agent of destruction. He was bad judgment walking. He was a complex child, lying to himself, his own blood pooling in his mouth because he was biting something desperate to return into the folds of flesh in his body and he was desperate not to let it.
He was not Vjanta. He did not want to be Vjanta.
But he did want her power.
And he wasn't sure whether to be horrified or pleased with what Kiada said when her back was turned, before she knew that he had returned. It touched that same spot which made him go aww, like Castiella trying to soothe him on the beach—he frowned a little. To be honest, he kind of wanted them all dead, and had definitely contemplated it more than once, but with the seal the gods had left on their souls it wouldn't have helped matters at all...
When Erthë spoke to him directly, he prised his jaws open. The demon twirled the sword, content to remain with them, and Kisamoa licked the blood from his lips, and swallowed the mouthful of it. It burned on the way down his gullet. "You forgot deceit," the deity purred, "but I seem to recall saying I would not lie anymore."
Maybe not the best ways to reconcile with your enemy, or make friends in general. "You might have noticed that this did not go according to plan." He waved his head, a few drops of burning, black blood flying from his mouth, at the vaults. Of course, Erthë had no way of knowing what his plan had been, and even as he swore to himself that it had only been to try and bring closure to Zèklè, he found himself wondering if he hadn't wanted to go here all along. Find lost pieces of himself. It ..disturbed him. He leveled his black-and-teal gaze on Erthë and her spine-bow, his voice turning to granite. "I am not strong enough on my own to fix this. There's still power in these ..remnants. I am hoping—" He nearly spat the word. Here, take my weakness. Take my confession. "—that with them, I will be strong enough to get everyone out before the Scint is ripped from this world." The last bit came out a savage growl. The bone-sword the demon twirled hummed menacingly through the not-quite-air.
Kisamoa forced himself to take a deep breath. "Will you help?"
Or do I have to kill you?
[ @Erthë @Kiada ]
And maybe, he should stop his little act of rebellion—give in to the dark powers he was made of, become what his Gods had been before their death. Greedy, insane, unpredictable. It was what he had named himself, was it not? Chaos.
Without remorse he had carved his reputation from their grief, and now, he was trying to undo what he had done to himself, deny what he was, who he was. Of course it was bound to end in something as spectacular as the Scint madness. He was an agent of destruction. He was bad judgment walking. He was a complex child, lying to himself, his own blood pooling in his mouth because he was biting something desperate to return into the folds of flesh in his body and he was desperate not to let it.
He was not Vjanta. He did not want to be Vjanta.
But he did want her power.
And he wasn't sure whether to be horrified or pleased with what Kiada said when her back was turned, before she knew that he had returned. It touched that same spot which made him go aww, like Castiella trying to soothe him on the beach—he frowned a little. To be honest, he kind of wanted them all dead, and had definitely contemplated it more than once, but with the seal the gods had left on their souls it wouldn't have helped matters at all...
When Erthë spoke to him directly, he prised his jaws open. The demon twirled the sword, content to remain with them, and Kisamoa licked the blood from his lips, and swallowed the mouthful of it. It burned on the way down his gullet. "You forgot deceit," the deity purred, "but I seem to recall saying I would not lie anymore."
Maybe not the best ways to reconcile with your enemy, or make friends in general. "You might have noticed that this did not go according to plan." He waved his head, a few drops of burning, black blood flying from his mouth, at the vaults. Of course, Erthë had no way of knowing what his plan had been, and even as he swore to himself that it had only been to try and bring closure to Zèklè, he found himself wondering if he hadn't wanted to go here all along. Find lost pieces of himself. It ..disturbed him. He leveled his black-and-teal gaze on Erthë and her spine-bow, his voice turning to granite. "I am not strong enough on my own to fix this. There's still power in these ..remnants. I am hoping—" He nearly spat the word. Here, take my weakness. Take my confession. "—that with them, I will be strong enough to get everyone out before the Scint is ripped from this world." The last bit came out a savage growl. The bone-sword the demon twirled hummed menacingly through the not-quite-air.
Kisamoa forced himself to take a deep breath. "Will you help?"
Or do I have to kill you?
[ @Erthë @Kiada ]
beauty in darkness
kaos in light
kaos in light
Hopefully, the last round will start this weekend! There's still some time left to interact with the ghosts, get some nice battle scars and things ;)
.. and kaos opened up its eyes
