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show me how defenseless you really are; Harmonia - Deimos - 11-17-2016 Progeny are, at best, a way to get your rocks off. That was the way he saw most of what became of the things that slithered out of him every time he had mounted some poor bitch of a mare, making her wiggle and scream under him. There is a level of grim satisfaction that crosses his face with every life he creates, just as with every life he takes—as if he were a God. Of course, a god never dies. And yet, without his magic, that is precisely what he had become. He had warped himself over the land and had made it his own, licking the flames and seeking something darker from which to stand upon. His black heart was still growing as he took a smoky step forward. That useless organ was rattling away in his ribcage, his skeleton fading in and out of crackled flesh that was still burning from where the fairy had restored his magic. The stench of death clung to him like a bad perfume—following him everywhere he went. And yet, the stain of his progeny upon this earth was still making its mark here. He could sense it. He breathed her in. He could feel her. Red eyes scan the horizon looking for the squirmy worm. It had grown now; he knows that. Probably creating more squirmy worms of her own. Such is the pity. Life is overrated. But pleasure is everything. Even pleasure that comes in death. @[Kortnee] RE: show me how defenseless you really are; Harmonia - Harmonia - 11-20-2016 HARMONIA the pied piper RE: show me how defenseless you really are; Harmonia - Deimos - 11-30-2016 This squirmy word had indeed made her own squirmy worms. There was one sitting before him. Sitting, Standing... It was clear that there was something about this one that made even him flinch a little. Pestilence. What a thing to bestow upon such a slip of a thing. "I always figured you for a bottom-feeder, daughter... but to curse that with Carnage as a father? Have I taught you nothing?" Truth is, he never did. And he laughs darkly with this knowledge. His daughter, his blood. His nothing. Though, the knowledge of dark magic still being a source of power in these days was a minimal comfort to him. There was no room for pussies in his line. Perhaps this new one. This little Ajatar. What would she become? "Come give your dear old dad a hug." He cackles outright this time, his wings falling beside him and dragging the dirt as he approaches them closer. Harmonia's sense of darkness--the plague of her insanity. He would give her a reason to stay that way. Family is everything, you know. RE: show me how defenseless you really are; Harmonia - Harmonia - 12-02-2016 HARMONIA the pied piper RE: show me how defenseless you really are; Harmonia - Deimos - 12-04-2016 He can sense it. Like a rabid, ravenous animal it takes over the world and plunges outwards--seeking the warmth of bodies nearby. He sees the child blink, his wings thrust in front of his face as even Deimos leans away from it. Looking on, his laughter is replaced by anger, and a vague sense of disgust. Her scales seem to shimmer, even with the low light, and he realizes, she is barely--unconciously--not even scratching the surface of her power. His lip curls, and he stalls his movements, his wings wishing to grasp at his granddaughter's neck. Twist and snap the problem... Make it go away. Deimos calms his wings, however, and they rest at his side, shifting with great agitation. "Death did not want me. Hell could not contain me. If you wish to know the base of my existence, ask those dear old fairies that seem to follow us around. What they were able to do for me was the best thing of my life. But what they did to you--" he pauses, his eyes widening slightly seeing the boils starting to crawl up Harmonia's leg, almost as if she was unaware of what was happening to her. He trembles. Fear? No, Couldn't be. "How could you unleash that thing upon the world?!" he says, spitting his distaste for the boils that were crawling up his own leg, reaching up out of the earth like a dead hand clawing out of a shallow grave. His wings release and spread again, as if trying to keep above water. With his form still in its creation, the boils popped and festered, bringing infection and sickness to his skin, plunging his reformation backward. He hissed, taking a step back. Ajatar. That nasty little thing. And his clueless Harmonia. "Is this your idea of a joke? Where is your magic to save yourself?!" RE: show me how defenseless you really are; Harmonia - Harmonia - 12-05-2016 HARMONIA the pied piper RE: show me how defenseless you really are; Harmonia - Deimos - 12-10-2016 Deimos has had enough. His granddaughter is the cause of this discomfort, and yet, she stands, silent, emotionless. Ajatar. Nasty little thing. With a flick of his tail, his wings pump and stretch outward, as if voicing their agitation with this. the talons turn and scratch at the boils that threaten to burst and spread. drawing lines of fire across his body to cauterize the wound and to stem infection. When he is finished, those great wings tuck themselves in once again, the 'hands' clasping together at the front of his chest, as if holding hands. "She is powerful, believe you me." He spares no artifice, no games. Harmonia's very presence here makes him itch, but she is every ounce his daughter, just as the one with her was every inch his blood as well. "She will be the true Reckoning of us all." He nods then, all trace of humor or obligatory evil put aside for the moment. Right now he is a man, and a father--albeit a very absent one. He still has no need or want to make reparations or a relationship with this pair. But she is better than the games they play with the plebians that pass by them every day. So, he nods his head and flares his nostrils at them--almost an angry grunt--and turns toward the wind. His words were unaddressed, but it was clear to whom they were for-- --the child. "When I see you next, I would hope that you will have controlled that little trick. Plaguing your family is not very nice... Not that I expect you will grow up as a child of the light." Wings spread, and with a woomf he lifts that great black body into the sky. There was much to do. |