11-30-2016, 06:09 AM
Deimos has no need for time-wasters. He pumps his newly acquired wings, grasping talons pulsating for the need to taste flesh. He baits the hyena, taking note of the sick little fleas jumping ship from the flat-toothed disgrace. There was something about him that said weak, and Deimos ran his tongue over his fangs and allowed the acid saliva to drip from his maw and land with a singe to the ground.
"I know you, slave, because I am one of them." He does not say magician. He doesn't need to. Magicians were, to his mind, ones whose blood was blessed enough to be counted among the ancients. He was not like them--not a member of their club. He had never been, and had never wished to be. His magic ran from a deeper, more sinister part of the world. Having driven his abilities from the same pool that fed Carnage, Deimos' immorality had gotten deeper and ever aggressively more heinous. He is not a top-hat wearing, bunny pulling side show at a freak circus.
He is hell.
"I can grant you back your abilities. But only if you concede to be one of mine. If you wish to taste flesh again, you must swear to it." He breathes a dark smoke of exhale as his chest rises, black charred bones evident as the skin is tightly stretched across his ribcage.
He will return to what he was. He just needs this lemming to make it so.
"I know you, slave, because I am one of them." He does not say magician. He doesn't need to. Magicians were, to his mind, ones whose blood was blessed enough to be counted among the ancients. He was not like them--not a member of their club. He had never been, and had never wished to be. His magic ran from a deeper, more sinister part of the world. Having driven his abilities from the same pool that fed Carnage, Deimos' immorality had gotten deeper and ever aggressively more heinous. He is not a top-hat wearing, bunny pulling side show at a freak circus.
He is hell.
"I can grant you back your abilities. But only if you concede to be one of mine. If you wish to taste flesh again, you must swear to it." He breathes a dark smoke of exhale as his chest rises, black charred bones evident as the skin is tightly stretched across his ribcage.
He will return to what he was. He just needs this lemming to make it so.