01-09-2017, 05:31 PM
I don’t know what life I have to give. I have no one.
Deimos spat at the ground where Kilter stood, stepping back from him in that instant. The acid that burned away at the snow curled up black smoke; the image of a mage, or of a wraith pushed down all the worlds and broke their dimensions. This is what waits for you in hell, boy. His voice cracked like a whip on Kilter’s flank. You would never survive. If that is your goal, then by all means, step forward and let him take you.
He smiles then. A blizzard begins rolling in and the land is grey, heaping hefty amounts of snow upon them both. If you choose life, you will have more decisions to make. Life can be made in an instant. You don’t need a heart. Or a soul. You just need blood. And you can take that anywhere, Kilter.
He knows the boy is impressionable. He wonders just what the boy will do to stay alive. What he would accomplish. What power lays there, just under the surface. Scratch it What will you find if you pour malice into those wounds, Wolfpup? What will you become?
What say you?
Deimos spat at the ground where Kilter stood, stepping back from him in that instant. The acid that burned away at the snow curled up black smoke; the image of a mage, or of a wraith pushed down all the worlds and broke their dimensions. This is what waits for you in hell, boy. His voice cracked like a whip on Kilter’s flank. You would never survive. If that is your goal, then by all means, step forward and let him take you.
He smiles then. A blizzard begins rolling in and the land is grey, heaping hefty amounts of snow upon them both. If you choose life, you will have more decisions to make. Life can be made in an instant. You don’t need a heart. Or a soul. You just need blood. And you can take that anywhere, Kilter.
He knows the boy is impressionable. He wonders just what the boy will do to stay alive. What he would accomplish. What power lays there, just under the surface. Scratch it What will you find if you pour malice into those wounds, Wolfpup? What will you become?
What say you?
DEIMOS
cry ‘havoc’ and let slip the dogs of war…
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