02-18-2017, 01:59 PM
Silence. A bitter and brilliant silence overwhelmed his mind. Everything was compartmentalized, set aside and away from him. The deadened quiet was his savior, kept him whole when everything threatened to shatter to a million pieces. Anger, rage, had always been his strength. Sadness, if it had become too strong, too unbearable, had often shifted into it, returned him to the familiar strength of brute power. And it had become too unbearable. Too painful.
Nothing could have separated him from his child, from the last piece of his Cerva and their shared happiness. From his perfect little Atrani. Nothing but herself as she recoiled from his touch, as she rebuffed him time and time again. He was used to being so close, so consumed and wrapped in affection, so the distance she placed between them had hurt far more deeply than anyone could truly understand.
He'd had to walk away, been forced to let her have her way. He couldn't survive any more of her rejection. The pain of that loss was bottled up too, carefully set aside where it could not catch flame and explode in a torrent of pain. Where it could not burn away the fraying remnants of his humanity. He knew what he had to do, to release this in a controlled environment where no others could get hurt from it.
He had a date with the devil and a score to settle.
Drifting through the lands, a slow and building storm cloud of hate and suffering, he walked with a steady purpose. He knew exactly where to go, could practically feel the other calling for him, laying in wait for what was coming to him. Good. Because he was not in the mood to go searching for him, to let this form and solidify and take over him completely. A smog of destruction threatened to billow out of him, to choke the world around him and plague them all in torture and death.
Zoryn.
Quiet, dangerous.
Black and bony, already bleeding, he halted, facing him squarely at a distance. There were dark promises in his eyes, lessons to be learned in ways the gold brother would both love and severely hate. As he should. Dovev stood solid and still, a poisoned dagger thrust into the earth as the rest of the world continued on heedless of what would come. So soon. Briefly, he returned to a time the other would recognize, black eyes locked onto him with such intensity, a sadistic twist to his mouth that he didn't allow to fully form.
Come to me, he commanded softly.
Nothing could have separated him from his child, from the last piece of his Cerva and their shared happiness. From his perfect little Atrani. Nothing but herself as she recoiled from his touch, as she rebuffed him time and time again. He was used to being so close, so consumed and wrapped in affection, so the distance she placed between them had hurt far more deeply than anyone could truly understand.
He'd had to walk away, been forced to let her have her way. He couldn't survive any more of her rejection. The pain of that loss was bottled up too, carefully set aside where it could not catch flame and explode in a torrent of pain. Where it could not burn away the fraying remnants of his humanity. He knew what he had to do, to release this in a controlled environment where no others could get hurt from it.
He had a date with the devil and a score to settle.
Drifting through the lands, a slow and building storm cloud of hate and suffering, he walked with a steady purpose. He knew exactly where to go, could practically feel the other calling for him, laying in wait for what was coming to him. Good. Because he was not in the mood to go searching for him, to let this form and solidify and take over him completely. A smog of destruction threatened to billow out of him, to choke the world around him and plague them all in torture and death.
Zoryn.
Quiet, dangerous.
Black and bony, already bleeding, he halted, facing him squarely at a distance. There were dark promises in his eyes, lessons to be learned in ways the gold brother would both love and severely hate. As he should. Dovev stood solid and still, a poisoned dagger thrust into the earth as the rest of the world continued on heedless of what would come. So soon. Briefly, he returned to a time the other would recognize, black eyes locked onto him with such intensity, a sadistic twist to his mouth that he didn't allow to fully form.
Come to me, he commanded softly.
