05-20-2018, 08:58 AM
we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight
‘You weren’t worthy.’The phrase that had drowned his soul since the moment they disappeared - a phrase that he had worked so hard to close tightly and ignore - now plagues his mind with full force, slapping him in the face. It is as if time hadn’t closed the wound at all, but now the sutures are ripped open by the sky-God’s words, and the blood begins to pour again, slowly and painfully. His face breaks, the reality of it heavily slamming into each feature - in his eyes, his mouth, the sharp lines of his jaw. You lie, he tells his father, the cruel man in the sky, but he cannot believe himself even as the words cross his mind. He knew it was the truth; he had known it back then, and even though time had allowed him to forget, he remembers it now just as vividly.
‘She left because you weren’t worthy.’
Warrick can feel the sway in his legs as he manages to keep himself upright, the awe that had once filled him for this God-king (his father) slowly leaving him as the cold feeling of foreboding twists in his stomach, no longer wrapped in reverence but a feeling of sickness. His cerulean eyes are wide with disbelief, but he does nothing to attempt to correct the swirling mass of cloud and stars. He did not have it in him to protest, because his heart silently sings: Told you so, told you so.
‘Who am I?’
His his head is swimming, feeling dizzy as his eyes continue to remain steadily on the figure above him, a pained expression on his face. Did he want to know, now? Did it matter who is father was, truly? It is too late now, to turn back and run, and his legs feel like lead in the meadow grasses, melting into the earth slowly.
“I am Carnage.”
The bay stallion can taste the acrid bile on his tongue, his once sorrow-filled eyes narrowing with not only distrust but with the soft embers of growing rage. “You lie!” This time his words come to life in his mouth as he spits them at the mass of swirling clouds and galaxies, unfurling his wings. There is no way that Carnage is his father - he knew of Carnage, of the terrible feats and torture given by the dark God, and knowing of him, Warrick knew that he is also the God of lies. Bravely (stupidly, fueled by adrenaline and anger, and the knowledge of Tangerine’s captivity by him) his large wings beat heavily at his sides, pulling himself from the ground and attempting to meet this Dark-God face to face.
“You lie,” he tells him again, his wings bringing him closer and closer to Carnage. There is no doubt this is him - the dark God that has plagued Beqanna since the very beginning - but there is no way he is Warrick’s father. There is no way that his blood could be part of the epitome of darkness and shadow, no way that he is in relation to such evil.
Warrick
@[Carnage]
Yesssss, he's the perfect jerk.
Carnage has permission to do whatever he would normally do if a mortal protested him and called him a liar.
