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Father would be so proud of him one day.
His lip curled and he snarled as three glowing jack-o-lanterns appeared out of nowhere, lighting up the solid darkness with a soft, orange light that danced over his iridescent skin. One was instantly smashed the second it appeared, a youthful hoof striking through its face. Its life-force blinked out. The second was obliterated in a shower of pumpkin mush as he turned his face away to avoid the gore, sparks flying as it, too, darkened and died.
And then there was one.
He lifted his head and smirked down at it, eyes lit with the confidence of knowing exactly how this night would end. Because he was in complete control of it. He was the final scene, the curtain call. The only one left still standing. That was the only way he'd have it.
<i>“...But mind the shadows and beware the dark. My children are eager to make their mark.”</i>
The creature spoke again, its voice hiding on the chill night air like the coward he was. It was the last part that pulled another dark smile to Decimate's lips, though. He chuckled softly, a cruel sound that injected fear and uncertainty rather than mirth. When he responded, his small voice was smooth and unwavering, certain with truth.
"I <i>am</i> the shadows. <i>I</i> am the dark. I am the end to you and yours, and all that are here."
He had already proven it. It was only fortunate to the innocent that a mere three were all that had crossed his deadly path thus far. It was further fortunate that those had not included other creatures not conjured by magic. Not yet, anyway. But that wouldn't stop him. His path only had one end and nothing would deter him. The storm was coming. A force like Decimate could not be stopped.
The gold and green of his metallic dragon skin shimmered, flared momentarily. He looked down at his chest as he continued walking at a leisurely pace. Then his face lifted again with a wicked grin. He was becoming real and he didn't wonder why. It must've been Father watching over him, or the death of those magical pumpkins. His wings had melded to him, too, nerves and tendons connecting, manifesting. He flared them out with a harsh laugh and a bold lift to his chin.
This was only the beginning.
His head, neck, and chest were dragon skin, spreading to his wings, his front legs, and no further. The back half of him was still blue, still beautiful indigo like his mother and sister. That wasn't all this magical creature would give him. He'd make sure of it.
"If you care at all for these people..." He glanced around, senses slowly sharpening to something supernatural. He didn't need it though, not really. He was a force all on his own. He was the son of the Dark God. They would see. "You should give me what I want before they all die. One by one." He shrugged as he kept walking, kept searching without haste. "And if you don't care if they die," he smiled, his young muscles rolling beneath glimmering skin.
"Just know you are the target."
The rest were just amusing collateral damage.
They were promises of what's to come.
"I will find you regardless. But you can end this sooner. You can spare some lives, save your little minions from me." He laughed, a raw scrape in his throat.
"For now, you still have a chance to live."
And that wasn't a promise he could keep for much longer, as his patience grew thinner. His tolerance for these games would come to an end.
Ah, yes.
"And don't think death could be your escape from me. I can walk through the afterlife too."
Perhaps his twin really was useful after all. He would need to keep her close.
"I'm coming for you."<p class="decimate_quote">can the killer in me tame the fire in you?</p> <p class="decimate_quotetwo">I am sick of the chase but I'm hungry for blood</p> </div> </div> </center>
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His lip curled and he snarled as three glowing jack-o-lanterns appeared out of nowhere, lighting up the solid darkness with a soft, orange light that danced over his iridescent skin. One was instantly smashed the second it appeared, a youthful hoof striking through its face. Its life-force blinked out. The second was obliterated in a shower of pumpkin mush as he turned his face away to avoid the gore, sparks flying as it, too, darkened and died.
And then there was one.
He lifted his head and smirked down at it, eyes lit with the confidence of knowing exactly how this night would end. Because he was in complete control of it. He was the final scene, the curtain call. The only one left still standing. That was the only way he'd have it.
<i>“...But mind the shadows and beware the dark. My children are eager to make their mark.”</i>
The creature spoke again, its voice hiding on the chill night air like the coward he was. It was the last part that pulled another dark smile to Decimate's lips, though. He chuckled softly, a cruel sound that injected fear and uncertainty rather than mirth. When he responded, his small voice was smooth and unwavering, certain with truth.
"I <i>am</i> the shadows. <i>I</i> am the dark. I am the end to you and yours, and all that are here."
He had already proven it. It was only fortunate to the innocent that a mere three were all that had crossed his deadly path thus far. It was further fortunate that those had not included other creatures not conjured by magic. Not yet, anyway. But that wouldn't stop him. His path only had one end and nothing would deter him. The storm was coming. A force like Decimate could not be stopped.
The gold and green of his metallic dragon skin shimmered, flared momentarily. He looked down at his chest as he continued walking at a leisurely pace. Then his face lifted again with a wicked grin. He was becoming real and he didn't wonder why. It must've been Father watching over him, or the death of those magical pumpkins. His wings had melded to him, too, nerves and tendons connecting, manifesting. He flared them out with a harsh laugh and a bold lift to his chin.
This was only the beginning.
His head, neck, and chest were dragon skin, spreading to his wings, his front legs, and no further. The back half of him was still blue, still beautiful indigo like his mother and sister. That wasn't all this magical creature would give him. He'd make sure of it.
"If you care at all for these people..." He glanced around, senses slowly sharpening to something supernatural. He didn't need it though, not really. He was a force all on his own. He was the son of the Dark God. They would see. "You should give me what I want before they all die. One by one." He shrugged as he kept walking, kept searching without haste. "And if you don't care if they die," he smiled, his young muscles rolling beneath glimmering skin.
"Just know you are the target."
The rest were just amusing collateral damage.
They were promises of what's to come.
"I will find you regardless. But you can end this sooner. You can spare some lives, save your little minions from me." He laughed, a raw scrape in his throat.
"For now, you still have a chance to live."
And that wasn't a promise he could keep for much longer, as his patience grew thinner. His tolerance for these games would come to an end.
Ah, yes.
"And don't think death could be your escape from me. I can walk through the afterlife too."
Perhaps his twin really was useful after all. He would need to keep her close.
"I'm coming for you."<p class="decimate_quote">can the killer in me tame the fire in you?</p> <p class="decimate_quotetwo">I am sick of the chase but I'm hungry for blood</p> </div> </div> </center>