11-17-2016, 11:42 AM
and lord, I fashion dark gods too;
The girl he met briefly is the first to come, but she offers no names, only her presence. He acknowledges her with a dip of his head, and then is distracted by an unknown, a boy who waltzes in. He’s not surprised – power has a certain stench to it, and can draw like flies. He speaks with Rhae, and the dark god ignores him after that.
Igni, then, begging – she wears upon herself a sort of brokenness he’d enjoy playing with did the stars not call out so.
(Still, he notes her name, her wretched gaze – should she be there when he next returns, he may take her, for a while.)
“Hush,” he tells her – not unkindly, but the word is short, and silences her quick enough.
Then, finally, a name – the demon-like man who followed, who seems suited to this cancerous land.
(In another life, he might have wanted to mentor the boy, but he has learned by now they are all ultimately disappointments.)
Pollock makes his case – a solid enough one. And Carnage’s own blood lives in the boy’s veins, albeit distantly
And then the old magician comes, heavily pregnant, and he nods to her, briefly. She speaks a name - Belgrath - as a nomination.
Time grows short, and Carnage grows bored of being idle.
“It’s yours, Pollock.”
The crown passes, and with the weight of it from his heads, it seems like the stars are all the louder now.
“Pangea,” he says, “remember you were created as a defiance.”
For a moment he shimmers, and constellations burst through the stormcloud gray of his coat – then, he folds within himself and is gone.
Free of cancerous magic, the land is free to grow again – stunted growth, perhaps, and though it may never have the lushness of the other lands, the lands created in deference to their world rather than in defiance, things grow.
c a r n a g e
anyway. carnage goes back to outer space. Pollock is king. in Carnage's absence, things start growing again - the level is up to y'all.
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