There is a laugh and a rumble that stirs even the soul inside the dark one that awoke so long ago. He trembles, hides his face. Refuses to show the sense of momentary fear that crosses his face.
He is no longer alone.
Harmonia exists... His daughter. There are others too... But none like him, not until today. This day.
The mountain falls and the world as they knew it comes to an end, and Deimos has withdrawn from the inner workings of the forest to see the shadow of power that has not been seen in an age. It came after him... But that makes it no less potent.
Another shudder, and the son of Mars opens a rift into the void. He laughs darkly, feeling a new surge of power now that the fairies have gone.
Magic will reign once again.
But as it casts shadows across the world, Deimos stares at it with a focused look, determined to not show. He puts up a barrier so the other cannot see... Cannot look into his heart or mind.
There was not another like him.
Until today.
"What beings dragged you out of the bowels of Hell? You look terrible."
He does not know it, and yet he knows it. For all like him have an innate camaraderie.
The return of Pazuzu, and the tipping point of dark magic.
He is no longer alone.
Harmonia exists... His daughter. There are others too... But none like him, not until today. This day.
The mountain falls and the world as they knew it comes to an end, and Deimos has withdrawn from the inner workings of the forest to see the shadow of power that has not been seen in an age. It came after him... But that makes it no less potent.
Another shudder, and the son of Mars opens a rift into the void. He laughs darkly, feeling a new surge of power now that the fairies have gone.
Magic will reign once again.
But as it casts shadows across the world, Deimos stares at it with a focused look, determined to not show. He puts up a barrier so the other cannot see... Cannot look into his heart or mind.
There was not another like him.
Until today.
"What beings dragged you out of the bowels of Hell? You look terrible."
He does not know it, and yet he knows it. For all like him have an innate camaraderie.
The return of Pazuzu, and the tipping point of dark magic.