05-25-2021, 02:56 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
He has never known such power. It makes his blood boil, simmering with tension as it begs to be released. This was everything he had ever aspired for, everything he had always desired. All those years pulling the strings behind the scenes, carrying out the whims of lesser beings (Straia had been the exception to the rule), and then finally taking the reins and stepping out from the shadows. It had all led to this. All his research of dissecting and maiming to try and find the source of magic. All his cruel ideas and torturous methods just to cut through the threads of feelings and understand their roots.
It had all been for this.
The angelic white wings that he had once worn in the Chamber now reappear, jutting out behind his shoulder blades. They flare, perfectly preened snowy feathers, in a bright watery light as he rises in an auburn sky. The world burns as he flies, as he sends out chaotic magic wherever he can. He pulls romantic desires that lay deeply hidden in their hearts and uses it to sow seeds of discord wherever he can. He turns into a giant scaled white dragon, glistening like ice in the light, as his red eyes blaze with the fire that erupts from his throat, burninating the country side and whatever peasants get in his way. Just because he can, he lets forth thousands of mini Krampus like creatures that begin stuffing unwilling and unsuspecting horses into glass. Trapped in snowy globes with no way out.
He shifts back to his angelic winged self and rises higher in the sky, chaos erupting everywhere around him. The sky turns redder, the sun now a giant orange orb in the sky as he goes to meet it. He is invincible, he is power, he is God. He ascends to the heat of the sun as if he will absorb its power too. Devoid of reason, of sensibility, engulfed in the throes of chaos.
Like Icarus, he flies too high.
It had all been for this.
The angelic white wings that he had once worn in the Chamber now reappear, jutting out behind his shoulder blades. They flare, perfectly preened snowy feathers, in a bright watery light as he rises in an auburn sky. The world burns as he flies, as he sends out chaotic magic wherever he can. He pulls romantic desires that lay deeply hidden in their hearts and uses it to sow seeds of discord wherever he can. He turns into a giant scaled white dragon, glistening like ice in the light, as his red eyes blaze with the fire that erupts from his throat, burninating the country side and whatever peasants get in his way. Just because he can, he lets forth thousands of mini Krampus like creatures that begin stuffing unwilling and unsuspecting horses into glass. Trapped in snowy globes with no way out.
He shifts back to his angelic winged self and rises higher in the sky, chaos erupting everywhere around him. The sky turns redder, the sun now a giant orange orb in the sky as he goes to meet it. He is invincible, he is power, he is God. He ascends to the heat of the sun as if he will absorb its power too. Devoid of reason, of sensibility, engulfed in the throes of chaos.
Like Icarus, he flies too high.
Gryffen
@[Nikoline]
Context: Chaos thread that's going to be ending with some non chaos reality <3