05-30-2015, 03:30 PM
Galel stepped out of the shimmering portal, chuckling to himself. He hadn't had a chance to kill since coming to the Omniverse, and with his defeat in the contest, he had sorely needed a release. The poor Syntek employee hadn't done anything wrong, not by a long shot. He was simply in the wrong place at the right time. The Sorcerer relished the death, smiling beneath his helmet at the thought of the man's shocked face. I'll have to do that more often. He thought to himself, turning to scan the area. There were view-screens and seating arrangements all over, dozens of secondaries filling them and watching the action unfold. Even a few Primes seemed to be here. But are they here for business or pleasure? He wondered to himself.
The Sorcerer strode across the room, taking up a standing position next to some ebon-skinned warp-spawn. He focused intensely on the screen, grinning as he watched the Archer in Black, the one who had pierced his heart, struggle in fevered sleep. He let out an audible laugh as the Golden-Haired boy in Green collapsed and had to be carried by his companion. Even in defeat, we Astartes have left their mark on our foes. He thought. If anyone were listening in on his thoughts, it would have been easy to hear. Galel did not expect any beings of this universe to be capable of Telepathy, and so he had not thought to guard his mind against such things.
As the Sorcerer's mortal eyes watched the screen, his third eye flitted about, observing the few primes that were in the viewing room and glancing at the other screens. There. His third eye settled on a screen, and he turned to walk towards it. How diligent. He thought, bowing his head in respect. On the screen was the gruesome sight of Okor carving open Tartaros's fused ribcage, tearing apart the black carapace, and harvesting his fallen comrades Progenoid Glands. Galel kept his head bowed and his thoughts silent the entire time, a sign of his utter respect for the rituals of the Astartes. When his third eye watched Okor place the glands in a refrigeration unit, he finally lifted his head.
"Only in death does duty end." He spoke, nodding to the screen before turning and walking back to watch Link, Ganondorf, Jon Snow, and Gilgamesh. As he arrived, he took a better look at the Ebon-Skinned Daemon that stood next to him. It was a curious being, seemingly composed of shadows, with three eyes not unlike his own. What sort of Xenos' thought spawned this creature? He wondered silently, still not guarding his thoughts. Perhaps the Eldar, or perhaps a species yet unknown. Galel turned to watch the competition once more. Or perhaps it is a servant of this 'Omni'. If that is the case, I'll have to destroy it later.
The Sorcerer strode across the room, taking up a standing position next to some ebon-skinned warp-spawn. He focused intensely on the screen, grinning as he watched the Archer in Black, the one who had pierced his heart, struggle in fevered sleep. He let out an audible laugh as the Golden-Haired boy in Green collapsed and had to be carried by his companion. Even in defeat, we Astartes have left their mark on our foes. He thought. If anyone were listening in on his thoughts, it would have been easy to hear. Galel did not expect any beings of this universe to be capable of Telepathy, and so he had not thought to guard his mind against such things.
As the Sorcerer's mortal eyes watched the screen, his third eye flitted about, observing the few primes that were in the viewing room and glancing at the other screens. There. His third eye settled on a screen, and he turned to walk towards it. How diligent. He thought, bowing his head in respect. On the screen was the gruesome sight of Okor carving open Tartaros's fused ribcage, tearing apart the black carapace, and harvesting his fallen comrades Progenoid Glands. Galel kept his head bowed and his thoughts silent the entire time, a sign of his utter respect for the rituals of the Astartes. When his third eye watched Okor place the glands in a refrigeration unit, he finally lifted his head.
"Only in death does duty end." He spoke, nodding to the screen before turning and walking back to watch Link, Ganondorf, Jon Snow, and Gilgamesh. As he arrived, he took a better look at the Ebon-Skinned Daemon that stood next to him. It was a curious being, seemingly composed of shadows, with three eyes not unlike his own. What sort of Xenos' thought spawned this creature? He wondered silently, still not guarding his thoughts. Perhaps the Eldar, or perhaps a species yet unknown. Galel turned to watch the competition once more. Or perhaps it is a servant of this 'Omni'. If that is the case, I'll have to destroy it later.