01-25-2016, 10:15 PM
Ururu gave the spirit a disgusted look as she fell back on her haunches and nursed her aching head. She half reminded herself just going by the nature of the temple that this person- spirit was from an earlier time. Not that it assuaged anything closely relating to her anger. Again it was all about power. Just like the Shinobi. ‘Give me what I want and I’ll give you strength.’
What did it matter of family? Of love?
“If we free you, you’ll not be dead, you’ll return to the Nexus like the rest of us, the plaything of Omni.” She said with a barbed tongue, her words and tone smoldering heat in her heart. Her fingers curled into in fists before wiping what tears she had left from her eyes. Everything about this situation rang with the same idiocy of the mad god, only this one had hurt her far more than even Omni had.
There was no one left. He took them from her.
“If you’re even a Prime, if not… poof!” she said bitterly as her fist abruptly splayed wide for dramatic effect.
If he was a Secondary then there was no point, he wouldn’t even have met Omni before. In which case freeing him would mean his destruction unless he had been born a spirit. For that matter who knew? But by pointing out a potential weakness of likely everyone’s assumption she could at least take momentum away from the spirit’s attempts to direct them. From controlling them.
For the situation as a non-prime, what chance did he have of carrying out his offers unless he was born a spirit. Still, he had a rude awakening awaiting him. His torment would only just be beginning as every day he’d face true and total oblivion… Or if he failed to give her back what mattered most… she could end him.
The question was, did he even know?
What did it matter of family? Of love?
“If we free you, you’ll not be dead, you’ll return to the Nexus like the rest of us, the plaything of Omni.” She said with a barbed tongue, her words and tone smoldering heat in her heart. Her fingers curled into in fists before wiping what tears she had left from her eyes. Everything about this situation rang with the same idiocy of the mad god, only this one had hurt her far more than even Omni had.
There was no one left. He took them from her.
“If you’re even a Prime, if not… poof!” she said bitterly as her fist abruptly splayed wide for dramatic effect.
If he was a Secondary then there was no point, he wouldn’t even have met Omni before. In which case freeing him would mean his destruction unless he had been born a spirit. For that matter who knew? But by pointing out a potential weakness of likely everyone’s assumption she could at least take momentum away from the spirit’s attempts to direct them. From controlling them.
For the situation as a non-prime, what chance did he have of carrying out his offers unless he was born a spirit. Still, he had a rude awakening awaiting him. His torment would only just be beginning as every day he’d face true and total oblivion… Or if he failed to give her back what mattered most… she could end him.
The question was, did he even know?