03-11-2016, 07:17 PM
The Spartan walked with Shang, passing the red-skinned man who reeked of deceit and cunning. Good thing that Atelos was with the noble Shang Tsung who would never dare to stoop to such levels. Atelos leaned towards the sorcerer, his head darting very slyly from Sinestro to Shang. “I have the feeling that this ‘Sinestro’ has something more that lay beneath the surface, Sorcerer.”
Shang turned his head towards the Grecian, “Of course I know that, Spartan. Let us just hope that his goals do not clash with ours, there is already a large gathering of primes here already.” Atelos turned his head to see the ever growing mass of primes that clustered around. His fingers began to trace up his arm, meeting the black skull of the Dragon that he had slain so long ago. Pulses flowed across his arm and into his body as the Maw called to be used, only dormant since its retrieval.
An all too familiar voice crept from the recesses of his mind. ‘Greetings Spartan...it’s been a while.’ Atelos couldn’t help but groan at the emergence of his inner daemon.
‘Turns out not too much different, you and I. We both love the chaos of battle, the call of power, the feel of it in our hands. Why don’t you give me control for a bit and we’ll show these primes who’s the real threat.’ Atelos muttered a curse before responding to the God of Death inside of his mind.
‘Silence Hades. I do not care for power. While my blood calls for battle, it is for the good of the people not for the destruction that you so desire.’ Shang tossed a concerned look at the Bipolar Spartan before turning his head back towards the main group.
Images flashed before his eyes, memories of not long ago. The tarrasque called to mind, the images of himself giving into the power of Hades. His arm being torn from his body and most of his limbs were broken. The sweet ideal of ultimate power Hades had dreamt of was not theirs currently, he wouldn’t stand a chance against this gathering of primes, even with the added power of the Dragon’s Maw. He turned his head to Shang Tsung, the belt that the sorcerer had earned in Camelot had proved his might.
“Hey Sorcerer. I’m glad that we fight together.”
Shang turned his head towards the Grecian, “Of course I know that, Spartan. Let us just hope that his goals do not clash with ours, there is already a large gathering of primes here already.” Atelos turned his head to see the ever growing mass of primes that clustered around. His fingers began to trace up his arm, meeting the black skull of the Dragon that he had slain so long ago. Pulses flowed across his arm and into his body as the Maw called to be used, only dormant since its retrieval.
An all too familiar voice crept from the recesses of his mind. ‘Greetings Spartan...it’s been a while.’ Atelos couldn’t help but groan at the emergence of his inner daemon.
‘Turns out not too much different, you and I. We both love the chaos of battle, the call of power, the feel of it in our hands. Why don’t you give me control for a bit and we’ll show these primes who’s the real threat.’ Atelos muttered a curse before responding to the God of Death inside of his mind.
‘Silence Hades. I do not care for power. While my blood calls for battle, it is for the good of the people not for the destruction that you so desire.’ Shang tossed a concerned look at the Bipolar Spartan before turning his head back towards the main group.
Images flashed before his eyes, memories of not long ago. The tarrasque called to mind, the images of himself giving into the power of Hades. His arm being torn from his body and most of his limbs were broken. The sweet ideal of ultimate power Hades had dreamt of was not theirs currently, he wouldn’t stand a chance against this gathering of primes, even with the added power of the Dragon’s Maw. He turned his head to Shang Tsung, the belt that the sorcerer had earned in Camelot had proved his might.
“Hey Sorcerer. I’m glad that we fight together.”
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