09-09-2016, 08:32 AM
A contemptuous sneer spread beneath the sullied steel of his helmet, a single eye narrowing as he glared at the demigod. ”Amaterasu.” He stepped closer, corroded ceramite coming ever-nearer. ”Did you know that Fiara prayed to, before she.. Fell?” He snarled, the fetid stench of his form washing over Amaterasu, her magicks unable to fully resist the unnatural rot that permeated his being.
Incandescent anger replaced polite tranquility that had formerly been present, masking the hint of fear that emanated from her divine heart, a sublime aroma he had purused across the galaxy. Her lupine ears flattened themselves against her alabaster hair, her follicles arranging themselves in a combative manner, her murderous art preparing to lay waste to the impertinent interstellar warrior.
“What did you do to her?” Snarled the celestial being, her divine wrath but a moment away from being unleashed upon Okor, his scarred and pitted armour perfectly conveying the utter dearth of fear within his gene-sculpted carcass.
A chuckle broke from his corrupted corpse, in spite of the calligraphic catastrophe about to be unleashed upon him. ”Do you think me a monster, oh… Goddess?” Contempt dripped from his voice as he intoned her divine title, unwilling to honour her with the same accolade bestowed upon his unholy patron. ”Simply because I kill, and kill, and kill again?”
He stepped back slightly, forcing his claws to release themselves from the fists they had formed, the primal urge to rip and tear slowly receding to the back of his mind, never entirely banished from his tortured psyche. With a shudder, he spoke, attempting to adopt a neutral tone, a concept almost entirely foreign to his manipulated and warped mind.
”I… Did not kill Fiara. We marched into the Abyss together, and only I… emerged.” He stared into her godly gaze, undisguised disgust evident in his attentions, a match to the caustic tone of his voice, his words as sharp as his blades, his savage sword still hanging from his hip. ”We walked into a dread demiurge’s dream, and stood toe-to-toe with… Nightmares. I saw engines of war broken to pieces, and she was little more than a child.” He rapped corrupted claws against the carapace of his chest as he leaned forward, his single eye widening in anger and indignation. ”I had to tell her what a damned Prime was, beneath the earth, as everyone she knew burned around her,” he spat, jabbing a jaundiced finger towards the Vixen Goddess. ”And you allowed a child to walk into that damned realm, with less knowledge than a blind fool in the Black Library.”
The anger that seemingly sustained him subsided, pestilential pauldrons sagging as a world-wearied eye looked back into her wolven features.
”She prayed to you, before she… Fell.”
“I thought you’d best know that.”
Incandescent anger replaced polite tranquility that had formerly been present, masking the hint of fear that emanated from her divine heart, a sublime aroma he had purused across the galaxy. Her lupine ears flattened themselves against her alabaster hair, her follicles arranging themselves in a combative manner, her murderous art preparing to lay waste to the impertinent interstellar warrior.
“What did you do to her?” Snarled the celestial being, her divine wrath but a moment away from being unleashed upon Okor, his scarred and pitted armour perfectly conveying the utter dearth of fear within his gene-sculpted carcass.
A chuckle broke from his corrupted corpse, in spite of the calligraphic catastrophe about to be unleashed upon him. ”Do you think me a monster, oh… Goddess?” Contempt dripped from his voice as he intoned her divine title, unwilling to honour her with the same accolade bestowed upon his unholy patron. ”Simply because I kill, and kill, and kill again?”
He stepped back slightly, forcing his claws to release themselves from the fists they had formed, the primal urge to rip and tear slowly receding to the back of his mind, never entirely banished from his tortured psyche. With a shudder, he spoke, attempting to adopt a neutral tone, a concept almost entirely foreign to his manipulated and warped mind.
”I… Did not kill Fiara. We marched into the Abyss together, and only I… emerged.” He stared into her godly gaze, undisguised disgust evident in his attentions, a match to the caustic tone of his voice, his words as sharp as his blades, his savage sword still hanging from his hip. ”We walked into a dread demiurge’s dream, and stood toe-to-toe with… Nightmares. I saw engines of war broken to pieces, and she was little more than a child.” He rapped corrupted claws against the carapace of his chest as he leaned forward, his single eye widening in anger and indignation. ”I had to tell her what a damned Prime was, beneath the earth, as everyone she knew burned around her,” he spat, jabbing a jaundiced finger towards the Vixen Goddess. ”And you allowed a child to walk into that damned realm, with less knowledge than a blind fool in the Black Library.”
The anger that seemingly sustained him subsided, pestilential pauldrons sagging as a world-wearied eye looked back into her wolven features.
”She prayed to you, before she… Fell.”
“I thought you’d best know that.”
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