It was dark in the cave, but Koal recognized the yellow glow of his eyes. A murderer and terrorist. A man who had used him for his own personal gain. A man who had lost His trust. Koal walked forward tentatively, footsteps echoing on the stone floor. And after a few moments, the Demon found him.
Koal stared at the broken and defeated form of Ballad, blood caking his body. The red substance stained the stone floors, and Koals nostrils flared as the metallic scent hit his senses. The Demons pitch-black eyes locked onto the dim yellow glow of the Gunsmiths'. He seemed to be arguing with himself once more, and as Koal contemplated that, Seraph made his presence known once more, albeit in a different way. A dark form took shape next to the young Demon, slowly taking on distinct features. Pale skin, white hair, and crimson eyes were the most striking features. The Elder raised a sculpted eyebrow, looking condescendingly down at Ballad as he walked in a circle around him. Like a predator stalking prey.
'He has a relationship like ours, one of a shared vessel. It has corrupted his mind, integrated itself into every part of his being.'
Seraph stopped next to Koal, who listened with rapt attention. It made sense. A lot of sense actually. The mumbling, arguing with no-one; hell, even his vocabulary. Koal felt the ice in his veins splinter in anticipation as he reached his hand forward, lifting Ballads face so his former comrade- his enemy- could gaze upon his face. The fear Ballad was trying so desperately to hide, the doubt the man felt, was absolutely delectable. Koal took a deep breath, bringing The essence of Ballads sins into his soul, the void eagerly drinking in the dark emotions. His claws extended slightly, digging into the flesh of Ballads face, crimson blood lost in the dark, Koal grinned, barring his fangs, leaning his face close to The Executioners'.
"Tell me Ballad. Do you fear death?" Koals voice was overlapped with that of Seraphs, the two entities speaking as one. One eye shifted to a vibrant violet, the other to a chilling blood-red. They have off a faint light, practically glowing as brightly as their victims.
"I know you don't. You disregard death in this world, as every prime does. It holds no sway over you." Koal forced his claws in further, eliciting a muffled groan. "I can feel your fear, and I recognize it. You fear the death of those close to you. A very natural fear." Koal saw an iota of hate spark within Ballads eyes.
"But the truth is, you have no one left. You are alone. The Koal you knew is dead. I am privy to the ways of the world, and have learned that in order to stay alive, others must die.
"Because I have chosen not to fight my nature. My humanity isn't worth holding on to. I was weak, but now... I've never felt stronger." Koal released Ballads face, standing up, looking down on him. A sneer twisted Koals features, before the Demon swiftly planted a kick in the Gunsmith's face. Ballad reeled back, falling onto his back. He stood over his victim, his foot on his chest, leaning down to bore his eyes into the soul of the individual under him.
"When you die, bring my image to the void. Remember my face when you see God."
Koal stared at the broken and defeated form of Ballad, blood caking his body. The red substance stained the stone floors, and Koals nostrils flared as the metallic scent hit his senses. The Demons pitch-black eyes locked onto the dim yellow glow of the Gunsmiths'. He seemed to be arguing with himself once more, and as Koal contemplated that, Seraph made his presence known once more, albeit in a different way. A dark form took shape next to the young Demon, slowly taking on distinct features. Pale skin, white hair, and crimson eyes were the most striking features. The Elder raised a sculpted eyebrow, looking condescendingly down at Ballad as he walked in a circle around him. Like a predator stalking prey.
'He has a relationship like ours, one of a shared vessel. It has corrupted his mind, integrated itself into every part of his being.'
Seraph stopped next to Koal, who listened with rapt attention. It made sense. A lot of sense actually. The mumbling, arguing with no-one; hell, even his vocabulary. Koal felt the ice in his veins splinter in anticipation as he reached his hand forward, lifting Ballads face so his former comrade- his enemy- could gaze upon his face. The fear Ballad was trying so desperately to hide, the doubt the man felt, was absolutely delectable. Koal took a deep breath, bringing The essence of Ballads sins into his soul, the void eagerly drinking in the dark emotions. His claws extended slightly, digging into the flesh of Ballads face, crimson blood lost in the dark, Koal grinned, barring his fangs, leaning his face close to The Executioners'.
"Tell me Ballad. Do you fear death?" Koals voice was overlapped with that of Seraphs, the two entities speaking as one. One eye shifted to a vibrant violet, the other to a chilling blood-red. They have off a faint light, practically glowing as brightly as their victims.
"I know you don't. You disregard death in this world, as every prime does. It holds no sway over you." Koal forced his claws in further, eliciting a muffled groan. "I can feel your fear, and I recognize it. You fear the death of those close to you. A very natural fear." Koal saw an iota of hate spark within Ballads eyes.
"But the truth is, you have no one left. You are alone. The Koal you knew is dead. I am privy to the ways of the world, and have learned that in order to stay alive, others must die.
"Because I have chosen not to fight my nature. My humanity isn't worth holding on to. I was weak, but now... I've never felt stronger." Koal released Ballads face, standing up, looking down on him. A sneer twisted Koals features, before the Demon swiftly planted a kick in the Gunsmith's face. Ballad reeled back, falling onto his back. He stood over his victim, his foot on his chest, leaning down to bore his eyes into the soul of the individual under him.
"When you die, bring my image to the void. Remember my face when you see God."
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables