01-04-2017, 03:51 PM
Ashes to Ashes.
Dust to Dust.
Koal crouched down, dragging the tips of his fingers through the thick layer of ash on the ground, staining his skin with black powder. It seemed to permeate everything in this verse, finding its way into every niche and crevice available. He rubbed his fingers together, feeling the gritty substance grins beneath his digits. Bracing a hand on his knee, he rose from hair crouch, caring his gaze to the horizon. The wasteland was dotted with jagged cliffs and lava flows. It would be hell to navigate, but Seraph insisted this was a good place to set his plans in motion.
"No time to get started like the present." He mumbled, his footsteps throwing up a small cloud of ash. He looked around, his mind automatically forming plans and attack patterns, defensive positions, and potential hideouts. This world would do. It might have been rough around the eyes, but The Demon was determined to bend it to his will. A distant rumble echoed past Koal's ears, signaling yet another volcanic eruption. As if this world didn't have enough lava. He chuckled as a thought leapt to mind.
'Hell is a much scarier place than this, Koal.'
Koal continued to chuckle anyways, the sound deep and gravelly, akin to rocks grinding against each other. He stepped off of a drop off, bending his knees and rolling as he hit the ground. As he got up, he noticed that his left leg glistened with something dark... and wet. Koal gently touched his leg, his fingers coming away red as he pulled his hand back to gaze at it. Blood. As he reached his conclusion, A voice made itself known, calling out to the young man.
"Take another step and we'll end your worthless life. Don't think about trying to run either." Koal heard the metallic clacks of several guns being readied to fire. The voice was feminine and elegant, not fitting in with the ragged look of the Plains.
"We have you surrounded." The Demon looked around him, his eyes searching for any sign of the woman and her comrades, and sure enough, in the dim light, he saw several gun barrels trained at him. Their owners crept forward with the practiced movement of soldiers, and the Demon was impressed. Koal raised his hands above his head, moving slowly, as if they were dangerous animals. Which, in a way, they were.
"And why should I listen to you? I could end every single one of your lives right now if I wanted." He heard a laugh, a high and pure sound, like chiming bells. Then he felt a presence behind him, and words resounded next to his ear.
"We're not strangers to killing primes, friend. But I like your spirit. Maybe I'll keep you as a pet." Those words made Koal snarl, and as he twisted to rip her throat out, he felt the barrel of a gun slam into the back of his head, and his vision went dark.
Dust to Dust.
Koal crouched down, dragging the tips of his fingers through the thick layer of ash on the ground, staining his skin with black powder. It seemed to permeate everything in this verse, finding its way into every niche and crevice available. He rubbed his fingers together, feeling the gritty substance grins beneath his digits. Bracing a hand on his knee, he rose from hair crouch, caring his gaze to the horizon. The wasteland was dotted with jagged cliffs and lava flows. It would be hell to navigate, but Seraph insisted this was a good place to set his plans in motion.
"No time to get started like the present." He mumbled, his footsteps throwing up a small cloud of ash. He looked around, his mind automatically forming plans and attack patterns, defensive positions, and potential hideouts. This world would do. It might have been rough around the eyes, but The Demon was determined to bend it to his will. A distant rumble echoed past Koal's ears, signaling yet another volcanic eruption. As if this world didn't have enough lava. He chuckled as a thought leapt to mind.
'Hell is a much scarier place than this, Koal.'
Koal continued to chuckle anyways, the sound deep and gravelly, akin to rocks grinding against each other. He stepped off of a drop off, bending his knees and rolling as he hit the ground. As he got up, he noticed that his left leg glistened with something dark... and wet. Koal gently touched his leg, his fingers coming away red as he pulled his hand back to gaze at it. Blood. As he reached his conclusion, A voice made itself known, calling out to the young man.
"Take another step and we'll end your worthless life. Don't think about trying to run either." Koal heard the metallic clacks of several guns being readied to fire. The voice was feminine and elegant, not fitting in with the ragged look of the Plains.
"We have you surrounded." The Demon looked around him, his eyes searching for any sign of the woman and her comrades, and sure enough, in the dim light, he saw several gun barrels trained at him. Their owners crept forward with the practiced movement of soldiers, and the Demon was impressed. Koal raised his hands above his head, moving slowly, as if they were dangerous animals. Which, in a way, they were.
"And why should I listen to you? I could end every single one of your lives right now if I wanted." He heard a laugh, a high and pure sound, like chiming bells. Then he felt a presence behind him, and words resounded next to his ear.
"We're not strangers to killing primes, friend. But I like your spirit. Maybe I'll keep you as a pet." Those words made Koal snarl, and as he twisted to rip her throat out, he felt the barrel of a gun slam into the back of his head, and his vision went dark.
"...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