10-27-2018, 04:27 PM
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He would not fail.
Here was the powerful enemy. He would find a way to win this.
He would not be powerless.
The dusting of stars over his face glittered in the reflected moonlight as he was set down on his feet again. Jack crouched down and paused, a fire still in their eyes as Decimate stared back evenly. Waiting.
Jack's claw drew blood at Deci's cheek, and the boy narrowed his eyes and waited in a cautious quiet as the creature smeared his silver blood over his little brow. He frowned, his heartbeat gradually slowing. What would happen now? He was at Jack's mercy whether he liked it or not. And he didn't, of course. He'd rather be powerful like his father the Dark God, or even like his earth-born mother. Even she had more power than the son of a god.
<i>"In your death, I'd find no joy. After all, you're just a boy."</i>
Decimate's frown deepened, furrowing in confusion and listening intently. He glanced around so briefly as the spikes slid back into the ground, little piles of dirt the only evidence they had ever existed. Then his amber-green eyes lifted to Jack once more.
<i>"Catch your breath and dry your eyes. It's time for you to claim your prize."</i>
His dark indigo face brightened slightly, eyes widening. He'd won? He'd actually done it? He could claim his prize?
Decimate's expression morphed into a dark grin, sinister and thrilled as a hungry joy injected into his veins.
"Power."
The word was slid across to Jack with confidence, a read-em-and-weep royal flush just before Deci pulled the chips to his side of the table. He won, and he needed this. He needed power. He was nothing now, but he was the son of a god. If his sire wouldn't grant him power, he would earn it himself. He would rise to greatness on his own. He would be more than a demigod. He would be a god in his own right.
Carnage had told him to decimate, and he would.
"The prize I claim is power."
And he'd take it with Jack's life he had to. He would have his ghost sister hunt Jack down again and again and repeat his death over and over until he received what was due to him.<p class="decimate_quote">can the killer in me tame the fire in you?</p> <p class="decimate_quotetwo">I am sick of the chase but I'm hungry for blood</p> </div> </div> </center>
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Here was the powerful enemy. He would find a way to win this.
He would not be powerless.
The dusting of stars over his face glittered in the reflected moonlight as he was set down on his feet again. Jack crouched down and paused, a fire still in their eyes as Decimate stared back evenly. Waiting.
Jack's claw drew blood at Deci's cheek, and the boy narrowed his eyes and waited in a cautious quiet as the creature smeared his silver blood over his little brow. He frowned, his heartbeat gradually slowing. What would happen now? He was at Jack's mercy whether he liked it or not. And he didn't, of course. He'd rather be powerful like his father the Dark God, or even like his earth-born mother. Even she had more power than the son of a god.
<i>"In your death, I'd find no joy. After all, you're just a boy."</i>
Decimate's frown deepened, furrowing in confusion and listening intently. He glanced around so briefly as the spikes slid back into the ground, little piles of dirt the only evidence they had ever existed. Then his amber-green eyes lifted to Jack once more.
<i>"Catch your breath and dry your eyes. It's time for you to claim your prize."</i>
His dark indigo face brightened slightly, eyes widening. He'd won? He'd actually done it? He could claim his prize?
Decimate's expression morphed into a dark grin, sinister and thrilled as a hungry joy injected into his veins.
"Power."
The word was slid across to Jack with confidence, a read-em-and-weep royal flush just before Deci pulled the chips to his side of the table. He won, and he needed this. He needed power. He was nothing now, but he was the son of a god. If his sire wouldn't grant him power, he would earn it himself. He would rise to greatness on his own. He would be more than a demigod. He would be a god in his own right.
Carnage had told him to decimate, and he would.
"The prize I claim is power."
And he'd take it with Jack's life he had to. He would have his ghost sister hunt Jack down again and again and repeat his death over and over until he received what was due to him.<p class="decimate_quote">can the killer in me tame the fire in you?</p> <p class="decimate_quotetwo">I am sick of the chase but I'm hungry for blood</p> </div> </div> </center>