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Despite the General’s command, the twins denied the demand of departure – and here, here in the reaches of the dungeon, of the cavern, where only Orsino had the true translations, the unholy little monster grasped his opportunity. He’d always been wily, cunning, a blend of the ferocious and the feral, too ensconced and enshrouded in immoral platitudes to understand the nature of virtues, promises; he balanced on the lines of iniquity, craving the relish, the circumstances, the schemes to ensnare Erebos further down the road to ruin – to be anointed and consecrated with power, with oblivion, with treachery and deceit. Boundaries were not his strong suit – that was where the General had always relented, rebuffed, or rejected his perilous insights (to destroy whomever they came across, to obliterate the other soulless infidels, to massacre those daring to maim their flesh). But he can sense, he can see, he can feel that Erebos is too far gone now: there were too many moments bludgeoning his sentiments, his ruminations, driving him down the pebbled, marshy path of condemnation, and the kitsune couldn’t let it go, couldn’t see past the instance dropped there, the hypocrisy looming between the others’ tongues. He simply didn’t care.
Instead, the fox smirked, and granted only a segment of their rendition by his choice, pinpointing his soulless gaze on the others as he recounted the revised edition. They refuse.
Just as he predicted, the boy flared to life. The General, with his gallant, intrepid wares, with his valorous convictions, became more than an incensed, embroiled heathen, moving slowly, narrowed eyes riveted on the electric kitsune, incapable of understanding her shouts, her sneers, and only comprehending the dissent, the sedition, to his potency. Perhaps power, perhaps danger, perhaps damage and destruction could persuade her to leaving, to flee from her mutinous efforts; otherwise, he’d be an ominous pledge, a foreshadowed conclusion, a son of the Reaper, a master of movements, of actions, responding to his own description of vengeance. It tantalized, it enticed, it unraveled through his frame, slow, methodical steps, granting her just enough time to escape if she yearned to alter her plan – because all his frustrations, all his inabilities, all his god damned flaws and ineffectual movements were going to be a thing of the past, a sliding, forgotten piece of oblivion, surging along the crisp memories of days where he could only smile, only laugh, only be cast aside by the Gods, by the heavens, left alone, deserted, abandoned, and forsaken. He wouldn’t let the griffin be one more cast into the slaughter.
The rush of his magic came through his chest first, ethereal and nefarious, lingering along the pathways of his splintered heart, coming to rest with an eerie grin, before wandering within his spine, curling and coiling along his mind, a whisper, a ferocity, a rapture, a reverie. He could almost hear Orsino’s cackling, the snicker, the smirks, the barbarity of everything stored within him: and he unleashed it with a slender noose, with an avaricious control, lending it across the floor, along the rubble, through the wicked fires in a vindictive spiral of silence. It threaded and climbed, cajoled and tethered; intending to notch well within the chosen victim, the little electric girl with her brazen hunting skills, condemning with its perilous wake. He only asked for it to deliver pain, anguish, and misery, for it to slide through her spine and down the length of her limbs, for every ounce of his suffering to be unleashed along her frame, to ruin her, to oblige her terror and tyranny for a potent taste of the same, for one singular moment where he showed someone what revenge truly was, and that he could be the one to harbor and harpoon it all.
Do you yield? Orsino cast into the hollowed void, growling it amongst the gathered, as Erebos continued to unleash the molten wrath, the abhorrent hues, the soulless depravity welled and walled within his once courageous stature.
[Erebos attempts to use his corruption magic to inflict enormous amounts of pain on the electric kitsune.]
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