Deimos had underestimated the simplicity of the mare’s mind, for it became readily apparent she was even more foolish than first encountered. What little brain matter remained within her ears had clearly been churned into something else altogether – her eyes were too vacuous, too innocent, and too feeble to recall her perilous experience with his vicious, pernicious enchantments. In his twisted, detached heart, he wondered what would happen if she were to feel the occurrence again, if he ignited the fuse of his heathen necromancy, allowed it to flood the terrain, collapse the inhabitants of the world against the tumultuous, meticulous derivations of his atrocious apathy. She’d fear him then all over again, scream, shriek, be mired and beguiled by the temptation of his callous inhumanity, immorality, unholy denizen where the devil clawed and whispered in his blood, in his veins, in his undulating keen of scrupulous muscles. He could render her like the trembling wake of Svetlana, no longer chasing storms but calling out for the breeze to end her misery – the measure itself was enticing, malicious and menacing, embarking on terror he could enfold and embroil twice. Yet, instead, he remained the same brooding force, awakening dread and horror through his intimidating stance, through his enigmatic grace, from the wafting, decrepit reign of his mage prowess. Another day, another time, another place, he could pluck the strings of her morality again, destroy the effortless chase of delicacy and ruin the slate of her smile. When she whispered, he listened, the stoic enterprise of statues and blackguards, and when she queried he almost laughed - the situation was so ludicrous, inane, vapid. How do I know you? He’d nearly murdered her, and she couldn’t contain that snippet of memory; how many others had almost performed the same act? Did she always believe she could waltz into disaster and still come out intact? Where did the dimness end? Features still encased in stone, he parted his lips to answer her question, and nothing more. “You trespassed.” Simple, caustic, he kept his cruel gaze upon her, and thought to annihilate her again.
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