It billowed with rage as it flew through the air, misting and solidifying back and forth, quivering with fury. It remembered freedom. A distant dream while it had slept for millenia. Another life. And then the awakening. It was free then, too, hunting at will.
The sweet taste flowing into it, the singing screams of its prey, the vessel through which it fed. Ecstasy, as it forced the vessel to draw more and more of the sweet power, far beyond what it could handle. Pleasure beyond comprehension.
And now it was bound by a thing that should be its food. It had scented the potential. Chained to its will, it had tried to provoke and prod, tried to break the bond it had. It had been free for so long, had gained strength. Almost, it had succeeded.
But the other, the nothing, had stepped in. The fight had lasted an eternity, fiery red boring into blazing green. The bonds of the its prey had held it, the nothing defeating it.
Rage flew to its target.
It knew this world. The hunter always knew its hunting ground. The building was ahead. Rage salivated as it sensed prey. Soooo many.....Rage flamed, angry, knowing what was to come, hatred for the one holding its bonds, for the nothing that had forced it, filling it to the core.
They were lights mingling among the nothings, all of different brightness, calling to it, filling it with longing. So many....it could feed for eternity off the prey in this room. Just a taste, it longed for the taste, the feast, the bounty before it. Soooooo hunnnnngry. It quivered with it, with the need. But it could not. It was bound. It misted to red in agony, aching for just a taste. It knew where to go, what it had been commanded, words in the new tongue placed there by the bond-holder-food.
Fury swept into the room, the brightest of the lights drawing it, the one. Hunger nearly took over, but the bond still held. The brightest light was before it, the other weaker ones surrounding it. It continued misting and solidifying.
"Nikolai Brandon, so-called Ascendancy! Prepare yourself! Gird yourself like a man and stand before us. A quorum has been met. The Divine Council of Gods calls you to judgement! Hear now the words of the Council!
You were dispatched to subjugate this world. To make the way straight for our final coming! But you have tarried! You have scattered away your time on worthless things! You have ignored your duty!
WHERE IS OUR ARMY Nikolai Brandon, so-called Ascendancy?!?!
Hear now, the judgement of the Divine Council of the Gods!! You have been found wanting! You are ajudged guilty of dereliction of duty!
The Divine Council of Gods sentences you to death for your failure."
The hunger clawed at it as the words poured out, the scent of power pulling at it, the beast craving its prey. But finally it was done. The bond-holder had set the terms. Fury was unleashed, Rage flew forward toward it, seizing it and the power it held, drinking in more and more in ever greater gulps.
Ecstasy took over.
@"Valeriya"
The sweet taste flowing into it, the singing screams of its prey, the vessel through which it fed. Ecstasy, as it forced the vessel to draw more and more of the sweet power, far beyond what it could handle. Pleasure beyond comprehension.
And now it was bound by a thing that should be its food. It had scented the potential. Chained to its will, it had tried to provoke and prod, tried to break the bond it had. It had been free for so long, had gained strength. Almost, it had succeeded.
But the other, the nothing, had stepped in. The fight had lasted an eternity, fiery red boring into blazing green. The bonds of the its prey had held it, the nothing defeating it.
Rage flew to its target.
It knew this world. The hunter always knew its hunting ground. The building was ahead. Rage salivated as it sensed prey. Soooo many.....Rage flamed, angry, knowing what was to come, hatred for the one holding its bonds, for the nothing that had forced it, filling it to the core.
They were lights mingling among the nothings, all of different brightness, calling to it, filling it with longing. So many....it could feed for eternity off the prey in this room. Just a taste, it longed for the taste, the feast, the bounty before it. Soooooo hunnnnngry. It quivered with it, with the need. But it could not. It was bound. It misted to red in agony, aching for just a taste. It knew where to go, what it had been commanded, words in the new tongue placed there by the bond-holder-food.
Fury swept into the room, the brightest of the lights drawing it, the one. Hunger nearly took over, but the bond still held. The brightest light was before it, the other weaker ones surrounding it. It continued misting and solidifying.
"Nikolai Brandon, so-called Ascendancy! Prepare yourself! Gird yourself like a man and stand before us. A quorum has been met. The Divine Council of Gods calls you to judgement! Hear now the words of the Council!
You were dispatched to subjugate this world. To make the way straight for our final coming! But you have tarried! You have scattered away your time on worthless things! You have ignored your duty!
WHERE IS OUR ARMY Nikolai Brandon, so-called Ascendancy?!?!
Hear now, the judgement of the Divine Council of the Gods!! You have been found wanting! You are ajudged guilty of dereliction of duty!
The Divine Council of Gods sentences you to death for your failure."
The hunger clawed at it as the words poured out, the scent of power pulling at it, the beast craving its prey. But finally it was done. The bond-holder had set the terms. Fury was unleashed, Rage flew forward toward it, seizing it and the power it held, drinking in more and more in ever greater gulps.
Ecstasy took over.
@"Valeriya"