08-31-2018, 09:21 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-31-2018, 09:45 PM by Marcus DuBois.)
The venom in her eyes followed Ascendancy as he weakly shuffled out of the room. Malik could imagine her slithering after him, a red viper zigzagging across pools of blood, broken glass tinkling around her body, over fallen tables and chairs and plates and purses, faster and faster until she sank her fangs into his calf, pumping unit after unit of searing poison into his body until his blood thickened and his heart exploded, black liquid filling his chest and spilling out of his mouth and eyes.
He couldn't help the smile that came to his face. One day it would happen, for him. Caedus dead at his feet, the Argus band snugly around Malik's head.
And from there it was a short distance to a laugh at Oriena's words. Her venom fell off of him like water droplets on oiled feathers, puddling to the floor.
As if her words and opinion mattered a whit to him. It was a sad attempt, frankly, given the virtiol and hatred that had been poured down his throat his entire youth. Her fangs would break on his skin, finding no purchase or soft place to sink into.
But he was willing to admit the hatred he saw in her eyes was unequaled by anyone save himself. That alone made her interesting, to an extent, drenched in blood as she was.
Still chuckling, his voice dropped low, ignoring the Representative. "Ahh, my dear. A pity we cannot speak further. I would take notes on verbal warfare Perhaps we shall meet again at the Almaz. I would rather enjoy it."
And they would, or they wouldn't. I didn't matter. She wasn't really important, not now that the danger had past. And he wasn't her plaything. Spectra had tried that too, to little success. He enjoyed games, of course. And making connections to those who were useful to him. But usefulness needed to be demonstrated.
He couldn't help the smile that came to his face. One day it would happen, for him. Caedus dead at his feet, the Argus band snugly around Malik's head.
And from there it was a short distance to a laugh at Oriena's words. Her venom fell off of him like water droplets on oiled feathers, puddling to the floor.
As if her words and opinion mattered a whit to him. It was a sad attempt, frankly, given the virtiol and hatred that had been poured down his throat his entire youth. Her fangs would break on his skin, finding no purchase or soft place to sink into.
But he was willing to admit the hatred he saw in her eyes was unequaled by anyone save himself. That alone made her interesting, to an extent, drenched in blood as she was.
Still chuckling, his voice dropped low, ignoring the Representative. "Ahh, my dear. A pity we cannot speak further. I would take notes on verbal warfare Perhaps we shall meet again at the Almaz. I would rather enjoy it."
And they would, or they wouldn't. I didn't matter. She wasn't really important, not now that the danger had past. And he wasn't her plaything. Spectra had tried that too, to little success. He enjoyed games, of course. And making connections to those who were useful to him. But usefulness needed to be demonstrated.