09-02-2016, 01:47 PM
The Ijiraq's solid form seemed to explode and the silver black mist....quivered violently. Where the eyes had been glowed an angry dark red and he could almost feel its heat. The creature appeared to be trying to move, hanging there floating. It reared back and surged at him and stopped as if it had hit glass, mist billowing about in waves. The top of it twisted and an there below the "eyes", and opening into pitch blackness.
And a loud keening sound came out, so high it could almost not be heard, so low it tore through him so he could feel it, the terrible whine of saw on bone, of torment and pain. Of rage and anger and hatred. It filled his mind as the creature reared back and struck again, harder, only to hit that invisible wall.
Armande smiled triumphantly, his own eyes a blue furnace. He was The Regus of the Atharim, Vicar of Iscariot. Protector of humanity. This creature was his to command.
One final time, his voice loud and sonorous over the sounds that assaulted his ears and brain.
'I-dhēs ēchṛih<sub>e</sub>sye EGOH<sub>A</sub> tis-judh<sub>a</sub>j-mi!!!
Devour Hades, I COMMAND you!!!
One more violent shake, angry cloud billowing violently, and the Ijiraq fled down the tunnel, trail of mist behind as it sped to its target.
Armande watched it go and then fixed Aria and Barovsky with a stare. The girl had her sword out and Barovsky hadn't stopped her. He studied them with quiet confident eyes, triumphant and proud. Barovsky more than the girl, taking the measure of the man.
And he concluded he still trusted this man to be his right hand. He put the tablet in his pack and took out the micro drones and controller, as well as the ampules, made sure they were loaded up, and sent them speeding down the tunnels after the mist. They would follow at a distance and clear the way with the drones.
"Let's go," he said simply.
Edited by Regus, Sep 2 2016, 04:12 PM.
And a loud keening sound came out, so high it could almost not be heard, so low it tore through him so he could feel it, the terrible whine of saw on bone, of torment and pain. Of rage and anger and hatred. It filled his mind as the creature reared back and struck again, harder, only to hit that invisible wall.
Armande smiled triumphantly, his own eyes a blue furnace. He was The Regus of the Atharim, Vicar of Iscariot. Protector of humanity. This creature was his to command.
One final time, his voice loud and sonorous over the sounds that assaulted his ears and brain.
'I-dhēs ēchṛih<sub>e</sub>sye EGOH<sub>A</sub> tis-judh<sub>a</sub>j-mi!!!
Devour Hades, I COMMAND you!!!
One more violent shake, angry cloud billowing violently, and the Ijiraq fled down the tunnel, trail of mist behind as it sped to its target.
Armande watched it go and then fixed Aria and Barovsky with a stare. The girl had her sword out and Barovsky hadn't stopped her. He studied them with quiet confident eyes, triumphant and proud. Barovsky more than the girl, taking the measure of the man.
And he concluded he still trusted this man to be his right hand. He put the tablet in his pack and took out the micro drones and controller, as well as the ampules, made sure they were loaded up, and sent them speeding down the tunnels after the mist. They would follow at a distance and clear the way with the drones.
"Let's go," he said simply.
Edited by Regus, Sep 2 2016, 04:12 PM.