11-28-2014, 01:41 PM
His beautiful, deadly light snapped back at him like the gods flicked burning rubber bands. Dane yelled and curled his face to his chest, the cold marble smooth as ice beneath his cheeks. His eyes clamped shut, arms thrown behind his head. He couldn't make himself small enough.
Dane's raged drained away while the building fear huddled him small and nonthreatening. The fire-rings quenched upon themselves, no longer fed by his glorious power. Replaced by Damien's fiends, gun-barrels aimed once more.
He was trembling when he peeked up only to see the gods looming overhead. Damien was a billow of smoke, a demon spit from some furious volcano. Dane's cheeks was streaked with tears, his sleek hair disheveled from huddling. His eyes, rimmed with beads of sweat, were narrowed upon the point of a burning spear inches from his throat.
His chin quivered, but his hatred of Damien was fully unveiled. He knew this was Damien's retaliation, but for what, Dane didn't know. All he sensed was the radiance of nearby power choking Dane of all his other senses. "No more games,"
Dane affirmed and carefully tried to stand, otherwise effectively cowed into obedience. But a quick glance at the witnesses sharpened his gaze like the promising bite of a shark. The day he was fully beaten was the day he died.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Nov 28 2014, 01:43 PM.
Dane's raged drained away while the building fear huddled him small and nonthreatening. The fire-rings quenched upon themselves, no longer fed by his glorious power. Replaced by Damien's fiends, gun-barrels aimed once more.
He was trembling when he peeked up only to see the gods looming overhead. Damien was a billow of smoke, a demon spit from some furious volcano. Dane's cheeks was streaked with tears, his sleek hair disheveled from huddling. His eyes, rimmed with beads of sweat, were narrowed upon the point of a burning spear inches from his throat.
His chin quivered, but his hatred of Damien was fully unveiled. He knew this was Damien's retaliation, but for what, Dane didn't know. All he sensed was the radiance of nearby power choking Dane of all his other senses. "No more games,"
Dane affirmed and carefully tried to stand, otherwise effectively cowed into obedience. But a quick glance at the witnesses sharpened his gaze like the promising bite of a shark. The day he was fully beaten was the day he died.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Nov 28 2014, 01:43 PM.