05-14-2014, 11:18 AM
Spectra’s reaction was once again a surprise. Her demeanour shifted as easily as one of the more unstable inmates he had been forced to endure.
Her tale, although recited with clinical detachment, moved him to pity. He had no room in his heart for her parents, they were no better than those that had murdered them, but to make a child pay for their crimes?
A product of the world, moulded into the ice sculpture she was today. That Damien was something Damien knew all too well. He watched, not without pleasure, as Spectra made her way towards him on her knees. To beg forgiveness, it would seem, and offer more.
He stared into her beautiful green eyes for an age, bathing in the Light of power so he could enjoy every sense buzz like static at the intimacy of the moment. Damien threaded a rope of Light around the woman and gently raised her to his lap, their eyes now level. “They condemned me to death for a power,”
the lights crackled and dimmed as he wove threads through the circuits without thought, “they did not understand, a power I could not control.”
The memory no longer pained him. He had been awakened that day. He had repaid his debt of ignorance in full. “But no longer,”
his words lingered as he released the threads of Light and planted a gentle, tantalising kiss on Spectra’s lips, alive with a different kind of power.
Her tale, although recited with clinical detachment, moved him to pity. He had no room in his heart for her parents, they were no better than those that had murdered them, but to make a child pay for their crimes?
A product of the world, moulded into the ice sculpture she was today. That Damien was something Damien knew all too well. He watched, not without pleasure, as Spectra made her way towards him on her knees. To beg forgiveness, it would seem, and offer more.
He stared into her beautiful green eyes for an age, bathing in the Light of power so he could enjoy every sense buzz like static at the intimacy of the moment. Damien threaded a rope of Light around the woman and gently raised her to his lap, their eyes now level. “They condemned me to death for a power,”
the lights crackled and dimmed as he wove threads through the circuits without thought, “they did not understand, a power I could not control.”
The memory no longer pained him. He had been awakened that day. He had repaid his debt of ignorance in full. “But no longer,”
his words lingered as he released the threads of Light and planted a gentle, tantalising kiss on Spectra’s lips, alive with a different kind of power.