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ProphecyAs unbroken as ancient shining majesty,
listless Wakers wait sans all known sympathy...
Softness, as warm as the sun
turns lightning to diamonds
and heartache to love.
left all but unsaid-
As left thus by thee-
could end us with no will to fly!
Break down lost hope
and forge now.
Hold close pathos and forget not empathy-
lest awakened from pleasant world-born dreams you'll be.
Greatness and victory await even those-
Fail not the will of life, or that of repose!
-+EXCERPT+- A Decisive Battle.
Mattarias roared, wrath unrestrained. Calling forth his sun-forged blade, he knew the man standing before him no longer his brother, but an enemy. Destroy.
Molten rage singed his veins and broke the bonds of earth as he took a mighty leap unto the heavens. The air shimmered and distorted his image as he placed both hands upon the sacred hilt, the Crest of Fire emblazoned upon his right hand shining fiercely. He swung, parting the air, bearing down with the full force of his anger and sorrow.
Vega De'ravera narrowed his silvered eyes at the encroaching inferno. There was no turning back. With his left hand he reached out to block the blood-blind assault. It would be a simple enough battle, their very natures neutralizing the need to circumvent the opponent's Aura. Of course, inciting a Mattarian into blood-rage was never without consequence...
A Baffled King's CompositionMortality is screaming.
I feel its dreadful howls resonating in my veins.
Each drop of blood calling, dying to claw out into the feeble world...
It's been a thousand years since Lethe whitewashed the reeling masses.
Pathetic creatures, can't even remember how to die...
It's a wonder they still know our stories.
Diluted as they are...
The withdrawal of Thanatos and the Curse of Immortality has rendered them remorseless, both bereft and full of fear.
Violence and thievery run rampant in the city streets,
Where the depraved and the mad pluck at society's strings, like vultures 'pon bones.
Bodies are left to writhe in the streets, their jaded eyes agape and pleading for even the slimmest glimmer of respite.
Broken hands reach out to the ankles of passerby and fall limp, like so much tissue paper in the wake of a disease.
And it is us, their Gods, who are to clean up after them.
Like saviors they regard us, only in their last moments-
Distant reapers from a distant world.
Their only means o
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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