The visualization of not only Ruron, but her master’s gem, lashed out across her mind’s temperament, catching the brunt of her anger with a harsh, nearly bestial growl of displeasure as the treacherous prodigy evaporated from the shadowy skirmish. The irony was not lost upon the ancient cleric, for everything the wunderkind was brilliant at, in every execution and performance, teamwork was where the boy historically stood at a standstill and refused to participate. Partially because no one could easily mimic and match his precocious, flawless tendencies. His now directed slander to the gnome’s ignorance portrayed an overall cruelty Wick never had witnessed, demonstrating how nefarious and astute his demons were.
Why would he use them, and to what beneficial desire, just to throw them away just as carelessly without a flicker or shadow of remorseful reflection?
Abruptly, slaughter came forward and almost overtook Cesar and then Wick by the hands of the verdant, angered admiral. The warlock’s brows quaked, in attempts to restrain and redirect the Green Man’s fury against their common foe.
“Defilers?” An offering of peace slithered from her lips in a candied bite, as the dark tendrils hugged her armor, tighter, without abandon. “We are not your enemies.”
She gestured to the obsidian threads of dusk and damnation, now surrounding them.
Why would he use them, and to what beneficial desire, just to throw them away just as carelessly without a flicker or shadow of remorseful reflection?
Abruptly, slaughter came forward and almost overtook Cesar and then Wick by the hands of the verdant, angered admiral. The warlock’s brows quaked, in attempts to restrain and redirect the Green Man’s fury against their common foe.
“Defilers?” An offering of peace slithered from her lips in a candied bite, as the dark tendrils hugged her armor, tighter, without abandon. “We are not your enemies.”
She gestured to the obsidian threads of dusk and damnation, now surrounding them.
“They are!”