MageBlade
11-20-07, 08:01 PM
((Solo))
Cold, vacant and lifeless were the eyes of the slain human at Rewiun's feet, a stab wound in his gut. Crumpled like a pile of rags, the dead man's open eyes stared straight into the piercing white eyes of the fall demigod, who glared right back. Not even in death can one stare the malice out of Rewiun Zezzt'Sepria. Trinfalmesca was already in it's home in the negative space, the fallen elf's hands at his sides.
"Foolish mortal."
Rewiun lifted up his booted foot and kicked the dead man's face, forcing him to look in a different direction. Then he looked up at the brisk and cloudless night sky, bundles of white stars twinkling at him. To a normal person it might've been beautiful, but to one such as Rewiun, it was simply the calling for bandits and fiends. The weather was usually moderate this time of year, which made for warm and sunny days to cool and breezy nights. Of course in the past, up in his little pocket realm that he created, the weather did not change and as thus he wasn't really used to the wind, blowing in small gusts through the dark alley and ruffling his long hair.
He thought about what he could do in his new realm, Althanas. Exiled from the heavens to live a mortal life, non-aging, his godly powers stripped from his soul. Though somehow, deep down inside him, he felt some of that forsaken power crackling within him, allowing him to still do some extraordinary things. Perhaps as time passed, that power would make it's way back out so he could reclaim it. Until then, he could only wait.
But the anger that raged within him was insatiable. He had served the great Raiaeran gods, bowed to them and pledged allegiance, compliance. But no, they cast him away at the tip of a hat, and left him to fend for himself among the very ones whom he was destined to rule over as a god in the millenniums to come. Now only one thought was left in his mind, his halo black mind and ice cold heart only ached to pursue one goal: Death to those who cast him down, and death to those who would dare stand in his way.
Defiance.
Cold, vacant and lifeless were the eyes of the slain human at Rewiun's feet, a stab wound in his gut. Crumpled like a pile of rags, the dead man's open eyes stared straight into the piercing white eyes of the fall demigod, who glared right back. Not even in death can one stare the malice out of Rewiun Zezzt'Sepria. Trinfalmesca was already in it's home in the negative space, the fallen elf's hands at his sides.
"Foolish mortal."
Rewiun lifted up his booted foot and kicked the dead man's face, forcing him to look in a different direction. Then he looked up at the brisk and cloudless night sky, bundles of white stars twinkling at him. To a normal person it might've been beautiful, but to one such as Rewiun, it was simply the calling for bandits and fiends. The weather was usually moderate this time of year, which made for warm and sunny days to cool and breezy nights. Of course in the past, up in his little pocket realm that he created, the weather did not change and as thus he wasn't really used to the wind, blowing in small gusts through the dark alley and ruffling his long hair.
He thought about what he could do in his new realm, Althanas. Exiled from the heavens to live a mortal life, non-aging, his godly powers stripped from his soul. Though somehow, deep down inside him, he felt some of that forsaken power crackling within him, allowing him to still do some extraordinary things. Perhaps as time passed, that power would make it's way back out so he could reclaim it. Until then, he could only wait.
But the anger that raged within him was insatiable. He had served the great Raiaeran gods, bowed to them and pledged allegiance, compliance. But no, they cast him away at the tip of a hat, and left him to fend for himself among the very ones whom he was destined to rule over as a god in the millenniums to come. Now only one thought was left in his mind, his halo black mind and ice cold heart only ached to pursue one goal: Death to those who cast him down, and death to those who would dare stand in his way.
Defiance.