03-07-2023, 08:49 PM
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[sup]© tikki[/sup]WHERE'S THE PRIDE WHEN WE NEEDED IT?
The chains were not a new feeling, neither was the hot ash and smoke that choked his lungs. While the others who had been captured (Oh, Saturn, his beloved) were struggling, he seemed to be the only one calm. At least, on the outside. His face was slack and his body was as well, head low as he sat. Even the jeering and loud voices of the Descendants did nothing to him. But inside? Oh, inside was an inferno.
He'd been on the receiving end of sacrifices before. Bodies given to him for blessings of victory, his name carved on the lifeless bags of flesh. But he had never been on the sacrificing end. Or being the sacrifice. It almost gave him a new perspective. But he could see the desperation, the depravity in these sacrifices, and spat in the faces of the fuckers who dared to get too close. Mortals and their little games.
He'd been on the receiving end of sacrifices before. Bodies given to him for blessings of victory, his name carved on the lifeless bags of flesh. But he had never been on the sacrificing end. Or being the sacrifice. It almost gave him a new perspective. But he could see the desperation, the depravity in these sacrifices, and spat in the faces of the fuckers who dared to get too close. Mortals and their little games.
BYRIATH-COALITION-FALLEN GOD OF VIOLENCE, CRUELTY, AND MALICE