Post by Secondary Characters on Oct 24, 2010 19:34:19 GMT -5
" ...How do you feel?"
The question echoed in the chamber a moment, hanging on the air between the four fiends, their creator, and the man from whom they were forged. The air grew thicker... heavier... Something in Garland was changed forever. This fact was already becoming evident in his face, where the eyes now glew with malicious intent, and his features were growing contorted from twisted evil...
Bending down, he picked up his helm and slipped it back on, hiding the monster within as he looked to the new Witch of Time... his hand reaching up to caress her cheek lightly. "Never better..." he whispered, then held her close.
Something had indeed changed within him. In the siphoning of powers, he had returned something to Jenova without her knowing. A leash was forever broken on this horror... one that kept him under Jenova's servitude. He had sent with his humanity the cell she had bestowed on him, and through her into the fiends. By mixing her with him, he made them HIS pawns, not hers. He could feel his mind freed of her influence, but strangely... there was something else of hers that he felt he still possessed... now only to find out if it were true...
"My love..." he said to her, hoping to guage her reactions. "I am more than I was... thanks to you..." he whispered, a steam hissing through the grating of his mouthpiece to indicate a power that was growing. He was the inferno, he was the flood, he was the death and he was the shattering of dreams. He was the Fiends embodied as one being... and as he looked onto them, they would react in turn, knowing who truly controlled them.
Looking once more to her, he nodded slightly. "Quite the children you and I have produced, beloved..." he spoke, voice deeper and more powerful. "It will take time for them to steal away the power you've described, however... but I can wait... With you at my side... I have all the TIME in the world..."
The question echoed in the chamber a moment, hanging on the air between the four fiends, their creator, and the man from whom they were forged. The air grew thicker... heavier... Something in Garland was changed forever. This fact was already becoming evident in his face, where the eyes now glew with malicious intent, and his features were growing contorted from twisted evil...
Bending down, he picked up his helm and slipped it back on, hiding the monster within as he looked to the new Witch of Time... his hand reaching up to caress her cheek lightly. "Never better..." he whispered, then held her close.
Something had indeed changed within him. In the siphoning of powers, he had returned something to Jenova without her knowing. A leash was forever broken on this horror... one that kept him under Jenova's servitude. He had sent with his humanity the cell she had bestowed on him, and through her into the fiends. By mixing her with him, he made them HIS pawns, not hers. He could feel his mind freed of her influence, but strangely... there was something else of hers that he felt he still possessed... now only to find out if it were true...
"My love..." he said to her, hoping to guage her reactions. "I am more than I was... thanks to you..." he whispered, a steam hissing through the grating of his mouthpiece to indicate a power that was growing. He was the inferno, he was the flood, he was the death and he was the shattering of dreams. He was the Fiends embodied as one being... and as he looked onto them, they would react in turn, knowing who truly controlled them.
Looking once more to her, he nodded slightly. "Quite the children you and I have produced, beloved..." he spoke, voice deeper and more powerful. "It will take time for them to steal away the power you've described, however... but I can wait... With you at my side... I have all the TIME in the world..."
