ItsBryton
Lord of Altera
The darkness seemed to spread outwards from the sun as the voices intensified... They said many things to Damien, things that would ever leave him...
As his vision began to blur the clouds began to rain blood, and the empty screams of agony of all those he had murdered finally met up with him...
All of a sudden a single lightning strike crashed to the ground, and with the strike also landed a hooded figure and a face he knew all to well...
"Always good to see you son" his father mocked at him...
As he approached Damien, he knew he was about to experience something distasteful.
His father grabbed him around the neck and raised him up into the air as Damien simply dangled too weak to struggle... "why are you here" Damien choked out of his mouth, was then that the hooded figure finally spoke up, but Damien could not hear what was said, But his father dropped him to the ground, "I apologise my god" he said rather frightened like...
My god?? Damien thought to himself, "yes your god my dear boy" his father contiued to mock him... His anger grew with every word that left his father's mouth, But he then realised that his father had read his mind... "A little something i picked up on my travels" his father mocked but in a sudden he fell to his knees and clutched at his head screaming in pain... In a sudden Damien felt like he had fed on the blood of a thousand innocent... "this is a mere taste" the whispers said to him as the hodded figure stared at him..
Damien allowed what was the blade his father had tortured so many with to slide from its sheathe and rest on his father's shoulder...
" How i have looked forward to this day... My dear father"
Damien finally felt at peace as his father's head laid to his side but not until the whispers once again began..
Damien heard them all clear now as it spoke of Skraag and Kilrox and the power that he could have bestowed upon him... But Damien simply laughed, "I need no power from you... you maniacs"
With that Damien gave the hodded figure a final glare and ran back home... hoping all was well as it was when he had left.
As his vision began to blur the clouds began to rain blood, and the empty screams of agony of all those he had murdered finally met up with him...
All of a sudden a single lightning strike crashed to the ground, and with the strike also landed a hooded figure and a face he knew all to well...
"Always good to see you son" his father mocked at him...
As he approached Damien, he knew he was about to experience something distasteful.
His father grabbed him around the neck and raised him up into the air as Damien simply dangled too weak to struggle... "why are you here" Damien choked out of his mouth, was then that the hooded figure finally spoke up, but Damien could not hear what was said, But his father dropped him to the ground, "I apologise my god" he said rather frightened like...
My god?? Damien thought to himself, "yes your god my dear boy" his father contiued to mock him... His anger grew with every word that left his father's mouth, But he then realised that his father had read his mind... "A little something i picked up on my travels" his father mocked but in a sudden he fell to his knees and clutched at his head screaming in pain... In a sudden Damien felt like he had fed on the blood of a thousand innocent... "this is a mere taste" the whispers said to him as the hodded figure stared at him..
Damien allowed what was the blade his father had tortured so many with to slide from its sheathe and rest on his father's shoulder...
" How i have looked forward to this day... My dear father"
Damien finally felt at peace as his father's head laid to his side but not until the whispers once again began..
Damien heard them all clear now as it spoke of Skraag and Kilrox and the power that he could have bestowed upon him... But Damien simply laughed, "I need no power from you... you maniacs"
With that Damien gave the hodded figure a final glare and ran back home... hoping all was well as it was when he had left.