moments cascade in a sheen of frosty chaos and turbulent whipping winds. in half a blink together they become the blackened centerpiece set against the heart of winter, a deceptively sweet kiss that brushes in frost bitten touch against his cheeks and it’s all too fucking fitting. a tomb worthy of none other than himself, that useless body, weaker and so easily bent to her shitty whims. loose raven strands a sharp contrast to the braided tail of his mirror whip cruelly around him with arms only spread wide enough to rival the maniacal grin set against the pale of his face something crooked.
wiped out of existence in an instant! those priests really were useless. why take orders from them anyway?! empty and expendable as their false games, their words whispered in glazed truths that only turned to the most wicked little lies. the younger magi poised before him like a perfect puppet all strung up for the hag’s entertainment proof enough of that. shit, he’s laughing again! even as the remainder of his frigid assault is assimilated into the younger judar’s own and returned to him in cruel kind. amusement flickers in his maddened gaze when he remembers every sense of his defensive capabilities had been swallowed by he flow, the penance for being trapped for some however many long years as spears hurl towards him wildly.
oops. no borg! he doesn’t need it. form bends forward as the younger breaches all sense of personal space and he closes any last of what may have been left, crimson gaze narrowing down across the younger’s jawline, words a lowly and taunting whisper just before he flits teasingly out of reach. as if he’s pushed and pulled to the symphony of some obscene dance their very own his gaze never leaves that mirror image even as frigid spears rise and he welcomes the assault that sends him plummeting into whatever remains were left of that village he put under just before that stupid priest and the other judar arrived. power yet flows from his form like the juice of a forbidden fruit, rukh flocking to him despite being pinned against rock, the fluttering shapes scattering like ashes.
breath stills, draws cold and blood spells in full bloom at the corners of his lips. it’s been a hell of a long time since he’s felt this kind of pain! so exhilarating! all but one of those shards missed their claim, protruding from his hip like a crooked javelin as the magi pants heatedly through that sudden strain. exquisite! it’s almost all numbing like throwing some unwitting fool into the sheer depths of pure depravity, this feeling that begins as only a faint quiver of tightness in his chest that blazes its trail into a maddening inferno in the pit of his stomach.
ah, laughter is hissed as his world begins to tilt dangerously and his head falls back. shit.. yeah, maybe it’s about time he got serious after all. cant let his lesser self think he’s won just yet eh? shoulders twitch in the makings of a shrug and damn if he isn’t somewhat satisfied. fun! this is fun!
❝ yeah, yeah! that’s good! you’re really not too bad y’know? i guess i can acknowledge you~. so hey, c’mere and let me show you a cool trick! ❞
Judar’s smile slowly disappeared, the laughter turned to silence as he was left alone in the heavens like a single black star. The excitement had suddenly vanished. The fervor of the channelened magoi, the insatiable lust for more and more, all was frustrated, leaving a painful void in his stomach instead.
He stared at the mess of ice and debris, the cold fog rolling around the other magi in the ground below.
“Why.”, Why hadn’t he used the borg to deflect his attack? Why had his playmate succumbed so easily? Why was his fun over?
A glossy form of anger covered his eyes, both hands clenched into fists, knuckles pale before the helplessness brought by his illusion shattered.
“You promised!” He barked, furiously glaring at the empty sky above him. There, more of the black and white robes billowed in the wind, translucent like ghosts. Only the trail of rukh surrounded them was real proof of their existence. They were watching, all of them were, even far in the imperial chambers of Kou, the scene was directly transmitted. Nothing more than long-range clairvoyance.
The only answer he got was the shadow of a priest silently pointing downwards, followed by the invitation of the other Judar.
“Oh, he’s still alive.” lips pressed into a quiet line, strangely relieved. Perhaps the game wasn’t over yet. She had promised the surprise, and surely it was. She had promised he’d adore it, and surely, he kinda did. She had promised it’d entertain him forever, and maybe...that was true?
“A cool trick, huh?” The black magi naively allowed himself to descend, bare feet inches above the crystallized ground.
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