The grotesque showings file out without a flinch from their audience, the only reaction to be given being the slanting of eyes. From the sinister scene, the land beneath her feet eradicated from its destruction, earth crumbling to splinted shards. Yet without any ground to rest atop, her form stayed unchanged, transferring into a gentle hover atop the air. Dharkon’s voice boomed, shuddered the world and many beyond it. Against its force, nature threatened to die, animals suddenly daring to loosen their last breath because of it.
Rosalina stood still, condolences swimming throughout her eye. “Then you, too, have my pity. I would not wish an existence such as yours upon even the worst people our universe has to offer. Living blindly for nothing but tyranny… No, ‘living’ is not the best word suited for that sentence, most certainly not. A ghastly sight that peers into the darkness we all hold, yet you cannot see what the world has to offer outside of strength displays and crushing command.”
Her head shakes, hands settling behind her back.
“Dharkon the wretched will struggle in and out to achieve a false view, an apparition’s fantasy, until the end of time itself. That is the future I foresee.”
YOU ARE BOLD TO CHANT
SUCH PETTY LITTLE THINGS,
INSOLENT GODDESS.
A disgusting crack fills the air as Dharkon’s tendrils slowly draw back from the earth. It is covered in dirt, grime, some blood, and mud. A hideous sloth of mixed materials that drops to the earth like a tar-y sludge, tainting it and coloring it a pitch black. It spreads like a disease, consuming everything it touches.. The eye of the embodiment of darkness narrows, and it draws closer and closer to Rosalina. It truly felt that, at any given point, he would strike out and penetrate her heart with a spike to turn her into a powerful agent. Yet- he doesn’t. It’s clear that he doesn’t do this solely for domination. He’s sadistic, awful in every sense of the way. He likes playing with his meals before he eats them - and it showcases in just how much predatory glee he radiates when he comes closer.
YOUR FANTASY SHINES
LIKE A BULB OF LIGHT, SURROUNDED IN DARK.
A BEACON OF HOPE TO HOLD ONTO,
YET LIKE THE SUN ITSELF,
IT WILL DIE,
AND THERE WILL BE NOTHING
BUT THE DARKNESS AROUND US
TO COMFORT YOU.
