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[kiingcometh-blog]

WE will go down in flames – fire cleanses, and so comes our catharsis.

and here we are,laid out in the aftermath of our destruction,with our bodies burnt to ash and dust.and there was nothing left in the worldexcept us.

The MEMORIES filled him with a warmth only to be followed with a certain type of rage that had burrowed deep into his core, a rage he was never sure that would be rid from his form– in this broken being of smoke and flesh and SUTURES with wrangled bits of humanity floating around (If we could call his flaws human, if we could consider there was anything human left in him at all). But it was nothing compared to the building breaking around them torn apart by the hunger of the flames as the walls and ceilings broke down around them.This was the very man that he had sworn to end, laying there next to him with the grim acceptance that this was the end. The end of the fighting and the running and the heart aching every night before he went to sleep. The end of losing EVERYTHING at every turn and the end of his duty as a soldier.Morrison had Reyes. Pinned underneath him and beaten until the familiar face was engulfed with black smoke that absorbed the light of the fire around them– the smoke consumed it. Leaving nothing but a stunned silence between the two and a toothy grin with sharpened teeth.

He was the monster and Morrison would be the brave knight who would DIE slaying him.In stories they would call him the light eater, who went down like Icarus. Too close to the sun, too close to Jack.Jack burned with intensity, the warmness of the sunshine now beating down on Gabriel. GRUELING between the flames and his gaze.

His voice was raspy, tendrils of smoke eliciting from his mouth and travelling close to Morrison’s face, tugging lightly at the visor he wore, “This.... is all that’s left.”

[kiingcometh-blog]

Opportunity

He hunted. Scanning the area for prey in the way that only a predator would do-- relying on instinct more than he did with anything else. A well executed plan could get you there half way, but the rest was stronger and required the swift finish that only being so much in the presence and relying on raw emotion could provide you. But this time there wasn’t a plan. Merely a HUNCH that had him tracking the footsteps of a man who’s managed to elude authorities in a myriad of countries. If there was anything Reaper was ready to do, it was to either recruit him  or kill him. And there was something telling him, a feeling resonating from deep within his bones that the latter option was the more viable one of the two. End him before he became an issue when their agendas would inevitably intertwine and they found themselves facing off. There was an upper hand to be had and Reyes would be the one to have it. He stood in the dark, undetected. Shadow stepping closer to other. Their muscles tensed at the same time, and Gabriel’s voice grated. Echoing in a way that was special and sank to your core and reverberated in your skull.  “We need to talk.”

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