@numquamscires
“I have given you, but one purpose and one alone,” drawled the chaotic deity.
Hand outstretched, her plunged it within the clay doll’s chest, using his power to alter his existence, ripping out the still beating ‘heart’ of this corpse made breathing and holding it in his hand. He left no marks, but the dark orb should not be taken out so easily. It pulsed dark energy in his grasp and Diazacul regarded the object evenly, passing it from one hand to the other as if it were but a mere bauble being juggled before settling in one open palm.
He made his Wrath, his newest Scion watch as she began to squeeze it -- the very source of the life he lived now.
“To destroy that nuisance of a girl.”
With disgust she slammed the bruised orb back into the former Herald’s chest, letting it be reassimilated back into his form.
“Or have you forgotten already, your purpose? Or do you think that there's even a sliver of a chance of redemption? You are my pawn now, forevermore.”
