Cyndthia on her hands and knees, begging. "Please, Mister Scorpion! Please don't kill my boss! He's just a goofster, a silly demon man with his tiddies out. He didn't mean to ruin your life and curse you to eternal hellfire! It was a prank!"
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▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || The fury in his blood runs cyanic, its white-hot flames sinking into his bones as the unquieted wrath explosively discharges in the wreathing flurries of his swift blade. And with every breath, Scorpion threatens to dismember and cleave the wicked sorcerer’s bones and drain all the marrow surrounding them. The rushing, spiked adrenaline embeds to the wraith’s every nerve, legs pumping to a pace faster than what his already nimble and swift footing can be seen.
Scorpion is no longer vulnerable, lest his bloodstained, excruciating trauma drips from the bone arena of his skull, screaming of retaliation and righteous justice. Lest he no longer staggers into the earth with grief, for his catalytic awakening through vehement revelation of Quan Chi’s wicked and cunning manipulation, to utilize Hanzo Hasashi’s unjustly death as the unsettled grotesqueness of barbaric massacre had slaughtered all things resembling humanity, in both literal and metaphorical sense.
The tragedy had wired Scorpion’s veins with magmatic potency and power, lest his still vulnerable human flesh felt every excruciating contort and mangling of his flesh, his bones and marrow spilling and shattering like melted glass and shards of it, long disintegrated even before his incorporeal body could rebuild itself up. Once, Quan Chi, in the form of Sub-Zero had ended him in the cold, indifferent rage of ice, moving slow and with purpose, long had reshaped Hanzo Hasashi’s world in an immediate, rapid exsanguination that would cause Scorpion to writhe of his own stifling, ireful rage. Scorpion’s teeth clenches, and arm raised to tighten the flaming chains around the wicked sorcerer’s head, as the swirling conflagration becomes the very manifestation of whipping winds of his vindictive wrath.
“You will never fathom to understand why I go through all of this. I refuse to falter and slump as the ocean of anger suddenly stills. Quan Chi’s death will only ameliorate my eternal pain, and let unjustly slaughtered Shirai Ryu and my family to rest in peace,” the wraith is still fury personified, this cold anger, stilling him in the silent bubbling of magma, before the ensuing eruption will swallow Quan Chi whole, and de-spine him in awe-destruction.
Millions of maelstrom thoughts elucidate the unsaid vehemence of Scorpion’s sentiments, as Quan Chi’s disintegrated bones and ash and dusted flesh scatter beneath the burning determination of the wraith’s gaze. Fire is his opus, his burning vengeance, the calming fluidity of the control and ardor he once had. Thus his rot will become as ravenously hungry and cruel as the benefactor turned mortal enemy, and Scorpion shall always respond anyone who sides with the architect of his suffering with the same cruelty.
“His wickedness has leaked into my universe I made, and if you side along Quan Chi to burn it down further in such asinine obliviousness, then you too, deserve my murderous fury that will render you naught.” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||
