And so we burned. We raised nations, we waged wars,
We dreamed up false gods, great demons
His eyes fell upon yet another victim of Mirrorion's maniac rampage. Spears of earth pierced the great everwinter trunk, which was slowly melting, dripping onto the sodden earth, as foreign vines grew and climbed to twirl around the tree. As River took a small step forward, he could see that the fibres of the cursed tendrils were straining, and the surface of the trunk was slowly giving way to the pressure of their firm grip. The divine tree was being strangled by the false god's curse. River was not well-attuned to nature, unlike some, but even he was sure he could hear the weeping of the tree. Flames of rage encased his heart and a slight growl escaped him; how could the fraud dare to inflict such pain upon something glorious and beautiful? He took another step, and then another, until his pale nose and bared teeth was only inches away from the tortured trunk. His glittering eyes lifted to the nearest tendril, staring at it only for a split second before he lunged, tearing it away with his teeth and claws. Shredded, torn pieces of the vine fell upon the ground, and he moved on to the next one.
He tore, shredded, and ripped apart the living chains, taking savage pleasure from the sight of them fluttering weakly upon the wet ground. So very slowly, as he fought against Mirrorion's curse, a smile grew upon his lips. Triumphant, joyful, and hungry. Once he had massacred everything he could reach from the ground, he lifted his chin to the canopy, and saw remaining vines clinging pitifully to the uppermost part of the trunk and branches. Within his chest, he felt his heart tightening as hate and disgust threatened to rob him of his common sense. But his heart was still ablaze. Upon his brief command, those flames erupted out of him, dancing upon his lips, not quite touching, but only for a moment. With his smile finally faltering, he turned his fire toward the tree and propelled it through the air to incinerate the existing hateful chains.
Like a light drizzle, ashes fell from the tree around River's gripping claws. The vines were gone, their roots ripped from the earth, but there were still spears through the trunk. One by one, he would free the tree of its prison.
Used absorb, failed. Used osculate on the spike to slowly make it shatter.
Maeve. In a feat of desperation, the spritely girl had been constrained and bound within the protective husk of the lunar tree while his prayers were a silent murmur against the raining hail of fire and brimstone, a travesty birthed from the spiteful ire of scorned divines. All for a little recognition. The heavens were torn asunder; the earth trembled and in the serpentine chasms formed from the quakes did lupine brethren fall to their awaiting deaths. He had been incapable of saving the whole of Carus during their time of suffering but he had prevented it from falling completely into the hands of absolute ruination. Their empire would not be reduced to rubble... not so long as blood burned hot within his volatile veins. While their king lived beneath his protective magic, his children suffered. So may had lost their bearings within the purge of the God's, the innocent faces of his brood lost amongst the countless casualties that still plagued the shadow king even now as guarded steps pulled him closer to the luna tree where he had left that precious cherub - the only one of his children that could be spared the weight of destruction and mayhem. Please... if nothing else, let her be safe.
Asmodeus froze. For the first time in so long, the man knew true trepidation as it beat in pounding fever within the pulp of flesh and bone. No... He faced the ruining entity of Lune's creation and walked closer towards the raining dust of embers and cinders roused forth by the devouring flames of River's fabrication as if it were naught but a nightmare that he'd soon awake. Each step was taken as if he were entranced by ill-fated magics; his eyes wide and weary as he gazed upon the place where Maeve had been contained only to find it pierced through with venomous magic. There were no signs of his daughters lingering presence reverberating from the depths of the tree and for that mercy, a sigh spilled forth before he was drawn again to the workings of the old king.
There were no words, only action, as the bulky alpha moved closer to the mangled tree and began to set to work liberating her of the vines and spikes that were stabbed through its core. Translucent tendrils appeared from the back of his neck in a grotesque display of magic as they mingled and laced with lax lain hackles before probing and searching for the bark of the tree. When they finally touched, great pain seared throughout every fibre of his being and pushed him back by a small margin with a faint snarl and low growl hot on his lips. Determination flared in vivid sight behind the blazing stare of bold sapphire as he stepped forward once more with a different approach in mind. A sole paw rest upon the largest spike where magic surged from both the land and the shadow king as vibrations magnified, harder and faster until the stone laced earth began to shatter piece by marginal piece.
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