Disgusted, those tormented souls. Innocent victims or not, they deserved better. And by his life or death, he would give it to them.
Fingers tensing, pinkish knuckles baring, he stepped towards Scorn, the awaiting beast, The DarkTide. Ried Shas spoke, as if he were that monsters equal. But Shas to was a monster, and with anger swelled emotion he stepped forth, intent on proving to this world that fiends weren't so damn strong.
But he stopped.
With a suddenl shadows fall destryoing his thoughts he stopped, like an outcast drawn to the void. His eyes rolled back, those pits of smoldering pink became the utmost of white, the most inopportune time to go schizophrenic.
Like a dagger in his back, nails down his spine. That sickening twist in his gut, or a swift kick to the nuts.
It was a new sensation, helplessness, hopelessness, and doubt. It was Vaticus, alive and anything but well. Slicing daggers through apparent clones, mist like visages, ghostly apparitions and spectres.
He knew they were fake..they had to be fake..but why now..
It was all he could do to remain on his feet, Every ounce of his light weighted figure supported by the Luminex.
"My brother, this is...not the time...!"
And then reality set in. He killed his brother, what could Vaticus do..?
All this time he said he was fighting...to save his brother, but was he really fighting to keep his brother..dead?
He couldn't peel his gaze, Vaticus encompassed every thought and aspect of his imagination...Until he heard the gutteral roar of Scorn, the god like speach and boom of The DarkTide gloating of his sheer thrill.
Strong will prevail, that gaze broke his brother, or the illusion of his doom accompanying his lusted Novelly.
He was certain he'd see Vaticus again...hopefully he'd see him before rather than after the dagger found his spine.
Scorn only partially held his attention...Truly helpless...Vaticus..a weight on his consciousness in the worst of times...That sheer presence perhapse enough to end Darren's life...for when facing his strongest adversary yet...his mind was somewhere else.
He watched, like a deer in the headlights his end come hither, would he be an addition to those tormented souls? Or would a hero save the hero?