The mont the bolt of dark lightning tumbled down, Mithras closed his eyes. A slow, rumbling beat resounding from his chest as a formless storm of primal energies erupted from his form.
Blasted by the impact, Hakim went flying, but before his armored form crashed into that sa seat he'd appeared in, the Huntmaster broke into squalls of dark and sanguine mist, firing into the sky and reforming on a cloud of malignant energies. Worldbreaker collided with Mithras' face, bouncing against a wall of divine power, and flying back to Hakim's hands.
"When you really think about it. Inheritance is one of the cleverest injustices we people have co up with. The parent's shits going to the kids. It feels so natural. Righteous even…till a guy with an ego is born a demigod…inheriting divine powers with the maturity of an incel…and it all goes to shit.
Divinity is hereditary and Lord do I hate it." Hakim shook his head. Certain things in this world transcended their owners. Forces like the Lord's appearance, the Lord's touch, the Lord's voice, the Lord's tears, the Lord's everything, really. And stuff like Perfection and Divine Blood.
For example, the mont Mithras achieved perfection, those who carried his blood obtained a massive boost. Likewise, the mont Hadubrangr beca a Blood God, the divine powers Mithras and Ishtar had inherited from him shot up as well—making Hakim's murder goals unnecessarily difficult.
"Hakim. Why are you so determined to turn the world upside down?" Wanting to buy ti as he spread his senses across Springti City, Mithras asked, making the Huntmaster tilt his head with a pensive look.
"Mhm…there are many reasons why a rationally thinking individual would want to lay waste to the world. But if I had to pick one…it'd be because it's full of pussies," Hakim said, and if before, Mithras was only mildly interested, his eyes now narrowed at Hakim, their interest captured.
"Co again?"
"I thank the Lord for my many blessings. But as I take a look around, all I see is victims and scamrs. Bottoms and bitches. Won who won't dare to do what they wanna do. n who don't dare to be who they wanna be.
Punks and pussies. They smile as they go through the motions of day. Bearing the 9 to 5 with a raggedy gait. But deep down they cry, asking the parasites inside…'why am I alive?'
What kind of shit world is this that so many need to question the very aning of their existence? It needs to die. It is my intimate conviction…that this world must be destroyed. I believe it in my heart…and will die standing on that hill.
But I don't just want to burn the world down. I want to break it down with style.
Those hopeless fellows across the world call out to . They need soone to prop them up. Soone to show them the way to the promised land of peace and psychotic ecstasy. I am that person. The bad guy who leads the way…with the example of his rampage.
Mithras, the brotherhood of Hakim only follows this one word:
Rampage!
Run amok! Unleash yourselves! Rampage at will! Forever at the vanguard, I will be leading the way, and shield you as we indulge…in this world of madness." Hakim declared, and as if to backup his words, one scarlet portal ford at his left, marking the arrival of a slender yet majestic figure dressed in long sanguine robes topped with golden epaulets.
A mask of that sa gold covered the newcor's face, only revealing their burning red eyes. But while Mithras couldn't see the looks behind the mask, he didn't doubt that he now stood before the most imperial and majestic figure he'd ever t.
Even those white hair, so long, divine and ordered that they cascaded below the cape without ever giving that sa bestial feel that Mithras' hair did.
No. The Lord is the most majestic. No one is as majestic as the Lord. But as they stand on the poml of their broadsword, staring down with that deadpan look, I can't deny there's sothing about that fellow that makes want to scream "Your Majesty."
And for good reasons. Aurelian…is the Lord's copy. The Weaver's perception of the Lord. That Aurelian had appeared, aiming their imperial sword at Mithras.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
[Warning: The Beast's First Devotee has awoken!]
[Warning: The host's opponents are both blessed by the Triumvirate in unusual and forbidden ways]
[Act with caution!]
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