The Lord of Inanna was a beautiful catastrophe, a violent poem written in the language of stars and shadow. There, against the bruised canvas of the Abyssal sky, Noir wasn't rely flying; he was the storm, the very epicentre of a maelstrom of raw, violet power. His wings, vast and leathery, beat with a rhythm that was less a physical act and more the thrum of a dark, primal heart, each downbeat sending shudders through the very fabric of the world.
He was terrifying and magnetic all at once. The power that radiated from him wasn't just an oppressive force; it was a caress, a silken promise of absolute strength that curled around you, making your own pulse flutter in a dangerous, heady dance. His demonic form, with its newly lengthened horns and expanded wings, should have been a grotesque sight, but there was a dark artistry to it, a terrible beauty in the way he commanded the chaotic energies swirling around him.
He wasn't just a man; he was a force of nature made flesh, a fallen angel crowned in athyst lightn—
A slow, wicked grin blood across Noir’s features, a predator's triumphant leer that held no warmth, only promising a beautiful ruin, the exquisite agony of a fall from grace. It was the kind of smile that didn't just touch his lips, but claid them, a slow, possessive curve that spoke of absolute certainty and the dark, thrilling—
«...»
Noir surveyed the crater, his expression flat. The youths' assault was proving to be irritatingly persistent, but ultimately, futile. His calculations were simple: their stamina versus the near-limitless energy flowing from the Mana Well. It was not a difficult equation to solve. The noble families squabbling in the town below were irrelevant background noise, their petty ambitions rendered aningless in the face of his ascension.
Out of all of them, the Celestial girl and her near-limitless supply of golden fire were the only variable of any note, but even that was a known quantity. He was simply waiting for her to exhaust her reserves. The rest were trivialities, obstacles to be cleared on the path to his new reality.
«Nonsense/Madness/Distraction. They are not real/substantial/true.»
«I like flowers.»
«Forget/erase what I said/uttered/revealed.»
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