06-29-2018, 12:43 AM
[div style="width: 45%; text-align:justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:13pt;"]Amren and Cain had brought him with them on business, finding fellow mutants or normal supporters within enemy lines. His parents were in charge now, so he was free to roam at times as long as he stayed close by. He was nice to people who were nice to him, and others didn't like what they discovered.
These men wouldn't either.
It was him who set the chair alight, bright violet flames glowing as bright as his similarly colored eyes. He couldn't see as well right now but its not like he needed to, shapes were fine. He knew what shapes were his parents, all others could be eliminated. He could feel the fire in his belly, and he watched as the man recoiled in horror at what had once been a docile little boy.
Davet launched himself at him, grabbing onto his face and wrapping his wings around his head, tearing at anything he could get his nails or teeth on. Retractable fangs, they only came out when he was like this. He could hear screams that sounded so far away yet so close, a man's hands gripping his torso, which quickly turned to hands recoiling with pain, fire having wrapped itself around his hands. It burned them to the bone before stopping, leaving him to scream in horror at the lack of flesh stumbling back from the boy. "DEMON!"
"Of course, what else did you expect you filthy savage. You sin and now you must pay the fucking price." He turned to the man's voice with his chin stained red, his face contorted in rage.
Kai, Levi, whatever he wanted to be known as now, Davet hadn't known much of him when he was in Griffingate himself, or when he heard of the prince who had become a merman in a matter of seconds. What he did know was that he was not much older than he, and that he was one of them. That, that meant he was family. It didn't matter if he actually was or not.
He'd turned back to the original man, who he assumed to be the coward leader, who was also frantically trying to get out of the chair and get Davet off his face. But it's not easy to do both, especially when your face is being torn to shreds.
He didn't care how unclean he was being, how he'd stink of the fight until they got home for a bath, he cared that this man suffered for everything he'd done to Kai and who knows how many others.
These men wouldn't either.
It was him who set the chair alight, bright violet flames glowing as bright as his similarly colored eyes. He couldn't see as well right now but its not like he needed to, shapes were fine. He knew what shapes were his parents, all others could be eliminated. He could feel the fire in his belly, and he watched as the man recoiled in horror at what had once been a docile little boy.
Davet launched himself at him, grabbing onto his face and wrapping his wings around his head, tearing at anything he could get his nails or teeth on. Retractable fangs, they only came out when he was like this. He could hear screams that sounded so far away yet so close, a man's hands gripping his torso, which quickly turned to hands recoiling with pain, fire having wrapped itself around his hands. It burned them to the bone before stopping, leaving him to scream in horror at the lack of flesh stumbling back from the boy. "DEMON!"
"Of course, what else did you expect you filthy savage. You sin and now you must pay the fucking price." He turned to the man's voice with his chin stained red, his face contorted in rage.
Kai, Levi, whatever he wanted to be known as now, Davet hadn't known much of him when he was in Griffingate himself, or when he heard of the prince who had become a merman in a matter of seconds. What he did know was that he was not much older than he, and that he was one of them. That, that meant he was family. It didn't matter if he actually was or not.
He'd turned back to the original man, who he assumed to be the coward leader, who was also frantically trying to get out of the chair and get Davet off his face. But it's not easy to do both, especially when your face is being torn to shreds.
He didn't care how unclean he was being, how he'd stink of the fight until they got home for a bath, he cared that this man suffered for everything he'd done to Kai and who knows how many others.