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Post by Atticus "Tony Dedrian" on Sept 20, 2012 19:56:10 GMT -6
Atticus opened his eyes and looked ahead, the fresh fields of an unnamed world, uninhabited by anything, spread out in front of him. Seemed like another hub for lost hearts... He looked up towards the sky and closed his eyes, feeling the sun for the first time in what seemed like eons. All was well... but the stench...
"I'm not the first from my world to step on this land..." he said bitterly, opening his eyes and seeing the truth. The land was desolate. Ruins of what looked like a modern day city lay around him, rusted, barely recognizable vehicles littered the area. The pavement crunched under his feet as he stepped forth, realizing that the world he initially saw was an illusion... It only took his eyes a moment to take note of the illusion, and bypass it to reveal this ruined plane... this place where Blackfaust had emerged from his supposed eternal prison...
Atticus stepped around a corner and noticed several vehicles in his way.
"... Hm."
He stepped forward, and then, in a blur, a pair of scythes appeared in his hands in a burst of red electricity as he raised the vehicles (Atticus assumed they were artillery vehicles of some sort) off of the ground with his weapons, tossing them aside like they were made of plastic. The scythes disappeared as he stepped towards the edge of what looked like a large dropoff. The mist was heavy, causing Atticus to not be able to see more than several feet in front of him.
"Just like home." he said. "But you were human then... what happened to you...?"
He closed his eyes and tried to remember... he remembered crashing into the ground, pulverized by the grand force known as gravity, and dying, roaming the eternal plane of the Underrealm...
He couldn't even remember returning, all he knew was this... city... Tall skyscrapers burned, torn, and ruined towered above him... what sort of world was this?
"And why did you attack here first...?" |
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