The air is warm and dark and sinful.
Rectification: the sultry atmosphere is resplendently iniquitous. Shadows thick and ashen upon my tongue.
The darkness welcomes my magnificence with the susurrations of the subsurvient. Crimson juxtaposed upon black; conflagration and demise. Unsung pulchritude of extravasation; they bled (will bleed) in my name (Recipitent of affected haemorrhage). Their death was my possession; I am their god and they mine. Cognitively dissonant deity; they worshipped me with loathing. Nominative: me. I.
Worshipped; god, deity, master. Definitons of the primitively instinctual (master-slave relationship; genitive case nimiety). Domination. The act of positive emotional responses in the presence of negative responses, from both others and yourself. Grammatical cases; ownership description.
Sic semper tyrannus. I am the greatest tyrant; death. Upon my birth the gods wept blood and the heavens precipitated hellfire. An incandescent double-edged sword slithers from my mouth. I crawl from the abyss; Abaddon, they whisper, as I rise.
I am greater than heroes. I am superior to gods. Twenty corpses and a conflagration. That is my miracle; my honor, my chivalry. Pain is my legacy; vilification more delectable than veneration.
I am death.
I do not commiserate, except for myself (objective case). Me. I (see: Chaos, Death, Inferno).
I do not weep; yet they (nominative) always do. Perhaps I shall force my lachrymal gland to secrete, and experience the sensation myself. It seems an odd comfort in moments of pain.
I do not love; affection is meaningless. A positive feeling of pleasure? Do you comprehend the true nature of pleasure? It is nothing. It does not exist. No man can objectively define it but every fool wants it. To grasp ether.
I (objective) am death.
And I do not weep.
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Avak's hesitation to finish his already-commenced attempt at my removal suggests a secondary force acting in my interest, or perhaps directly against his (read: everyone's least favorite ivory schizoid). Words passed in vacuous conversation; my politic internal conversations reduced to debile dialectic with the covetous engineer. Asinine insipidity abounds, and presented with such delightful smiles. I do not connive or mentally diagram, as is the usual case when surrounded by my inane comrades, but assume a state of mental void. It is uncomfortable to oppose the tide of obtuseness their presence generates; I let the fatuous fluidity generate my responses. Animalistic reactions.
I can feel the blood drying beneath my talon-esque fingernails. Encrusted, blackened. Silent memory plays through mind with cold, beautiful impersonality. I reduce mental activities and enjoy; walking, breathing, and observing with tranquility. Smile frozen, eyes incandescent.
Breathe. Air soft and cold in my iron lungs, expanding my granitic ribcage as the lower respiratory tract continues its designated functions. The intercoastal muscles rumble (or perhaps it is a cardiac murmur from my ashen heart; mistaken and confused transmission of blood and lymph) as they labor, rasping tissue arenaceous. No flesh visible, only superior, impersonal imitations; benumbed and metalline.
“Reidak,” I venture, conversation invoked from tedium engendered by silence. Not exactly a sufficient alternative to colloquy, but hopefully sufficient for the purpose of personal edutainment. “What made you think to assault the Onu-Toa with melee combat while the rest of us fled? At first I thought it a stupid action; you standing there and striking him with hand-held explosives, and smiling. I just didn't realise you were so selfless; your distraction was flawlessly altruistic. I'll have to remember to ask you to repeat the action whenever I would normally suggest throwing Avak into our pursuers.”
"'The rest of [you] fled,' Hakann dearest, is the crucial phrase in that sentence; what made you think to 'flee' like a little ######?"
"For an individual with so much talent in the field of adaptation, you possess little desire to retain precious vital organs. Survival does not necessitate unnecessary combat; if anything, dear beserker, it encourages the inverse." I evince my disdain with a sneer, although his pitiful response is hardly deserving of reply.
Conversation finished, we lapse into silence. Eyes brooding and movements jejune, my purile companions bear more resemblance to hypercarnivorous Rahi than intelligent beings; dark physicality drives their motions, nothing more. Scavengers in the presence of an apex predator, basking in their inferior trophic placement. My breath is cold and hard within my lungs; I strain to keep myself from replicating Avak's murderous actions. Mute and pernicious, we descend deeper into darkness.