Second Immolation
Oct. 27th, 2010 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alittleblackmagic[They had come so quickly.
The house is littered with Palom's last stand: statues, frogs, solid blocks of ice encasing two or three hazmats that still hadn't melted despite the passing of an entire night. Mia and Canada couldn't defend against them. Shiraasan had just shot them full of holes and released the gas into the air. In the end . . . it had been up to him.
He had failed. They hadn't stopped. Over and over and over like a flood, until he was casting spells despite his negative MP, until he was backed into a corner beside the bodies of his family, until a swing of an axe had taken off his head.
There were a few moments when he could still see despite his separation from the rest of his body. That would have been interesting. If he hadn't been dead.]
. . . . . . . .
You . . . You stupid, selfish. . . ! I don't care how much you all want to die! I don't care! Burn! That's fine! I'll set you on fire! But don't decide things for the rest of us! I . . . I . . .
I hate this place!
I HATE THIS PLACE! I HATE ALL OF YOU! DIE, DIE, DIE!
[The phone call concludes with the phone being left hanging by the hook. Sobbing and incoherent screaming can be heard, as are the sounds of rock shattering and frogs croaking in agony as they're crushed mercilessly.]
Sis . . . Porom . . . !
The house is littered with Palom's last stand: statues, frogs, solid blocks of ice encasing two or three hazmats that still hadn't melted despite the passing of an entire night. Mia and Canada couldn't defend against them. Shiraasan had just shot them full of holes and released the gas into the air. In the end . . . it had been up to him.
He had failed. They hadn't stopped. Over and over and over like a flood, until he was casting spells despite his negative MP, until he was backed into a corner beside the bodies of his family, until a swing of an axe had taken off his head.
There were a few moments when he could still see despite his separation from the rest of his body. That would have been interesting. If he hadn't been dead.]
. . . . . . . .
You . . . You stupid, selfish. . . ! I don't care how much you all want to die! I don't care! Burn! That's fine! I'll set you on fire! But don't decide things for the rest of us! I . . . I . . .
I hate this place!
I HATE THIS PLACE! I HATE ALL OF YOU! DIE, DIE, DIE!
[The phone call concludes with the phone being left hanging by the hook. Sobbing and incoherent screaming can be heard, as are the sounds of rock shattering and frogs croaking in agony as they're crushed mercilessly.]
Sis . . . Porom . . . !