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Post 6
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Thinking
"Speaking"
Thinking
"Speaking"
I sat on the chair as if it was a throne, wishing I had brought my throne of bones, but it was left behind on The Plegethon. It didn't much matter; the feeling of terror my appearance had created was nothing short of delicious. Most of the inhabitants were running away as fast as their legs would carry them, their speed would astonish an average human, but to someone like me, it was simply not worth mentioning.
In the distance, I could see someone drawing closer. It was a large, rather peculiar-looking man with a giant indigo-colored afro, clad in a reddish-purple leotard. The V-neck exposed his whole damn belly. Honestly, it was quite an impressive sight in its own right. Fishnet stockings adorned his legs and even a fishnet cape if my eyes didn't deceive me. Emporio Ivankov, the king and queen of this island, is a beacon of hope to all Okama across the world. And today, he will bow to me and all of Spada. Would I ever change? Who knows? As Ivankov drew closer, I saw he was a few feet taller than I. The appearance of Atlas behind me sent even more people into a panic, and I cackled hard. Run for me, little mice. Emporio Ivankov didn't seem impressed with my earlier promise of mercy; he couldn't honestly take me seriously if he didn't get down on his knees at my mere sight.
I chuckled ominously, "Antics? They were merely necessary greetings, former king and queen of the Kamabakka kingdom. My offer of mercy is honest, if only because I have to offer it. One does not defy La Spada lightly. But what do I want? What am I truly like?" As I spoke, the rest of the crew I had brought with me onto the island finally caught up to Atlas and myself. Prometheus' hands were burning, and Charon was, as always, silently shuffling along on his ancient legs. However, he might have moved that lethargically to piss me off.
As my glowing crimson eyes bore into Ivankov's, my arm shot out to the side and caught a bird that had tried to sneak by. Clutched in my fist, the bird chirped frantically from fright and pain as I gave a terrifying smile showing all my teeth. Then, without hesitation or mercy, I brought the bird towards my mouth before my teeth crunched down upon its head, then I ripped the head clean off. Its heart had not yet realized it should stop beating, so a few blood spurts landed on my face as I chewed and then swallowed. Prometheus grinned savagely, and Charon chuckled darkly behind me.
"Does this illustrate my desire? I wish for death, destruction, terror, despair, and needless cruelty. Nothing less awaits you and your whole people if you defy me, for I am Kyria, The Crimson Blade. Meyhem in the ranks of the Spada Pirates."
@Dream