Post by schrodinger on Jan 30, 2009 21:44:48 GMT 8
"You're evil, Gestalt. If you don't know that by now you're either insane or stupid. Nothing is worth this much death, this much blood on your hands!"
"I've cast more legendary sorceries than you have cantrips, boy. What could you possibly tell me that I don't already know? What makes you think you're qualified to instruct me in the ways of the world?
Let me tell you something, young Venser. In this world there are only two types of people: the people to whom inevitabilities occur, and the people who instigate such inevitabilities. I know what sort of person I am, and that's the only truth that matters to me.
I don't question whether what I'm doing is right or wrong, and I certainly don't feel obligated to answer to you - or to anyone, for that matter.
You cannot fight against the inevitable forever. I'd tell you to accept your fate, but at this point it really doesn't matter whether you do or don't."
"How apt. I was about to say that it didn't really matter what you told me, because at this point there can only be one conclusion to this."
Irritation flashed briefly across Gestalt's face, only to be replaced with a condescending, dark expression.
"And that is?"
I pronounced it carefully, savouring the feel of it on my tongue. It was almost bitter, resonating with the myriad implications it would have on the situation.
"Death."
At the sound of the word, a wolf-like grin slowly began to spread across Gestalt's face, as his eyes lit up - literally. The eldritch glow emanating from his irises signaled the manifestation of an incredible amount of ætherforce, which, given Gestalt's vast reserves of power, was far more than I'd imagined.
I didn't want to think about how much more powerful he'd be if his scheme came to fruition.
"You know, my boy, that might be the one thing you've said right so far."
He snapped his fingers, but the sound that accompanied the motion was less of a snap than a thunderclap.
God, the pain.