" well my little pudding, care to dance?" Nox appeared out of the gloom, her unveiled power rippling along her body as she walked towards the centre of the plaza.
" Well, if it isn't queen bitch herself." Lucas turns his head slightly, staring at her from the corner of his eye, malevolence rolling of his skin in waves.
" Petulant, little pudding." Frowning, Nox studied the bloodied corpse lying nearby.
" I see you are wasting your time with clay again Lucas. How many did you have to kill for that puppet this time?"
" Not enough bitch, the vermin are plenty. Killing a few to animate my toys are beneath my notice."
"Besides, I like it." Showing his teeth in a rictus of a smile Lucas licks his stubby fingers.
" I can almost taste you on my skin. Remember Nox, when I hand my hands under your skin? I can still feel the spasm of your muscles as I tear through them, one layer at a time."
" Your screams, like music."
" Come Nox, sing for me."
Even as he utters the last words a blast hits him against the chest, the concussion sends a shock wave around the plaza, shaking the stone loose from its foundations.
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" Not enough bitch, the vermin are plenty. Killing a few to animate my toys are beneath my notice."
ReplyDeletebest line ever! i love the old english tone.
I had an idea inspired by your story. There should be a difference between magic that affects the environment and internal magic that attacks the mind.
you should also write character descriptions as they would appear in the story.