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"What injustice have you committed?"
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TBE
But before her thought become words, and word become voice, a cry sliced though the air. Like a rock thrown at glass, it shattered the thin sheet of rage forming around her.
Andalusia Is under attack.
The panic laced in the voice was raw, an animalistic. Adellos. Her mouth twisted in disgust. She did not hate the ware-jackal, but she certainly did not like him either. The thought of anything something attacking him appealed to her greatly.
The treat they had just spoken of was at their doorstep and she did not have the time to refuse. She could sense it. The time for proaction was over, and the time for reaction, had come.
A frustrated sigh left her. She should have left the tower sooner. She shouldn't have gone in at all. It was not that she feared the battle she could feel coming. She was more annoyed by it, about getting involved in something that went against justice, something that did not concern her, something that she had viciously stated she would exclude herself from. And now she had no choice. If the desert was truly under attack, there was the possibility that she would need to fight.
And as to confirm her thoughts, a threat approached.
The menace was almost tangible. Whatever soul was a approaching, reeked of a sinister taint. It send her black blood boiling. The charge of adrenaline, anticipation of excitement, that came before battle and bloodshed, danced down her fingers with delicious electricity. Her fingers itched to wrap around her whip-handle, and her whip thirsted for blood.
Seductive murmurs started in her head. Voices oozing with a sinister sensuality, that told her let it take hold. The bloodlust, the need to kill. It had been far too long, and when she was starved of the pleasure of feeling a life slip away beneath her fingertips, she craved it. Like a drug addict suffering withdrawal. When chance came to near, she wanted to pounce on it, without thought. It was one of the things that tore her; half of her embraced this lust for blood, the other half loathed it.
This time, her decision was made for her. Krayth stepped forward to face the coming threat. A very talkative coming threat it seemed; promises, and taunts in a voice laced dripping with insanity, and torn by two personalities. One uncaring and violent, the other panicked, trying desperately to warn Lilliana; the darker side was set on harming her.
The black blood watched with her hands clenched, as Krayth faced down the approaching beast. She felt the shadows around them shift, and draw toward Krayth, as though he were a vortex, sucking them in.
With the door now wide open, Krona could see outside. Her eyebrow raised. There was nothing there, just shadow. Her eyes narrowed. And she saw, then, that a man-sized portion of shadow was diffrent from the rest. It was very faint, but it was there; Krayth was somehow holding the man back with the darkness. The blot of darkness seemed to be shaking, as whomever was inside, struggled.
Liliana seemed intent on facing the treat alone. Again Krona's eyebrow raised. She had not seen any evidence of the berth of Liliana's power, but the woman was rather, delicate looking; she did not look like she could handle much.
Not that it mattered to her. Whether Liliana lived or died, was of no concern to her. If she lived, she lived for a reason, if she died, she died as repayment of an injustice. It was simple as that.
Everything was simple. It would be simple to just walk from the room; the man outside could be swiftly dealt with. She didn't even have to use the door; she could simply shadow-step out of the tower, out of the devil's eye desert, and concern herself no more with their issues.
She had only come here to learn more about the situation between the Desert and the Citadel, to judge and deliver. Not to be dragged into grudges and politics. And certainly not to be insulted.
Her eyes flashed with venom upon Kinetav.
"So, what do you say now?" she said, her voice even, "Is this man justified in wanting to kill Liliana? Or those attacking the desert justified in doing so? You say there are many different views of justice, many ways to rationalize an action as just. Those rationalizations are simply people lying to themselves. Excuses people make, lies they tell, to make their actions seem just. But there is only one true justice. Only one form. Only one correct view. And what is not for it is against it. And to sit out, on what goes against it, is never unjust."
Black Blood
Dark Avenger
Self-Proclaimed Harbringer of Justice
Alligence to Self
Creator lend me...
The Energy 300
The Strength 6
The Speed 7
To Deliver Swift Justice
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"Is that not Just?"
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It is not what you are, but that you have done
Justice is absolute, and it's deliverance knows no limit
Judgment is swift, and irrevocable
No mercy for the unjust; Death is the only redemption
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