[continued] @haouintheworld
Safe to say that the king felt befuddled seeing the light being go from a twisted manipulator to… Whatever the hell he just did with Tenebros before returning to normal.
And Sophocles really left his weapon down? Yes it was pinning Tenebros to the ground (for heaven’s sake the scythe was taller than Tenebros), but now what did Sophocles intend to fight with?
How did Haou intend to fight against a millennia old immortal?
Perhaps, Haou thought, Sophocles’ gift for twisting guilt, deception, and ruin in others was from firsthand experience receiving it.
Flicking his eyes between the two immortals in front of him, Haou side stepped a bit closer to Tenebros. He had a plan forming, but first he had to see if he could get Sophocles to roll with it unknowingly.
“I could only guess this Attondel is as demented as you. I do wonder how he fits in with whatever transpired between you and the Gentle Darkness. Maybe I was wrong earlier,” Haou took one more tiny step towards Tenebros, “maybe Tenebros wasn’t the one to leave. Maybe you left Tenebros for nothing and that’s why no mortal believes in him. Ask any mortal and they’d think he was merely force of nature… When in reality he hides in the shadows hoping one day that you, Mr. Light of Destruction, would give him the time of day.”
Sophocles couldn't hide the anger, no matter how hard he tried. He so desperately tried to keep his calm facade but at Haou's suggestion, a snarl ripped across his face as the ground around him started to die. "I left him?! Are you fucking kidding me?! That motherfucker left because he thinks this pathetic waste of space planet was worth leaving!" He hissed, taking a step towards Haou before stopping abruptly.
He took a deep breath to calm himself, trying to recover his composure before slowly walking towards Haou, snarling, "Listen, dipshit. You and Tenebros are similar in that you two are the only ones who are fucking up your own relationships. If you all would just stay in line, then everything could go back to fucking normal!"
As he finished, Sopho stopped moving, running his hand through his hair to force himself to calm down. Fights fought out of pure emotion wouldn't win anything, so he needed to remember to keep a strategy.
Quietly, he placed a quick spell around T, ensuring that any attempt to rescue the dark being would be met with pain. Then with another casual smile, he bared his fangs and hummed, "Oh dear, where are my manners? I haven't been very nice at all this whole playdate! Tell you what, I'll let you and T over there have a little chat! I'll even give you five minutes, and then I'll bring your precious sweetheart back out and you two can have a proper duel! How does that sound?"













