@destinedgray
location: Rome's Ruins
notes: sometime after the explosion hehe
Black veins lined his arms as they throbbed with the blood that pulsed through the lycan's body. The pale skin of something long dead, an alpha's fangs in the place of where a man's teeth ought to be. Incensed by the dark, putrid rot that twisted with him, patches of fur littered his hardened, bloody frame. A volatile at the head of an army of lycans, a city that burned around him, and Zahrya's ambrosia firmly fixed at the center of his being. Mania and shadow clouded his mind, Alek had been fighting the violence that lurched within for months, darkness sewn by The Eye that was meant to be under his control. Nights where he'd dream of blood under his nails were just dreams, even if he'd awake somewhere from his bed with the fragmented memory of iron on his tongue.
Alek still remembered the screams that had come from the farmhouse, the brutality of The Eye's arena, the taste of lycan meat and ichor as it swam past his gums. A truth: Sanem wasn't the monster, he was. A spiteful kid that made every wrong decision and stomped on anyone that disagreed with him, the cruel smile of pragmaticism worn over the facade of someone who only cared for his own opinion. Rome would burn. The Eye would burn, the Lupo were family but family was fleeting and in the end they were just the means to claw his way to the top.
Now with the drow coursing through his veins Alek saw his true self so clearly, he glistened under the black sun as a boot kicked off the low wall that had fallen on him when the Pyramid fucking exploded. An eladrin drew their sword, a construct of fire and magic while summer's heat rolled off of them and with one deft hand he gripped the blade and grinned as it drew blood from his hand. The other tore out the creature's heart, its blood running down his chin, splattering his chest as it muddled with every other life he'd taken. A secret? Volatiles, like chimeras, could consume a soul once they knew how. Interesting messaging from the drow, those he devoured would stay dead.
"You're late, brother." Alek grinned, the lycan's sharp senses could hear the sound of screaming coming from all around them. The panic as friends looked for lovers and families scrambled to put themselves back together. Lambs for further slaughter, the army of lycans still ran wild and if Lycaon hadn't joined them yet then it was only a matter of time. Claws from his partially transformed hand raked at his neck as he dragged long lines across his skin, scratches into his thick hide that healed almost instantly. All this power: trades and bartering, it was easy to find powerful allies that hated Rome, Lilith, Remus, The Mad King and his Court. Never again would the city recover from the ashes of its defeat, and all the world would come to fear the era of the wolves and the devastation they wrought under the black sun. "Looks like we managed just fine without you."