The reach of the King of Nightmares has gotten quite long.
It has even managed to pierce the fortress that is the Seer's mind.
The Seer stands impassively as he sees another figure that is himself standing above a writhing mass of living bodies, innocent lives that have been stamped out by his own actions.
He watched as his other self gleefully reached down to grab one of these innocents, before eviscerating and slaughtering them in ever more inventive ways.
He looks about as the innocents at his own feat grab up at him, begging him for mercy. Their screams would be horrifying to any normal human.
The Seer merely watches impassively.
He slowly begins walking towards the other Seer, stepping over those innocents in the path between the two with seemingly no compassion for them.
The other Seer turns his head when the true Seer reaches him, a mad grin on his face.
"Do you like it?" the other Seer says. "So many die because of our work. It's so much easier to kill them befor--"
The other Seer is cut off before he can finish his sentence, as the true Seer grabs him by the throat, plunging his other hand into the facsimile's stomach, tearing out his viscera. The false Seer coughs up blood over the Seer's robe, but he pays no heed.
The other Seer brings his arm up to strike his opponent, but the Seer calmly grabs his wrist, crushing it in his hands.
As the false Seer lays sputtering and dying in his clutches, the Seer looks at him with empty eye sockets, his stare somehow all the fiercer for it.
"Can you hear me, daemon?" he says, not to the creature before him, but to the will that controlled it, the King of Nightmares himself. "You cannot hope to defeat me with such paltry tricks. I will come for you. I will end you."
He crushes his doppelganger's neck with his bare hands, its body going limp as it dies.
WARNING: contains some gore
It has even managed to pierce the fortress that is the Seer's mind.
The Seer stands impassively as he sees another figure that is himself standing above a writhing mass of living bodies, innocent lives that have been stamped out by his own actions.
He watched as his other self gleefully reached down to grab one of these innocents, before eviscerating and slaughtering them in ever more inventive ways.
He looks about as the innocents at his own feat grab up at him, begging him for mercy. Their screams would be horrifying to any normal human.
The Seer merely watches impassively.
He slowly begins walking towards the other Seer, stepping over those innocents in the path between the two with seemingly no compassion for them.
The other Seer turns his head when the true Seer reaches him, a mad grin on his face.
"Do you like it?" the other Seer says. "So many die because of our work. It's so much easier to kill them befor--"
The other Seer is cut off before he can finish his sentence, as the true Seer grabs him by the throat, plunging his other hand into the facsimile's stomach, tearing out his viscera. The false Seer coughs up blood over the Seer's robe, but he pays no heed.
The other Seer brings his arm up to strike his opponent, but the Seer calmly grabs his wrist, crushing it in his hands.
As the false Seer lays sputtering and dying in his clutches, the Seer looks at him with empty eye sockets, his stare somehow all the fiercer for it.
"Can you hear me, daemon?" he says, not to the creature before him, but to the will that controlled it, the King of Nightmares himself. "You cannot hope to defeat me with such paltry tricks. I will come for you. I will end you."
He crushes his doppelganger's neck with his bare hands, its body going limp as it dies.
"This I swear."