Annihilation Will be Unavoidable

N/A · 05-02-2014, 02:55 PM

It was quite amusing to the prodigy--that she should grace the red titan with pleasant company when the ice king had tweaked the inner workings of her mind so that she was programmed to detest any and all creatures that had formed an union with the old Valhalla. Yet, there she was poised--a glorified knight, uncharacteristically enraptured by a being she was once determined to mercilessly drive tooth and nail through as she delved into the shallows of his mind and allowed him to do the same to her own. Their similarities were quite obvious and intriguing all the same, yet still the babe would harbor no remorse for the actions she had taken against his kin; life was cruel and only those selfish enough to take what they desired while supporting an empty conscience would thrive. She could not concern herself with the well-being of complete strangers, nor would she ever. Guilt was an aspect lost upon the phantom as was pity--it was hardly her problem if others were too weak to support themselves, and she would continue to pay their misfortunes little heed. The heart within her breast beat only to provide life for herself, after all, and for her alone. It was not her responsibility to attend to the needs and desires of any other creature (aside from her own kin, perhaps), and thus it would remain.

His sinister fantasies would not be met with anger nor would they be met with caution; his intentions (although unclear for the most part) did not appear violent, so the prodigy would not allow him the satisfaction of portraying intimidation. Instead, the smirk laden upon her porcelain countenance would only elongate as he impregnated her thoughts with the image of blood and decay--her own blood, her own demise. The self-confidence infested within the brute was strong--he seemed certain that he could easily overpower her with force, and although the babe might have scoffed in the face of any other being that exuded as much arrogance as he, she would spare him the same treatment for she did not know whether or not to believe him. He had proved himself a worthy opponent by defeating Isardis himself, but Artemis did not know the extent of Isardis? strength, having never opposed him. Perhaps it was not such an impressive feat as she figured--she would not know unless she tried.

As he continued, the prodigy would be proved correct in her assumptions--he would not harm her; not today. His words stroked her ego and discomforted her all the same; was he questioning her loyalty to her own family? "Family loyalty?? she interjected immediately as the male concluded his speech, vocals more curt than they had previously been. She almost felt insulted that one would question the strength of the bond she held towards those of her own blood, but her visage would never falter from its amused state. "Do you truly believe I thieved your kin?s crown for Isardis? sake, let alone my own?? It was true that the ice king had only commanded her to retrieve his lost children; stealing the russet-kissed wench?s crown was her idea. "Perhaps it was partially selfish desire, I?ll admit--a need to rise above the masses--but I did it for them as much as myself, if not more.? Her family had always been prioritized--it was one lesson that her mother had engraved into the folds of her mind and one that Artemis would remember for as long as she lived. Her kin meant everything to her; the fact that Ares was of her own blood had stopped her from harming him even through his traitorous actions against their family.

"Blood runs thick, yes--but how thick does it run? Would you destroy the face of this earth to create a better world for your family?? The ball was in his court now, and she was all the more curious to learn the extent of his loyalty towards his family.

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