The warrior smiled a grim smile, golden eyes glowing brightly. “I did,” he said. “I envisioned myself at the head of an enormous army, laying waste to the countryside, spreading death, doom and destruction everywhere. I thought I would crush the puny humans beneath my feet, and that I would let the streets run red with blood.”
Oh, how I love the way you write Sarry. That's him, my love. Melodramatic, passionate, powerful. (And just a little bit silly
)Sarevok got to his feet, and laughed suddenly, a deep and booming laughter that shook the miniature pocket plane. “I will! Thank you, sister, for a brilliant idea. But I will not merely recreate my old armor, I will devise something even more awe-inspiring and magnificent.”
Oh dear...
“Ha, do not fear any such thing! As a mortal my design skills were excellent, but as a god they will be unsurpassed.” He raised his arms dramatically over his head. “Behold!” he cried out. “Behold the power of Sarevok!” There was a loud thunderclap, a flash of red smoke welled up around him, and when it cleared, his normal armor had been…altered. He was now wearing a suit of very shiny golden armor, which had several foot-longed and slightly curved spikes emerging from the shoulder pads. Slightly smaller spikes decorated his knees and elbows, and he was wearing a helmet shaped like a snarling demon head. It, too, had spikes on it, though in this case they were shaped like horns. From inside the demon’s fanged mouth, Sarevok proudly looked back at his companions. “Well?” he asked. “What do you think?”
AWWWW! Little Sarry! (Yes, there are similarities between him and Edwin.) It reminds me of his designs for his clan in Kara-Tur in my timeline.
“Not too shabby,” Edwin mused. “Were I a grunting warrior rather than a proud master of the arcane, I might consider something like it.”
Yes, you would.
“No, I thought I would take murderous warlords under my protection. I know all the perils of being one, after all, so with my guidance they might avoid some mistakes.”
Evil Overlord list as obligatory reading.
“What, like leaving your Very Secret Diary lying about to be read by people trying to stop you?”
Well, it was guarded by his loyal lover Cythandria...
“That’s it?” Imoen asked, sounding disappointed. “But you look just the same as always. I mean, not that I mind, you look great as it is, and black fits nicely, but I expected something a bit more flashy.”
Assassins better not be too flashy.
“Not in the same way. For example, a female might kill a male for straying, or another female for seducing her mate, but it is mostly a matter of power and prestige. How much more satisfying it is with murder out of true passion, or even out of what you call ‘love’!” Viconia smiled, a small, content smile, and her pink tongue briefly darted out to lick her lips. “And I might have such power, to inspire mortals in that way…yes, I may come to enjoy this.” She stretched slowly, spun around, and when she stopped her blood-flecked armor had been replaced by an elegant white and quite form-fitting white dress that contrasted nicely against her dark skin. Rini was momentarily surprised the dress even managed to stay up, but then she corrected herself.
You write a cool, if slightly disturbing, Viconia.
The Solar cleared its throat. “Would that be ‘The God of Murderous Rage’?” it asked. “It is a suitable choice, though I think my wording is more traditional.”
He's a berserker, so it's perfect
Imoen grinned. “Nah, course not. But other people better worship me, unless they wanna find a dozen vorpal bunnies in their bed or something. Take a look.” She snapped her fingers, pointing at Softpaws and Insufferable, who were sitting attentively next to Zaerini and Edwin. Immediately, both animals started growing, until the small cat and smaller monkey had been replaced by a huge black panther and a gigantic gorilla, both of whom were snarling menacingly at the new God of Murderous Warlords And Other Overlords.
Imoen is so cute
Even when she is murderous.“And I,” Zaerini declared, “Have made up my mind as well. We’ve got Murder pretty well covered by now, I think, so I’m gonna branch out a little. I think that stories are better if they’ve got a bit of blood in them, so I’ll be the Goddess of Fictional Murder. Including songs, theatre, ballads, books, you name it. Anybody wanting to write a story where ten people assemble in a spooky old mansion and get killed off one by one until the killer is caught by a funny little old lady or a gnome in a weird mustache had better worship me if they want to get their plot right.”
Perfect!
The Solar looked highly disturbed at this. “You…you seriously expect mortals to enjoy the wanton slaying of perfectly innocent fictional people, unable to defend themselves? That is possibly the most twisted thing I ever heard! Why not create something nice instead? Something pure, and pristine, something that will make the world a better place! Perhaps something involving noble elf maidens and cherry gardens?”
Uh, solar... check the sales figures...
I really enjoy this
