That being under control, Fate turns his attention again to the altar. His first step is to seal it off in a mystic field, lest it be damaged or harm someone. Then, he opens his senses to the mystic device, to ascertain its purpose.
Mar'i Grayson, shoved into the cabinet, unconscious.
China vases shattered, the doctor's blood mingling with the shards.
Other sacrifices, the moments swirling wildly in Dr. Fate's mind, all the pain and terror, all the destruction and damage centering on an amorphous, shifting force, malevolent, rejoicing in the death and chaos caused in his name.
"I can feel you out there, beast," thinks Fate, although he makes no sound. He is aware now he is staring into the abyss, and that the abyss is staring into him.
This thing, this is what endangers his child, what threatens to tear through universes to accomplish its goals.
He knows he can't fight it here, not yet. But soon.
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Date: 2005-10-25 01:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-25 01:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-25 01:38 pm (UTC)He looks past his repulsion, deeper into the altar.
"Tell me, thing of evil. What purpose did you serve?"
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Date: 2005-10-25 01:42 pm (UTC)Mar'i Grayson, shoved into the cabinet, unconscious.
China vases shattered, the doctor's blood mingling with the shards.
Other sacrifices, the moments swirling wildly in Dr. Fate's mind, all the pain and terror, all the destruction and damage centering on an amorphous, shifting force, malevolent, rejoicing in the death and chaos caused in his name.
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Date: 2005-10-25 01:53 pm (UTC)He says the name simply, almost casually, but there's an aura of menace around Fate now, as though he were about to lash out in anger.
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Date: 2005-10-25 01:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-25 02:14 pm (UTC)This thing, this is what endangers his child, what threatens to tear through universes to accomplish its goals.
He knows he can't fight it here, not yet. But soon.
He closes the link.