[chandra's shadow... keeps swelling, actually. if there was one way to describe it, it seems akin to a void, growing further and further. eventually, though, other shapes take form within its expanse—the peak of mountains. the rise of human buildings. the leaves of forest trees. much of it still looks empty, though perhaps if one looks closely, they can see the shapes of planets and the like inside.
what is this supposed to be? who knows.
when uriel charges at him (of course she'd be like this), he takes a step back out of reflex, because—]
—Unfortunately, they didn't exactly give me much to kill you with!
[but swirls of dark energy emerge from the void as well, wrapping themselves around chandra's limbs. and a voice whispers, too much like his own:
fight. even if everything will disappear—you know it's your duty. peace is not a luxury afforded to deities.
(not for uriel, or for himself.) whether or not chandra wants to listen to it (himself?), he realizes that this is all he has to work with. as he concentrates, the mass of darkness reforms, until it takes the shape of a scythe, aimed to swing at uriel.]
no subject
what is this supposed to be? who knows.
when uriel charges at him (of course she'd be like this), he takes a step back out of reflex, because—]
—Unfortunately, they didn't exactly give me much to kill you with!
[but swirls of dark energy emerge from the void as well, wrapping themselves around chandra's limbs. and a voice whispers, too much like his own:
fight. even if everything will disappear—you know it's your duty. peace is not a luxury afforded to deities.
(not for uriel, or for himself.) whether or not chandra wants to listen to it (himself?), he realizes that this is all he has to work with. as he concentrates, the mass of darkness reforms, until it takes the shape of a scythe, aimed to swing at uriel.]