Anders tried with everything in him to hold back whatever was getting ripped from him. This piece of this elven god. This walking form of vengeance and rage. He tried his hardest to prevent this ancient thing from becoming whole. It felt like an alcohol fire was searing through his veins, burning him from the inside out. He gripped a post near the wall to keep standing.
It was all for nothing.
It wasn’t often that Anders stood shorter than someone else but this so called God-King was one of the few. Anders continued to lean onto the post, the pain of having the shard unwillingly pulled from him making him tremble. His vision swam slightly but he didn’t let the darkness overtake him. Not in front of the bastard that had helped drive him to the darkest deeds he’d ever committed.
His brown eyes narrowed at the figure as his stomach roiled with bile and he pushed to stand straighter, tilting his chin up. It didn’t pass his notice that this being in front of him could potentially end his life but Anders was a stubborn son-of-a-bitch and had no intentions of yielding.
Not today.
It was all for nothing.
It wasn’t often that Anders stood shorter than someone else but this so called God-King was one of the few. Anders continued to lean onto the post, the pain of having the shard unwillingly pulled from him making him tremble. His vision swam slightly but he didn’t let the darkness overtake him. Not in front of the bastard that had helped drive him to the darkest deeds he’d ever committed.
His brown eyes narrowed at the figure as his stomach roiled with bile and he pushed to stand straighter, tilting his chin up. It didn’t pass his notice that this being in front of him could potentially end his life but Anders was a stubborn son-of-a-bitch and had no intentions of yielding.
Not today.
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