[h1][color=8882be]Archon of Darkness[/color][/h1][hider=Mood]
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The clock ticked in the back of Gideon's mind. His interest fled as the rush of battle tingling left his fingertips. Without Adrenaline, Gideon actually looked kind of peaceful under the respirator. The aftermath was medicine, the carnage inside his heart ceased. [color=8882be]'Living like a hermit tends to make one bitter, good to know you're able to adjust.'[/color] Eredos huffed.

"I."
He saw gills. What were gills? She explained, and he raised an eyebrow. Gills, wow.
The respirator hissed, and soft pufts of smoke left the ventilation. 
There was a short silence after she finished.
...

".. I like carnage."
He said it, and chose to say it bluntly. "I have lived alone. I learned to live alone. And the thrill of survival is engorgable." The cleaver dropped. "I feel blessed to be given the gift of darkness. Even though I have no god to receive a blessing from."

Blue eyes with sadness peered to her, "I like watching light leave a threat's eyes. It's like a.." He exhaled smoke and looked away. "Drug. Which I suppose is better for our victory against Thanatos."
In the back of his mind, he wanted to fill the training room with live bodies.
Alas, he decided to pace slowly to the exit with a soft huff.