An innocent heart is purged of its innocence. Amber eyes, burn and seethe at the cruelties of the world. Love gives way to hate. Justice bows to vengeance. And the skies are eclipsed as the Black Stars descend from the skies...
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Zzzst! Crack!
Crimson sparks vigorously jutted from the constrained Prince of Lightning, unleashing a cackling roar.
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His jet black eyes began to change, giving into their true nature. That malevolent amber. That murderous emanation. And an encompassing power, that brought a feeling of impending doom...
"What... we had him!?" Qabr uttered with frustration.
"It seems his father's blood runs thick within him. After all, Origin blood stirs when they're around others of their kind..." Maalik deduced.
"Then we better kill him now!" Mawt hissed with twisted glee!
"How dare you!? You're supposed to be my new puppet! A puppet cannot disobey its master!" Qabr yelled with bitter vexation, attaching his wicked strings to Jaleel in a bid to control him! "Besides... the best part of puppet making... is slowly torturing my little subjects, until their will breaks and their blood runs dry..."
"I was holding it back until now... hmph, I guess I'll do things your way and cut loose for once... Jinto," Jaleel uttered. In that moment, raven storm clouds congregated the skies. The heavens began to rumble and groan, tossing and turning. And an outpour of precipitation escaped their lodgings.
KACRACK!
A massive, colossal javelin of lightning ripped through the sky, striking down in a massive explosion!
Jaleel's eyes glowed menacingly through the dancing smoke.
"It's quite laughable, you thought a tree... could stop me? You must be the laughing stock of these so called Origin folk," Jaleel jeered, poising to strike. "Well, I, Jaleel, shall give you a priceless gift. Your people will finally respect you, once they see that your gravestones all read 'Effortlessly slain by Jaleel!'"
