god’s fists are clenched like never before; his breathing is feral, head &. chest held up with pride as the broken withholds a tempestuous storm itching to be released. ❝ he- he’s done it, he’s finally— no, / they / have finally done it!! ❞ voice is of raging thunder &. crackling fire. though, the littlest hint of water could be seen in the crevices of umber hues. ( don’t let her see you bend ) he violently shakes her hands off as he storms over to the window, looking out at the red sky as the sun began to set. he takes a pause before muttering under growling breath in a sort of demonic manner, ❝ they wanna see rage. fine... i’ll give ‘em rage. ❞
/ idk what this reply is but here’s a glimpse of dark!piers