He took the helmet from her and raised it to the same height as his
head. His ice-blue eyes focused coldly on the classic samurai design. It
was everything that he imagined an armor to look like. It was beautiful
and its dormant power made it strangely even more so.
He wondered if the people who he attacked screamed as horribly as the people who were burned needlessly. Of course, those people were long dead and he had no effect, but the rage that he felt . . . the evil rage of violence . . . Power resided in the armor. He could have the power to end everything. His mind focused on the helmet in his hand.
Strange that he once challenged Suzunagi, yet now he saw the truth. Dark thoughts filled his mind . . . thoughts of evil . . . thoughts of destruction . . . Strange that his mind should feel so clear with the vile thoughts of slaughter flowing through him. Perhaps a light did come to those who thrived in the darkness. He could already feel the power inside of him.
"Armor -!"
Before he could finish calling for the power, she, the child full of pain, ran to him tearfully. She wept, desperately clinging to him. Yet the armor already claimed him. He smiled gently with kind warmth. Soon, her sorrows would end forever. Soon, no one would feel any sorrow.
Then, Suzunagi backed away from where he once stood. She held her arms across her chest protectively, feeling a new burning pain within her tortured heart. She hated the armors for taking everyone away from her! She gazed bitterly at the frozen figures. First on Rowen, then on Sai, then on Kento, last on Sage. "And that was four."
He wondered if the people who he attacked screamed as horribly as the people who were burned needlessly. Of course, those people were long dead and he had no effect, but the rage that he felt . . . the evil rage of violence . . . Power resided in the armor. He could have the power to end everything. His mind focused on the helmet in his hand.
Strange that he once challenged Suzunagi, yet now he saw the truth. Dark thoughts filled his mind . . . thoughts of evil . . . thoughts of destruction . . . Strange that his mind should feel so clear with the vile thoughts of slaughter flowing through him. Perhaps a light did come to those who thrived in the darkness. He could already feel the power inside of him.
"Armor -!"
Before he could finish calling for the power, she, the child full of pain, ran to him tearfully. She wept, desperately clinging to him. Yet the armor already claimed him. He smiled gently with kind warmth. Soon, her sorrows would end forever. Soon, no one would feel any sorrow.
Then, Suzunagi backed away from where he once stood. She held her arms across her chest protectively, feeling a new burning pain within her tortured heart. She hated the armors for taking everyone away from her! She gazed bitterly at the frozen figures. First on Rowen, then on Sai, then on Kento, last on Sage. "And that was four."