Legacies
An Infernal Devices FanFiction
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On a totally unrelated note, this week is standardized state testing so this will most likely be the last update for a bit.
Disclaimer: I do not own Infernal Devices, only my OCs and the plot!
Chapter 7- A Game to Play
No one's POV
A dark man chuckled maniacally. Finally, his game was set up.
The man was the epitome of all things bad. His eyes fluttered with black intelligence and ill-gained knowledge. His mouth curved into a permanent sneer, as if telling who ever looked upon it, if you are my time, I'll waste you. His ears, large and bat-like, twitched at every little sound. His skin, a grey, leathery thing, wrinkled greatly at every home in his late body. His hands twitched constantly, as if itching to throttle someone.
Though his outside was fearsome enough, what was inside was enough to even frighten the great Heracles of old.
That fact was proven.
The man's sneer hardened. That upstart had been troubling enough in mortal life, and then he had had to go and find one of the rare recipes for immortality. He was an absolute nightmare to bump into when you are trying to break the world's perspective and finally earn some respect for the "demon spawn".
What resided inside the old man was different from your standard angst, anger, and hate that you are sure to find in any criminal nowadays. No, what was within this man was something much darker, and much more unpredictable.
No, what fueled this man was fiery, unbreakable determination.
Determination to break the iron fist of the Nephilim who fled over them.
Determination to earn the respect that he fact was rightly earned by the Downworlders.
Determination to establish the true pecking order, with warlocks at the top of the chain.
To make matters worse, he truly believed that what he did was right.
In all of the novels and poems and stories you will read, their will be some shred of guilt in the antagonist, something that stops them from going all the way, something to stop them from reaching their goal.
There was no suck crack in this man.
He believed that what he did was what needed to be done, nothing more, nothing less.
This was what had made him unshakable, unstoppable.
He chuckled once again, seeing in his mind's eye the image of a terrified girl clutching her fallen companion, looking around in horror, as if she didn't know where the next attack was going to come from.
Oh yes, the man thought. Just as with Heracles, Perseus, and Ulysses of old, this will be a hunt for the ages.
To long has he slumbered. The Earth had forgotten him.
Worse, they had forgotten to fear him.
The man raised his hand to play cruelly with the girl some more. Yes, she was crucial to his plot, but he had time for his plan to ferment before she was needed. Right now, he had a game to play.
Lelantos has returned, he thought. I wonder who should be my first victim?
Who will be my prey?
Ok, so a rather dark and short chapter, but pretty please with a very on top review? I need to know what I'm doing good on and where I can improve!
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~Boogalee