![]() Hercules sits perfectly still and focuses on manipulating his mightiest pawns, the two Archangels of Courage and Creation. My only hope for victory is to end this with a single, decisive strike! ![]() I won't stand a chance against him in open combat. This Titanspawn nearly wiped out all of Lucifer's forces singlehandedly. However, at that moment, Berith, the Emperor of Backstabbing, makes her move. Shrakh! You imbecile! That big-ass pigeon sees us!ĭavook turns pale as the cherub reaches for its sword. The armored warrior flicks his eyes toward Davook's rock and spots the strangely shaped lump of grass hovering slightly off the ground. I'm not lying! I saw the shadow move! I swear!ĭavook bickers with himself even more as he locks his eyes onto the cherub's boot. I always knew I was the only sane one, but I didn't expect you to stray into a fantasy-land. I saw it jump from that tree over there under a pigeon's boot. The shadow! How did you not see that?! It was like a long spindly spider-leg. What are you looking at? I don't see anything. It darts under the boot of one of Hercules' guardian cherubs, then stays still for several seconds. His eyes narrow onto a pale shadow shifting along the ground. One of Davook's voices cries out in surprise. There ain't nobody who will bother us here. He peeks around the side of the boulder and watches as Hercules' eyebrows curl together in concentration. Made it WHERE?! If that Titan so much as sneezes in our general direction, we're dead meat! Why do you always decide where we go? Now we're going to die because of you.ĭue to his proximity to Hercules, Davook suppresses his voice and keeps his two selves inside his mind. Once he hides behind it, he breathes a sigh of relief. ![]() He sneaks toward a large boulder several hundred feet from Hercules' meditation rock. "No, we don't! If you even think about taking a single step toward this Titan, I'll- hey! Are you listening to me! Knock it off!"ĭavook ignores the voice of dissent. You're dumber than I thought! The portal's probably on the other side of the battlefield! How do you plan to sneak past the pigeons to reach it?" If we hide behind that big rock over there, we can wait until this war is over, then sneak out of the portal and go home." There ain't nobody else out here, so this must be a safe spot. He's sitting in the middle of nowhere, half a mile away from the battlefield. ![]() "What?! No way! He's dangerous! That sucker's at least fifteen-feet tall! If he decides to attack us." Must be why them pigeons are protecting him." Every so often, the Titan moves his hands to cast one or two spells. His hands sit pressed together, and he splays his fingers out like a pair of spiders dancing with one another. Hercules, the Infinity King, stares emptily forward as his mind stretches out to see through the eyes of his two mightiest pawns. "Don't go changin' the subject, you lousy-"ĭavook slows to a stop and narrows his eyes as he spots a dozen angels with glowing eyes all standing in a circle around a solitary figure sitting cross-legged on a large, flat rock. He weaves back and forth from a civil conversation to one of absolute stupidity without missing a beat. Like two unruly children, Davook argues with himself over and over. "Bullshit! Don't lump me in with the likes of you! You're a creep who has a fetish for pigeon girls. If we make it outta here alive, I'm gonna knock your friggin' block off." "How should I know? I got turned around too many times because of you. is this even the way back to the portal?" Occasionally, he'll spot an angel flying overhead and go still, pretending with all his might that he's nothing more than a lumpy piece of grass, something no angel should bother investigating. The Demon Lord's eyes flick from left to right. Having retrieved his woven-grass camouflage, he sneaks around the outside of the battlefield while staying low to the ground and moving at a snail's pace. "Then I guess we'd better be extra sneaky."ĭavook argues with himself continuously. "Sure, but if one of them pigeons spots us, we won't have anywhere to run." The outskirts are way safer! Ain't nobody fighting out here!" "Hey! Don't blame me! It was your idea to enter the battlefield. Chasing after Satan, making us run around like chickens with our wings cut off." Want to read the whole story without waiting? Click here. Support me on Patreon! Every dollar helps, and you get access to lots of art and other cool stuff! For more information, check out the link below: As of this post, the total rewrite is 216 parts long and 929,000+ words. Author note: The Cryopod to Hell is a Reddit-exclusive story with over three years of editing and refining.
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