There is the rift now, and the squirmings of the man, or the incantations of the rather minor goddess, don't impress a King Kong. Nor an Asar-Suti.
He lets go of Ereshkigal for just a second, to grab her again that very instant- by her hair.
Dramatically, he swings her around by it, razing evil-looking statuary that reminds him of the Field Of Beasts outside his own fortress of Valgaard. When she comes around, he shoves her into the rift, feet first.
Then, the black-bearded follower does just that - he follows, even if not from his own volition. Asar-Suti shoves him through the rift, sees him eaten up by the otherworldly glow, and his energy that called her forth in the first place now serves to reserve the process. The rift flares, brilliantly; purple fire illiuminates all neighbouring buildings for a moment; and in a hiss and a shower of sparks as if from a volcano ready to go off, the rift collapses onto itself.
Asar-Suti stares just for a moment; the last time something like this happened, it was him beyond a similar rift, and his Dark Overlord and best beloved follower Lochiel who was thrown into his Gate, and died there.
And just like the last time, when this had brought down the fortress of Valgaard, masonry begins to crumble.
There is cheering far below, and Asar-Suti remembers who he is supposed to be. The cheering fires him up again, and he turns, standing on top of the building while parapets and ledges drop around him. He raises himself to his full heights, lifts his heavy giant fists, and drums his massive chest.
And ROARS in triumph! To frantic whooping from down below, King Kong announces in his way that he has won.
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He lets go of Ereshkigal for just a second, to grab her again that very instant- by her hair.
Dramatically, he swings her around by it, razing evil-looking statuary that reminds him of the Field Of Beasts outside his own fortress of Valgaard. When she comes around, he shoves her into the rift, feet first.
Then, the black-bearded follower does just that - he follows, even if not from his own volition. Asar-Suti shoves him through the rift, sees him eaten up by the otherworldly glow, and his energy that called her forth in the first place now serves to reserve the process. The rift flares, brilliantly; purple fire illiuminates all neighbouring buildings for a moment; and in a hiss and a shower of sparks as if from a volcano ready to go off, the rift collapses onto itself.
Asar-Suti stares just for a moment; the last time something like this happened, it was him beyond a similar rift, and his Dark Overlord and best beloved follower Lochiel who was thrown into his Gate, and died there.
And just like the last time, when this had brought down the fortress of Valgaard, masonry begins to crumble.
There is cheering far below, and Asar-Suti remembers who he is supposed to be. The cheering fires him up again, and he turns, standing on top of the building while parapets and ledges drop around him. He raises himself to his full heights, lifts his heavy giant fists, and drums his massive chest.
And ROARS in triumph! To frantic whooping from down below, King Kong announces in his way that he has won.