The Order formed their steady ranks on hroseback, the sturdier in the front, mages in center and the archers behind. Dante, Jareth and Zephiel rode in the front; the cavaliers behind them. Dante spoke lightly so that only Zephiel and his father could hear. "Why did you not tell me that it was him...? My brother?" Jareth smiled viciously, a grin that never failed to strike fear into Dante's halfblooded heart. "He is not your brother through me... he was concieved after I had died in your mother's heart." he said, not even sparing a glance to his son. "But he is older than I, that is not possible." Dante incisted, and Zephiel spoke next. "Halfbloods to grow at a steady rate... but only at about a third that of humans. In theory you are at least three times as old as your brother, you just have been to blind to realize it." "That is rediculous, I can remember my brother being--" He paused. "...being born..." "You see... your human emotions had your senses tied in tight knots--so tight that you couldn't see what was trying so hard to leap out of you. Think back, I am sure that you will find many more things that prove your heritage... and that you failed to see." Jareth cut in, "But now is not the time... the battle will run you down if you are not clear of your human emotions. Zephiel taught you some skills, you must not throw away your precious life by rekindling old feelings. A battlefield is a place of monsters and men... and the unforgiving, merciless monsters are those who win." Dante nodded. "I know. I am a tactician, after all." Zephiel laughed lightly, and silence befell the trio. The sound of the opposing armies were steady in beat... and they were getting closer every minute. That vicious smile hadn't left jareth's lips, as it would stay for the entire battle. Something in his eye showed that he truly belonged as one of those monsters on the battlefield... as though all he could possibly hold dear was the death and slaughter of as many as he possibly could. The frightening thing to Dante, though, was that he would soon see this monster firsthand. A monster that he could feel within him as well--the thirst for bloodshed was already becoming ever worse...
Jareth Black · Sun Jun 26, 2005 @ 01:49pm · 5 Comments |