The Avengers huh?" What in the name of anything sense-worthy would possess her to do that"
The Don Mega considered these words carefully as he traveled in luxury back towards that unruly place known as Rhydin. This was completely nuts. He had solemnly sworn that he would not ever return to that cursed city after the unfolding of those horrific events of that fateful night, which now seemed liked eons ago.
Flesh eating ghouls, sacrificial murders, sickening atrocities, and blood...so much damned blood. The Big Man was accustomed to violence and yes (surprise, surprise) oftentimes murder, but in his world the violence always made sense. Scorp always felt that bloodshed and assassination could be justified based on just who was on the receiving end of the that aforementioned a** kicking or dirt nap. Well, throw that out the window when discussing Rhydin. That good ole land was brim loaded with psychopaths. Psychopaths, mind you, with way too much time on their hands. And that was a very bad thing to have an overabundance of, in his ever so humble opinion. If there was one thing you could always bet on with psychopaths, it was that their plans would continually result in senseless bloodbaths steeped in total chaos. It was no good. No good for morale and no good for business.
Yet here Big Sexxxy was heading back to that place after the hazy events of that stormy night way back. The reason was of course an easy one for him to eventually justify. It was about five foot ten inches tall, brunette, dark eyes, a tight body that rocked the ages, and sexily encompassed the only woman he could ever say he truly loved. Yep, once again, it was Isuelt DeRomiano. Same old story.
Issy. Nails. Illea. Call her whatever, but she was nothing short of amazing. But going back to Rhydin over a woman' Back to that evil place" Crazy' Hell yes it was. The last thing he even recalled from the last visit was ending up at that missing barrister's house seeking shelter from the throngs of pursuing dead cannibals and the brutal pouring rain. There was something very eerie about that lawyer's home; something in there just did not feel right at all. Try as he did, Scorp could never quite figure out what that odd feeling was stemming from or what had happened after that last distinct crash of thunder which rocked the very foundation of the building.
Since then" Sure, Issy had written him plenty of times. She too had a memory lapse about that crazy night and informed him that most all of the people whom she had reconnected with from that time had similar experiences. Admittedly, once he found out that Issy was back there again he was pissed off and beyond annoyed as he had hoped that the drama was enough to drive her back to Metro, back to him, and back to taking up her "old ways". The longer his Scathachian stayed in Rhydin, however, Scorp realized that her old ways were dying out faster and faster.
This was a topic that was vexing, but not all that surprising. After all, she was a devout Scathachian warrior priestess, so what should he have expected? His steadfast crew warned him that this time would come when Isuelt just shed her shadowy cloak and took her rightful place beside the weak and helpless. Well, he hardheadedly ignored it, and now he was stuck tight in this damned web of morality once again. And anyone who really knew Scorpion Wraitharan knew his true thoughts on morality: IT SUCKED!
The Don Mega considered these words carefully as he traveled in luxury back towards that unruly place known as Rhydin. This was completely nuts. He had solemnly sworn that he would not ever return to that cursed city after the unfolding of those horrific events of that fateful night, which now seemed liked eons ago.
Flesh eating ghouls, sacrificial murders, sickening atrocities, and blood...so much damned blood. The Big Man was accustomed to violence and yes (surprise, surprise) oftentimes murder, but in his world the violence always made sense. Scorp always felt that bloodshed and assassination could be justified based on just who was on the receiving end of the that aforementioned a** kicking or dirt nap. Well, throw that out the window when discussing Rhydin. That good ole land was brim loaded with psychopaths. Psychopaths, mind you, with way too much time on their hands. And that was a very bad thing to have an overabundance of, in his ever so humble opinion. If there was one thing you could always bet on with psychopaths, it was that their plans would continually result in senseless bloodbaths steeped in total chaos. It was no good. No good for morale and no good for business.
Yet here Big Sexxxy was heading back to that place after the hazy events of that stormy night way back. The reason was of course an easy one for him to eventually justify. It was about five foot ten inches tall, brunette, dark eyes, a tight body that rocked the ages, and sexily encompassed the only woman he could ever say he truly loved. Yep, once again, it was Isuelt DeRomiano. Same old story.
Issy. Nails. Illea. Call her whatever, but she was nothing short of amazing. But going back to Rhydin over a woman' Back to that evil place" Crazy' Hell yes it was. The last thing he even recalled from the last visit was ending up at that missing barrister's house seeking shelter from the throngs of pursuing dead cannibals and the brutal pouring rain. There was something very eerie about that lawyer's home; something in there just did not feel right at all. Try as he did, Scorp could never quite figure out what that odd feeling was stemming from or what had happened after that last distinct crash of thunder which rocked the very foundation of the building.
Since then" Sure, Issy had written him plenty of times. She too had a memory lapse about that crazy night and informed him that most all of the people whom she had reconnected with from that time had similar experiences. Admittedly, once he found out that Issy was back there again he was pissed off and beyond annoyed as he had hoped that the drama was enough to drive her back to Metro, back to him, and back to taking up her "old ways". The longer his Scathachian stayed in Rhydin, however, Scorp realized that her old ways were dying out faster and faster.
This was a topic that was vexing, but not all that surprising. After all, she was a devout Scathachian warrior priestess, so what should he have expected? His steadfast crew warned him that this time would come when Isuelt just shed her shadowy cloak and took her rightful place beside the weak and helpless. Well, he hardheadedly ignored it, and now he was stuck tight in this damned web of morality once again. And anyone who really knew Scorpion Wraitharan knew his true thoughts on morality: IT SUCKED!