Post by cain on Sept 30, 2010 23:57:46 GMT -5
The last time he came to Russia, he was stopped from having his fun by Pitsha, who had decided to tell him about his lineage. He would've killed her, or at least tried to, but today he would've thanked her. She allowed him to not only understand his family and create the future, but discover his own weakness. The machine took care of that, making him more powerful then even he could dream.
Russia was caught in a snow storm that day, and as the wind picked up, Cain had appeared out of the air. People around him stared in awe at what they saw and some in fear. He looked around at the people, his eyes empty and cold, a smile growing on his face. It was time to have some fun.
His body began to turn as white as the snow under his feet, causing him to be the same. People began to back away then, but the way he saw it, they would've been better off running. From out of the snow, a spike made entirely of ice shot up, spearing a local in the chest. He hung there with disbelief in his eyes and then died. Now people began to run, but they wouldn't get far.
More spikes of ice began to shoot out of the ground, spearing people, vehicles, and whatever stood in their path. He chuckled and laughed at the destruction he caused, but he wasn't done yet. He saw a small fire coming from one of the cars, having been caused by his first assault. He reached out his hand over the flame and within seconds he was consumed.
He looked at him self, now covered in flames, held his arms up into the air causing a massive amount of fireballs to shoot from his hands. They flew into the air, only to come down on the houses around him. Buildings exploded, people ran in terror, some trying to run from the flames that now surrounded them.
He continued walking towards the capital, each house he passed a ball of fire launched out from him and caused it to explode. Within moments he was standing in front of the main building. He chuckled and laughed as his "fire form" continued to burn. He took a deep breath, causing the flames to burn more fiercely, and then shot forward into the building.
It was as if his body became a fireball itself, shooting into the heart of the building. Nothing happened at first, but then the entire place exploded in a burst of fire and smoke. Within moments, russia was completely destroyed, and he stood in the center of it just laughing.
Russia was caught in a snow storm that day, and as the wind picked up, Cain had appeared out of the air. People around him stared in awe at what they saw and some in fear. He looked around at the people, his eyes empty and cold, a smile growing on his face. It was time to have some fun.
His body began to turn as white as the snow under his feet, causing him to be the same. People began to back away then, but the way he saw it, they would've been better off running. From out of the snow, a spike made entirely of ice shot up, spearing a local in the chest. He hung there with disbelief in his eyes and then died. Now people began to run, but they wouldn't get far.
More spikes of ice began to shoot out of the ground, spearing people, vehicles, and whatever stood in their path. He chuckled and laughed at the destruction he caused, but he wasn't done yet. He saw a small fire coming from one of the cars, having been caused by his first assault. He reached out his hand over the flame and within seconds he was consumed.
He looked at him self, now covered in flames, held his arms up into the air causing a massive amount of fireballs to shoot from his hands. They flew into the air, only to come down on the houses around him. Buildings exploded, people ran in terror, some trying to run from the flames that now surrounded them.
He continued walking towards the capital, each house he passed a ball of fire launched out from him and caused it to explode. Within moments he was standing in front of the main building. He chuckled and laughed as his "fire form" continued to burn. He took a deep breath, causing the flames to burn more fiercely, and then shot forward into the building.
It was as if his body became a fireball itself, shooting into the heart of the building. Nothing happened at first, but then the entire place exploded in a burst of fire and smoke. Within moments, russia was completely destroyed, and he stood in the center of it just laughing.