Those Arabian Nights... And the sand! ((Finished))

[Solemn Creed]

Sol sighed. It was obvious Rayne had no intention of playing along. While her reaction to him freeing her had been amusing, it wasnt quite at the level he wanted it to be. But the problem was simple and as such things tend to be, so was the solution.

If she would not play, as it seemed she wouldnt, then he would make her. He shrugged.

[glow=red,2,300]"If you wont play, then I will make you."[/glow]

Sol aquired a mischievous look on his face and he raised his hands like a puppet master. Immediatly Rayne was jerked to her feet as Sol manipulated the blood in her arms and legs. He made her do a cartwheel and a backflip, ending it with a handstand.

[glow=red,2,300]"Changed your mind yet?"[/glow]

Rayne only had one sigh to warn her before she was doing a handstand. She didn't understand what was happening. One moment she was sitting on the ground scared and the next she was flipping through the air and on her hands terrified. Solemn had something, but Rayne was still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that he seemed to have moved her body against her will. She didn't like that.

"I- yes. I changed my mind." Rayne said and the next second she was on the ground.

Rayne sat up and looked at the knife that was about five inches away from her hand. She turned her gaze to Solemn who looked smug. She grabbed the knife in a shaky, but firm grip. But she couldn't stand up. She couldn't understand it. This man had tortured her fiance, killed the woman that she lived with, and destroyed her life. Yet, she couldn't hate him. Rayne couldn't even feel anger coursing through her veins and provoking her into doing something stupid. She could just sit there with a look of defeat around her face.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol was relieved and pleased when Rayne told him that she had changed her mind. He ended his control over her with a wave of his hand and she fell to the ground.

[glow=red,2,300]"Excellent!"[/glow]

Sol waited for Rayne to pick up the knife and rush him, after he moved to his position in front of Omar, but she just sat there with a look of defeat on her face. He grew furious, for his expectations had been destroyed. Rayne was no different from any of the other girls, sure she had been full of bluster, but in the end her will had been broken.

"You disgust me. I was actually going to let the both of you live if you had put up a good show. But in the end you are just a pitiful human. Dont worry, before you die I shall give you one glimpse of the near divinity such as you could never comprehend."

When he finished speaking Sol began to emit a low rumbling noise from his chest. His body began to grow, as his bones began to reshape into a larger but similar form. Horns sprouted from his head, and his flesh thickened. His eyes became red and the pupils becames green slits. Lastly his flesh turned into a blood red color. Sol exhaled once the pain had ended and he was in his full, well over 8 feet tall, form.

Once done Sol turned his eyes towards Rayne. This was it for her. He had made up his mind that her death had come.

[glow=red,2,300]"And now you see my true form. Take solace in the fact that you have all served as a toy for something much greater than yourselves."[/glow]

Sol strode steadily over towards Rayne. He picked up his knife and threw it at Omar. His aim was perfect, the knife tuck quivering out of the bark inches over Omar's head.

[glow=red,2,300]"You will watch this, every moment of it."[/glow]

Sol told Omar before lifting Rayne up by the back of her neck. He carried her over to Omar who was still tied to the tree. He threw Rayne to the ground and then Sol set to work.

He tore into the woman with his black taloned hands. He ripped off chunks of skin, fingernails, and some times entire digits. Sol used his ability to control water to prevent Rayne from bleeding to death right away but as he was pulling out her intestines Sol felt the woman's life fleeding her fragile human body. Finished, Sol drained what was left of her life energy.

Covered in her gore, Sol stood and glared down at Omar who was terrified. He turned and began walking away, stepping over what was no longer recognisable as haveing been someone at some point. Sol snapped his fingers and Omar burst into flames, but he controlled it so that they burned slowly but fed them enough energy so that they would never go out. While walking he condensed himself back down into his human form.

As he walked away into the night, Sol could hear Omar's screams but they no longer amused him. All Sol felt was boredom, and then when he was maybe a mile or two away, Omar's faint screams stopped as his life was finally consumed by the flames. And so Sol moved on with his long life, forgetting their faces, their very names because he didnt care and never would.