[tmw] 6.3 - pissed off
NOTE: Takes place earlier this afternoon.
There are places in the world where good and evil are safe from each other. Safe havens exist for both, carved not out of protection but simple numbers. Dark can’t stand too much light, and light fades beneath shadow.
For the bad guys, that sanctuary is in dingy casinos off the Strip and just outside of Downtown Vegas. Off Freemont Street is where Tommy finds the one he wants…the darkest of the dark, the mecca of The Darkness in the heart of Las Vegas.
He takes an afternoon and goes in to have a drink, lighting the walls with breath of pure flame.
Good does not encroach on evil. Evil does not encroach on light…it’s a death sentence, and a breach of etiquette.
The Darkness gets his rage before it gets to the heart of him, and that’s exactly what he wants: to kill the fury and deliver a message to anyone that’s listening.
Don’t fuck with a Titan.
He walks out after twenty five minutes and pukes in an alley, but at least he’s alive. He’ll be sick for a week, but The Darkness will be, too. In the weeks to come, the city will get quiet and the air will get lighter…despair will take a holiday. Even the vampires and demons will lose a little of their passion, if only for a little while.
It’s a great victory…but it’s not a victory Tommy will take any joy in, because if evil cowers at his feet, it’s only because The Darkness doesn’t understand his distress.
It wasn’t responsible for taking Zee.
There are places in the world where good and evil are safe from each other. Safe havens exist for both, carved not out of protection but simple numbers. Dark can’t stand too much light, and light fades beneath shadow.
For the bad guys, that sanctuary is in dingy casinos off the Strip and just outside of Downtown Vegas. Off Freemont Street is where Tommy finds the one he wants…the darkest of the dark, the mecca of The Darkness in the heart of Las Vegas.
He takes an afternoon and goes in to have a drink, lighting the walls with breath of pure flame.
Good does not encroach on evil. Evil does not encroach on light…it’s a death sentence, and a breach of etiquette.
The Darkness gets his rage before it gets to the heart of him, and that’s exactly what he wants: to kill the fury and deliver a message to anyone that’s listening.
Don’t fuck with a Titan.
He walks out after twenty five minutes and pukes in an alley, but at least he’s alive. He’ll be sick for a week, but The Darkness will be, too. In the weeks to come, the city will get quiet and the air will get lighter…despair will take a holiday. Even the vampires and demons will lose a little of their passion, if only for a little while.
It’s a great victory…but it’s not a victory Tommy will take any joy in, because if evil cowers at his feet, it’s only because The Darkness doesn’t understand his distress.
It wasn’t responsible for taking Zee.