[You shouldn't mistake our powers as being equal. You shouldn't mistake our powers as being equal.
You shouldn't mistake our powers as being equal.
He knows.
It's an infuriating realization that hits him with every new attack discovered in midnight training sessions, in the way Azathoth hits, hits, hits with multiple attacks in quick succession - a man new to this and yet thriving in such undeniable power.
The same power that strikes Loki's weakness - sends Akechi to knees, grasping the wet spot on his chest that's coating his whole front now. Dizzying. Nauseating. Intense Debilitate did little - ]
Oh no - I'm so scared! I don't give SHIT!
[Said with his knees digging into wet ground - You can't hurt me next on his lips because he isn't hurt. Isn't bleeding from his chest. Isn't pressed against his will by a power that exploited his weakness. Doesn't need a second, two seconds, three seconds to catch his breath, remove a blood coated glove from his body, half push himself up through sheer obstinance.
He can't stand in full - knees lock. Doesn't matter. Loki's alive behind him with all the fury in Akechi's heart, the injustice of the world
A teenager born with an undeniable, with teammates, friends and-
A man born with unfathomable power, lonely and rotten like him and-
Akechi Goro who stands below both, whether they breathe or not. No matter what he does - it's always
Second best. He doesn't need them. Second best, despite everything. You shouldn't mistake our powers as being equal because Akechi has to resort to kills coated in viscera, silence and blood, instead of fog and agony.
Fuck them.
He can't breathe. Can. Loki prepares to enact Akechi's will, a column of swirling red lights surrounding the persona-] Do you really think your shitty attack will end this? That I'm so goddamn weak? Don't look down on me you piece of shit! You don't know where true power is - the broken chains on a heart. I'll shatter it again and again and again until you're dead!
[Loki's sword glows bright, bright, bright in Akechi's peripherals.
Red swirls, swirls, swirls and Akechi knows in a second - locking knees, a bleeding chest - none of it will matter. Call of Chaos explodes throughout - spreading from wound to body to brain in an instant.
And
everything
is so fucking meaningless.
He can't think he can't think he can't think he can't think hecan'thtinkhecan'tthinkc̸̨̲̩̻͇̖̦̮̙̥̰̠͕͎͋̊̾̎́̎̽͗̃̆̃̆̚͝a̴̧͔͇̖̮̭̲̠͈̣̗̽̽̔́̀͋̂̆̈̑̚͜n̵̢͙̭̻̹̳̈́̅̍̑̀̌͋͒͑͂͂̚̚͜ͅ'̴̢̡̡̢̟̫̫̯͇̗͖̟͓̥̹̰̓͌͆̂͛̄͌̉ţ̸͇̫̎͂́̑ ̸̨͔͙̫͍̠̬͈̯̖̜̭̤͖̍̍̇͜͜͝ṭ̶͓̥̻̪̱̇̌̈́̃̂̄̈́̂͠͠ĥ̸̢̨̡̬̘̖̬̦͖̝̭̤͔̰͋i̷̛̟̰̩͙͙̟͍̗͇̖̯̎͜͜n̸̢̛͎̙̼̪̖̲̺̤̋̄̓̄̌́̀̇̂̕͝ͅk̸̜̳̙͈͓̬̗͕̠̣̣͈̦̅̂̀̔̌̔̒͛̉̑̾̒̆͒]
It's laughter. He's standing tall again, like nothing in the world has ever phased him and-
cw: violent thoughts, murder
You shouldn't mistake our powers as being equal.
He knows.It's an infuriating realization that hits him with every new attack discovered in midnight training sessions, in the way Azathoth hits, hits, hits with multiple attacks in quick succession - a man new to this and yet thriving in such undeniable power.
The same power that strikes Loki's weakness - sends Akechi to knees, grasping the wet spot on his chest that's coating his whole front now. Dizzying. Nauseating. Intense Debilitate did little - ]
Oh no - I'm so scared! I don't give SHIT!
[Said with his knees digging into wet ground - You can't hurt me next on his lips because he isn't hurt. Isn't bleeding from his chest. Isn't pressed against his will by a power that exploited his weakness. Doesn't need a second, two seconds, three seconds to catch his breath, remove a blood coated glove from his body, half push himself up through sheer obstinance.
He can't stand in full - knees lock. Doesn't matter. Loki's alive behind him with all the fury in Akechi's heart, the injustice of the world
A teenager born with an undeniable, with teammates, friends and-
A man born with unfathomable power, lonely and rotten like him and-
Akechi Goro who stands below both, whether they breathe or not. No matter what he does - it's alwaysSecond best. He doesn't need them. Second best, despite everything. You shouldn't mistake our powers as being equal because Akechi has to resort to kills coated in viscera, silence and blood, instead of fog and agony.
Fuck them.
He can't breathe. Can. Loki prepares to enact Akechi's will, a column of swirling red lights surrounding the persona-] Do you really think your shitty attack will end this? That I'm so goddamn weak? Don't look down on me you piece of shit! You don't know where true power is - the broken chains on a heart. I'll shatter it again and again and again until you're dead!
[Loki's sword glows bright, bright, bright in Akechi's peripherals.
Red swirls, swirls, swirls and Akechi knows in a second - locking knees, a bleeding chest - none of it will matter. Call of Chaos explodes throughout - spreading from wound to body to brain in an instant.
And
everything
is so fucking meaningless.
He can't think he can't think he can't think he can't think hecan'thtinkhecan'tthinkc̸̨̲̩̻͇̖̦̮̙̥̰̠͕͎͋̊̾̎́̎̽͗̃̆̃̆̚͝a̴̧͔͇̖̮̭̲̠͈̣̗̽̽̔́̀͋̂̆̈̑̚͜n̵̢͙̭̻̹̳̈́̅̍̑̀̌͋͒͑͂͂̚̚͜ͅ'̴̢̡̡̢̟̫̫̯͇̗͖̟͓̥̹̰̓͌͆̂͛̄͌̉ţ̸͇̫̎͂́̑ ̸̨͔͙̫͍̠̬͈̯̖̜̭̤͖̍̍̇͜͜͝ṭ̶͓̥̻̪̱̇̌̈́̃̂̄̈́̂͠͠ĥ̸̢̨̡̬̘̖̬̦͖̝̭̤͔̰͋i̷̛̟̰̩͙͙̟͍̗͇̖̯̎͜͜n̸̢̛͎̙̼̪̖̲̺̤̋̄̓̄̌́̀̇̂̕͝ͅk̸̜̳̙͈͓̬̗͕̠̣̣͈̦̅̂̀̔̌̔̒͛̉̑̾̒̆͒]
It's laughter. He's standing tall again, like nothing in the world has ever phased him and-
He's headed for Maruki again, Eigaon brewing, ready, targeted.] Try AGAIN, idiot!