So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
There was no intent not to take advantage of Tesseract's weakness, although to cull him would certainly alleviate any future problems that Eden might have. In fact, the Shade within him stirred at the sight of the wounded leg and it tested the air, the souls, the frequency of life to determine if it would be an appropriate time to have it's vessel complete another murder. It is the way that Tesseract moves, all his shifting no matter how slight, that tenses the coiled muscles of Underidge. Those uncanny eyes trail down the length of the male and slowly, absently, his pink tongue sweeps out across his lips and the corners of his eyes crease. It is both an instinctual move as well as one that is played deliberately, to put in the mind of the white male how Underidge might like to feast on his corpse although such actions are disgusting to him.
It is the way the male watches him back and stands with a firm resolve that shakes away any intent to kill the male. The Shade settles back into the slumber of a god and he blinks for a moment, as if the smile of Tesseract is a thing quite curious.
"You think I seek fame? Fame is for the foolish. They will have it but for a short time, like you, and then it will crumble with age. No, what I seek is far beyond the confines of this world and I prepare for the next. The Shade will not abandon me." His tone is strangely calm and purposeful, as if he is the one talking to a child just as Tesseract speaks to him of such. There is passion behind the words of the alabaster male, but passion dies just as quick and he is not foolish enough to rise to it.
"Besides, I would hardly seek fame with one such as you. You are nothing anymore and you remain so." The last words become steel in his voice, resonating his warning to Tesseract to not come back to Glorall. To give up any ambitions that he still harbors. Then he grins quite suddenly, as if this was all some grand joke. It sits weird on his maw, more flashing teeth and gums than it should be.
"Progeny you say? Why would I wish for such and why would I even care? Caring is weakness, one most easily exploited." Just as swift his features become like still water again, his minds eye flashing to Cersei, who he had seen amongst the rabble in Glorall.
How furious the Fallen King had become, his words vehement and sibilant, and Underidge pricks his ears and tilts his head to the side before he nods only slightly.
"Do not return." It comes out hushed, a gentle caress of his voice as he backs away from the enraged male. Underidge, however young, is not foolish enough to risk his back to one so impassioned by fury. No, he moves a good distance away, pauses to stare at Tesseract once more so that his eyes can impart one final warning before he turns and lopes away with easy speed on long legs.
UNDERIDGE
TWO - MALE - NO HEART - OPHELIA'S SOUL
OF GLORALL - ENDERLY X BANSHEE - KILL COUNT (II)