Zeph continued to lay across his throne as he watched the two fight- though, maybe fight isn't quite the word. More like Shia playing right into what Dark Zeph wanted, and Ferondir defending himself tirelessly.
It was annoying.
Hm. Well played. Zeph said, slowly clapping, when Ferondir put Shia to sleep.
I'll make it right. Ferondir said, heroically.
My god how unoriginal are you. Zeph said, rolling his eyes.
Ferondir began quickly running towards Zeph, throwing a few fireballs as he did.
Zeph merely blinked, and twirled his index finger, causing the fireballs to halt- freezing in mid-air.
Dark Zeph cleared his throat, now sitting up right on the throne, as Ferondir neared him.
Well. Playtime's over, everyone. Zeph said, his eyes now gleaming a fear-inducing red. His voice now filled with malice, and a grim satisfaction.
Once he finished his statement, he snapped, and launched himself up from the throne.
As he did, tendrils of deep red lightning surged around the room, accompanied by time really slowing down, because of his speed.
The amount of power that child before me had stored up was a real waste.
He took a moment to observe the incredibly slowed lightning, and then surged over in front of Ferondir. (Which would have looked to be about 1/8th of a second to Ferondir.)
Zeph quickly grabbed onto just below Ferondir's neck, and sped over to the wall, slamming him against it- returning time to its normal speed in the process. He released his grip on Ferondir, but pinned his arms to the wall with a supernatural force.
He laughed slightly, not at all hiding the dark origin of the amusement.
This is what it feels like to be... powerless. He said grimly, to Ferondir- not showing much emotion in his expression.
He leaned in fairly close to Ferondir, and whispered- just so he could hear.
Get used to it. He said, his demonic grin now returning.
He waited a half of a second, and gently put his hand on the knife still in his arm.
He saw Ferondir flinch, looking quite nervous, as he gently rested his hand on it.
Don't worry. Everthing's going to be- Zeph started to say, softly- almost methodically.
Okay. He said, louder, and full of more malice- as he pushed the knife backwards, which caused a magical searing sensation on Ferondir's chest, burning lines through his possession tattoo.
Dark Zeph took a step back, to see what he had done.