His Nature

Sons of rightessness

Bridge's eyes planted upon the sight of his childhood kill, or atleast thought to be killed.
"Oh thank the skies you came Marlow," said Gem.
"Son of the god of lightning, eyes of power's legacy, Hermio's son has came."

Marlow was smiling as Gem was talking with the sparkle in her eyes, but when his sight found Bridge, when his head cocked his way, the venom of hatred and fear penetrated his mind's eye.

"You, beast of nature, they called me crazy when I told them an ape that walks in pairs nearly ended me, but now I have practically dead in the clutch of My mighty hand, I bled nearly enough to build a river to Death, but now your gonna get yours," said Marlow.

"I thought I killed you, you human cocroach," said Bridge getting up.

Bridge was about to speak again but Marlow launched himself at him, Bridge, hurtling through the wall and into the hallway, Marlow got on his knees and made his hands clutch together, making a yellow mist of power spur out into a mighty ball, holding all that power over his head, reaching for the ceiling while the meteor of flaming power grew stronger and bigger and to be dropped down like the twin towers into the stomach of Bridge, cracking the defense of bones, making the red waters travel up the mouth, and moving organs, Marlow raised his hand up again and did the same thing over and over again until Bridge had enough.
He got up to summon his curled up hand unleashing a knuckle filled hand into the wall of jaw, smashing it deeper in the mouth, making Marlow collapse in the floor.
Bridge hopped up clutching his stomach and swallowing the blood in his mouth.

"Is that all you have to show me, all this pent up anger you have for me, and that's all you have to show me, remember I not only left you in the woods alone, but I left you crippled, and I'm gonna leave you crippled only this time I'm in your element."

Marlow got up levitating in the air like a bird, but before they could dance in voilence again, seas of wizards and munks smashed blows on him on every direction pounding him like burning flames until his vision turned black.

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When he woke up, Bridge was in a dark cell, pools of urine near the toilet, beds hard as granet stone, and the bars, thick as a tree, and hard as Zeus's pillars holding his mansion.
He could hear the herds of yells that the prisoners made, the riots and voilence they made, some of the most voilent and dangerous men and woman were put here, tough enough to stand up to demons, scary enough to make the greatest of warriors studder, and dangerous enough to be contained.

Bridge stared at the blackness of the prison.