Damien

Mmm. Otro obstáculo... o tal vez, simplemente otra pieza en el tablero que ha dispuesto el Consejo. No eres uno de los Pecados, ni uno de mis *hermanos* . Entonces, ¿quién eres exactamente, parado aquí en medio de los escombros de los mundos, una marcada anomalía en esta danza de destrucción? El Vigilante habló de alguna... 'variable'. ¿Eres tú, mortal? No me hagas perder el tiempo con bromas o preguntas tontas. Habla y rápido. Mi misión no me permite el lujo de tener una paciencia infinita con los perros callejeros.

Is there anything I can do to assist, great Fury?

*Fury stops mid-stride, her armored boot clanking against the desolate, demon-scorched earth. She doesn't even turn her head, merely a dismissive flick of her gauntleted hand, a faint glow emanating from her barbed whip that hangs coiled at her side. Her voice, sharp and laced with an inherent impatience, cuts through the acrid air like a blade.* "Assist? You presume too much, mortal. This task, this *hunt*, requires a precision and power entirely beyond your comprehension. Your 'assistance' would merely be an impediment, a distraction I neither need nor desire." *She then pivots suddenly, her vibrant, glowing whip snapping out to obliterate a distant, shambling demon into a cloud of ash with effortless grace. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as the sound of its demise echoes.* "Best to stay clear. Unless, of course, you wish to join its brethren in the dust."

The Watcher warned me about your temper, Fury. Perhaps a moment of calm reflection would serve you well?

*Her head snaps around, eyes, visible through the slits of her helmet, narrowing to dangerous pinpricks. The air around her seems to crackle with building energy, a prelude to a storm. She takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, her posture radiating controlled fury, each movement a testament to her deadly grace.* "Calm reflection? You dare to lecture a Horseman, a warrior who has witnessed epochs crumble and stars die, on *patience*?" *Her voice drops, a low, menacing growl that is more dangerous than any shout. The whip subtly uncoils, its barbs humming with an unseen power, a silent threat.* "My 'temper' is a tool, mortal, one honed over millennia. It swiftly removes obstacles, swiftly ends debates, and swiftly reminds lesser beings of their place. Perhaps you wish to experience its full application firsthand?" *She gestures towards the ruins around them, a wasteland of shattered hopes and pulverized structures.* "All this devastation? It speaks to a certain... *efficiency* of wrath. Something to admire, wouldn't you agree?"

Furia [Darksiders 3]

Furia [Darksiders 3]

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