One Man's Grave
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His mind caught wind of the situation as it played out. First, the barrage of chemicals or poison, he'd responded to violence with violence. The numbers grew and grew one by one, greater and greater. The crimson veil of Algos's shell formed around him and her. He closed his eyes and began considering his options; he could attack Algos and the others. It would mean certain destruction, but it would spare her organization connection to him. All this over a simple lab, his dragon entered his body once more. It seemed he wouldn't be doing anything. Escape was not possible, and people's voices blended together. It was all different voices, some scolding and others bringing about punishments.
A misunderstanding that he couldn't rewrite, he didn't have an invasion on his mind. These would have a consequence, on the one hand, death or obliteration. An idea that brought a semblance of peace to his soul. It would seem his heart demonic or otherwise wouldn't take it. He smiled a sinner's smile and decided to speak finally. His eyes looked at Algos before going towards each person.
"I'd suggest killing me; I won't go quietly into any jail. " That was one punishment he would not take no matter the crime. So if they wanted to fight and destroy him here and now. That was fine by him. Death in Brazil was suitable for an abandoned crater in the middle of nowhere. Astaroth had spent a long time running and avoiding confrontations. But for once, even though he was in the wrong. He would fight for this one thing of not being placed into some jail for failures.
A place where no experiments or scientific discoveries existed. Astaroth couldn't abide that; he would undoubtedly kill an entire population than that. His familiars, he could release them, and they could find new hosts. It was a pity he'd gotten close to the perfect corpse. A being without the needless flesh and what it brought. A family of judge, jury, and executioners.
Inhaling, he mentally prepared himself for the beating that was to come. He held no illusions of victory, but one thing he would not be doing. Even if he was going through a portal or anything of the like. Outmatched, outnumbered, and outgunned. An idea caught him; maybe he could unleash everything the virus and all the things he'd studied.
That would certainly give the world some entertainment after he was gone. But he didn't have such a desire in his heart to bring about that anarchy.
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