Fall of Olympus (2)
Sitting upon his bed, Damian looked upon the dark-golden tablet in his hands. It was without blemish, looking absolutely perfect without the slightest impairment to it. This was quite ironic, considering the tablet was the very embodiment of Chaos.
But Damian was unconcerned about that. With a command from him, his Sabre Edict flew out.
SHING!
A straight line ran through his right palm, from which blood flowed out in drops, dripping upon the Tablet of Chaos below. Almost immediately, the drops of blood got absorbed into the tablet. It trembled softly, before it suddenly shone with a dark-golden glow.
Then in a dot of dark-golden light, it sped towards Damian's forehead and vanished into it. The lad didn't stop it, he couldn't stop it, even if he wanted to. Almost instantaneously, his mind exploded with pain the likes which he had never felt before.