Chapter 132 Owed

"You have chosen, what he didn't want."

The room burned around them, the string he once controlled burning, making a warm orange glow on them. Formoir looked over the broken room with a faint grin as his scan around the room ended on Sandel, with a faint image of him behind her. This is how I go by her hands. Ain was right on her assumption. However, Sandel is still so small, and her power is not fully known yet.

"Sandel is still so blind to what you truly have."

Formoir laughed, letting himself go. the strings around him shook with the room, having his laughter reverberate off the walls. Sandel observed him this way. Laughing as if he isn't about to be sent down for eternity, feeling invincible at the meeting's defeat, Sandel saw him wither laughing as he did with his strings moving around, 

"He's still striving over the thought of winning. At the point he's falling,"

"Sandel, aren't you going to send me down?"

Sandel vision blurred when he asked. She must have been in her own head, but she thought wrong when a tear started to fall down her face; she didn't do that. Sandel wiped it away, looking at the tear on her finger when the heat from behind her appeared again, the hand that lay on her shoulder before was there again, 

"Sandel, it is time to send the eyes down with the rest,"

The heat in the room builds with Sandels fire mixed with it, he made the glow around him brighter to make them not look to him. Sandel felt the grip tighten on her shoulder, and she tried to look back at him. Blinded by him, she turned away, hearing him huff and saying, 

"You know that you can't see me," 

"But before,"

"It's because i let it happen. After this challenge, I believe that is what you deserve." 

He finished looking at Formoir while the last wall he could see, Peter, was waiting in the dark part of the room, staring at where his eyes were. He sees me more than i thought. He moved Sandel closer to Formoir, and he stopped laughing, staring at the man behind the morrior. Formoir grinned at him, letting out, 

"You knew of this long before, haven't you," 

He laughed, looking down at the ground below them, patting it,

"You knew of them, too, haven't you, father?"

"Formoir,"

The room shook from his voice, low and defining. Formoir stared at him undeterred. If this is his last time here, then he will make it all the while worth breaking. Formoir lifts his hand, pulling himself up, staring at them with his signature grin, 

"Haven't you done this before, oww, father god, or are we the first?" 

He kept his composer holding Sandel softly, leaning down, whispering to her,

"You know what he's doing, trying to manipulate you, be wary."

"Stop Formoir,"

"You wouldn't stop until all the rebellion stops right then. Why don't you send her down with us?" 

"She isn't what you are, Formoir. Sandel chose to stay with her and protect those she cared for. You are the ones who went against me and her, who helped choose this Formoir? You, Tuatha. Ain, Peter, you've all made your choice at the end of Formoir,"

"Choice, you keep saying we have one, but it's yours at the end, not wanting us to take what we are owed."

"Owed?"

The room around them went from a pleasant heat to a furnace for one, Formoir grunted from the fire around him burning away at him, he leans back feeling his body bubble from the heat with his voice telling him, 

"You are owed nothing Formoir, you have lost it all by this path you tread on," 

He told him moving a soft heat towards Sandel. She listened to them troubled. She's known of what Formoir wanted and how he would act to achieve it, but this isn't? What he used to be, he knew his meaning in the kingdom, but growing tension and envy led him to this. He shriveled on the floor, broken like the string around him and attached to him. Burned by the fire, he sourly despised. She had his warmth around, not to burn her but to remind her, safety. That what she felt... But something laid far off, she worried, not afraid, but worried, 

"Sandel, it's time again to send one of them down. Are you certain you want to do that," 

Sandel stared at Formoir struggling to get up glaring at his form behind her, it wasn't him anymore what laid there is a new angel covered in his strings mind filled with former ambitions, his gave once annoyed at her existents now held hate and anguish in their place. 

"Sandel, you shouldn't do this, you know that,"

Formoir cooed lift his head up and summoned more strings. It crawled over him while he stared at her, the strings shift and form into Peter. Sandels eyes widen, her hand stuck to her side, even him behind her stopping, and he shouldn't be able to do that. His gripped tightened on Sandel, and he started to comfort her. He looked down at her form, her pain. he saw it all played before, but seeing one of them hurt before him made him suffer as well. 

"Sandel, he's trying to thick you please my angel, don't fall for it," 

"Come on, Sandel,"

Formoir voice sweet to her ear but her whole body shook from it, she stared at him immobilized, the same hair, eyes, face it looked so much like Peter the only thing that different is the grin he has. Peter did that when against an enemy he had to fight. 

"If you can't cast me down with his face, how can you even fight him,"

A boisterous laugh came from him, Sandel looked down from him, and her gaze subconsciously looked to her hand. She felt the fire in her hand waver.

"He's right,"

She glanced back at Formoir, staring at her with a stretched out grin, 

"I have to cast him down. If not, i would have done this for nothing, i wouldn't be able to cast Peter with them," 

Her thought is interrupted by Formoir, saying, 

"You thinking of it now, Sandel,"

He sat up leaning over hisself his gaze, catching her. He points at her and states,

"You can't send me down, Sandel..."

Formoir stopped when Sadnel raised her hand at him, a fire appeared before him, and Formoir started to panic. On the inside, he still held himself on the outside, looking at Sandel calm, 

"Sandel,"

"You're right, Formoir. i can't send him down without you,"

Sandel moved her hand down, opening the ground below him, Formoir looked at the earth below them, filled with the things his so-called father loved, tha he so loathed. Formoir tuned to Sandel with a small grin compared to what it was.

"Tell me, Sandel, would you send your precious Peter down? How intriguing, i thought you had too much heart for him, just like the rest of us cared for you," 

The fire surrounded him as he smoothed his words, made it easy for to hear but to recognize it is far harder then she perceived, that is what Formoir thought when Sandel stopped him glancing behind her at there god and heard what he has to say, 

"Sandel, it is yours to make. However, he is right, i worry for you with Peter," 

He looked between Formoir and her, counsered for her seeing thought time he saw her letting him free but there was the path she treat on now leading him down to earth,

"If that is so, then let me finish what i have treaded down apoun," 

Sandel told him, placing her gaze on Formoir, having the flames curl around him, and his strings start to unravel. Having his illusion fall apart. his face is there to be stunned for recednissin. he tried to move out of the flames closer to her, it burned him, causing him to pull back seething, hitting the floor, 

"Dammit," 

He looked around him, trying to pull out of the fire when Sandel walked closer to him, holding her hand up. Her gaze felt like it burned his own. He could burn apart but just her gaze. 

"Formoir,"

He stopped himself from shivering, the tone of her voice could make an angel fall apart, Sandel stared down at him stoic, no emotion is seen, and she told him, 

"You might have dreaded me, but Formoir i didn't dread spending what little time we had with," 

Formoir eye twitched as her word replayed in his head, Sandel moved her hand down watching the flames circle around his furious form, Sandel observed her memories with Formoir, She walked past him down a path, and she followed him, he stood above a pond controlling the ducks on it, Sandel went to move closer but he turned to her, she ducked behin a tree hearing him say softly,

"This is a battle field. That you must find a way to control it, Sandel,"

Sandel moved away from the tree, seeing that he moving the ducks on two side his strings glistening in the light before he let them go, he glanced at her annoyed,

"Now stop following me,"

"Sandel, i told you,"

She looked to Formoir her vison blurred, she only saw the ball of fire stating to fall to earth with a string coming out of it, 

"To stop following me,"