Editing Tranch warfare for a noble (section)

==Chapter 20: The Contest==

Georgio frowned. As well as he could accept he had become a monster, that all he touched would suffer and die... He found his body impractical.

"How will I have my revenge if my nature is seen from klicks away?", he muttered in dismay.

"What is wrong with it? You are strong. You are agile. Even if you can't charge in, you can easily sneak in and butcher everything you see", the red one said. His name was Balkos, Georgio remembered. His memory was getting hazy as of late.

What Balkos said was true, and it would be ideal to feel everyone he hated die by his hands... But it couldn't be that simple. Mere death of everyone he hated would not be sufficient to drown his boiling anger.

"You simpleton wouldn't understand. He wants to enact his revenge in more subtle ways... So he can stand over his dying enemies, look at their eyes and let them know their failures and suffering were all engineered by him, to let them know how inferior they were" the blue one said. He had said he had a thousand names. The one he told to Georgio was Clea'azin.

Georgio was taken aback by the mental image, for he could not imagine anything more pleasant than seeing his enemies realization of his greatness... But how could he create a plot so masterful for every single human and mutant if this was the limit of his imagination?

"Such impatience... Maybe he wants to outlive them... See them grow old and rot away", the green one speculated. He had a strange name, Georgio thought: Ugzlav. Who named their child Ugzlav?

The thought did please him, but he'd be quite old by the time everyone he hated would be dead, not to speak of the boredom of sitting back for years.

Or he wants to torture them. Enjoy their pain, hear their screams turn into the most exquisite form of music... Turn them into undying art", the pink one mused. She was called Kacyias.

She was most often quite extreme, but after she said it, Georgio couldn't help but feel her advice would please his artistic side more than the others... Before reminding himself of his lack of creativity, making him more of a watcher or listener of art rather than making it himself.

"He needs a strong body", Balkos growled.

"He needs a body that can move unseen", Clea'azin grumbled.

"He needs a resilient body", Ugzlaw mumbled.

"He needs a perfect body", Kazyias moaned.

"What do you want, Georgio?", they all asked in unison.

They all wanted him to choose their way. They wanted him to give more of himself to them. They wouldn't let the others get him. He would be a pathway to reality for one of them.