#almost tempted to call this version soth'torath but that would be too much work lol

[askthetoppatclan]

Clarkson, you have to understand why Seth had to. The reason why. He still considers you your friend even though he has left the clan..

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Clarkson didn’t care what Seth’s intentions were. Their friend was dead and Seth wasn’t there. No, he went to the enemy to help them instead of the people he dared call his friends. They made their message clear. And this time, Seth had no issues interpreting it:‘I hate you.’It couldn’t have been any clearer. ‘I’ve had enough of people pretending to be my friend, only to turn their back and leave the second it becomes convenient for them. You’re no better than any of them, even if you think you’re the nicest person there is. You aren’t. You’re only a good friend when it’s convenient for you. And I hate you for this. I hate you for everything you pretended to be and for everything you are now. I hate you.’

Clarkson was shaking as they repeated the sign again and again, tears streaming down their cheeks as they hoped Seth would understand this one time that what he did had consequences.

“What?! After everything I’ve done, you treat me like THIS?! I’ve done the RIGHT thing! I’m giving up my right to go home! I’ve been nice to everyone, tried to be everyone’s friend and YOU TREAT ME LIKE THIS?!”

Seth was seeting with anger, the fury boiling from deep within his stomach as he felt himself losing control. It felt like a bad time to reveal the bad temper he’d been  hiding all this time, but he just couldn’t hold back the anger. He hated being condemned, being ‘hated’ by someone, especially when he didn’t do anything wrong.

“You hate me. Is that it?” Seth began to grow, his skin tearing and horns growing. His complete form changed the angrier he got. 

“Take it back.”  Seth demanded one last time.

Clarkson stood their ground, glaring up at Seth. They wanted to see how good of friends they really were of if they ended up being right after all.

“Fine then.” Seth ground out, his voice nothing more than an animalistic growl as he turned into a behemoth of a demon he had only used once the past few months. He was the size of a house, with wild hair and razor sharp teeth and glowing pupils in hollow eyes. He was power, fear and fury.

“Mortals.” He spat condescendingly, slamming his fist on the ground. “They never know how good they had it being friends with me until they come face to face with my wrath. I betrayed you, is that it? I hurt you?! You don’t know pain! You don’t know anything!”

He roared, his voice carrying across the entire bloody battlefield. Multiple heads turned, the battle paused for just a second as everyone attempted to comprehend what was going on.

“You will regret treating me like this.” He growled.

#story #clarkson #seth #almost tempted to call this version soth'torath but that would be too much work lol #yeah seth isn't perfect he's got a massive pet peeve as you can see #you can decide who's truly wrong in this situation or if either of them even are