Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-25808351-20160727002837

"What do you want?!" Hound shouts to his father.

"I'm here for your salvation...." Cerberus responds.

"My salvation? Why would you care?" Hound skeptically asks.

Cerberus leans in. The burning red eyes get close to Hound. Close enough to that the light showering the bridge illuminates Cerberus's snout, but the rest of his main head still shrouded in darkness. His black fur is as dark as the room, the light shining off of his bare jagged teeth. His jaw is titanic. It could engulf the bridge as if it was nothing. His foul breath wreaking of death. "Call it, paternal instinct...." Cerberus says very sternly.

Hound watches as the massive beast dissolves into a stream of black smoke that twists through the air like a snake. The smoke hits the bridge on the opposite side of Hound's sword and takes form. Cerberus now appears as a man in a hooded black fur cloak that covers his entire body. His face completely shrouded in darkness inside the hood, only his Crimson, glowing eyes can be seen. His cloak moves unnaturally, as if alive. The frayed ends at his feet split off from the cloak and rise like ashes and flame, yet the cloak never gets smaller.

"I'm here, because you are dying...." Cerberus stares at Hound awaiting an answer. A foul tension in the air as these two dogs stare eachother down.

"I'm dying? Don't make me laugh." Hound says arrogantly.

Cerberus does not respond. His eyes narrow and in a instant he is face to face with Hound, a loud horrific crunch followed swiftly. Hound looked down, to see his father's hand on his left rib cage area, his fingers dug into Hounds skin. The pain was so fierce Hound could not scream. Hound convulsed not blood, but a black tar like substance. Cerberus let go and Hound dropped to his knees, shocked at what he regurgitated.

"That, is from the miasma." Cerberus begins circling Hound, who remains on his knees, coughing up more of the foul substance. "It has infected every fiber of you and now it is destroying you from the inside out. Soon you will be dead, HA HA HA HA! Death, mortality! These are words that mean nothing to someone like you and me! Yet here you are. Your strength fading, your body failing, you disappoint me son." Cerberus continues his predatorily circling.

"But you can save yourself, you must destroy Victivius, his very being....." Cerberus stops in front of Hound places his left hand on the hilt of the massive blade imbedded in the bridge.

"You mean his soul?" Hound asks weakly.

"Yes, you must destroy or consume it. Only then will the miasma be rendered harmless." Cerberus pulls the sword from the bridge and proceeds to swing it in a testing fashion.

"Is it even possible, to consume such a powerful being? He's practically a god!" Hound shouts in rage.

Cerberus stops swinging the greatsword and crouches down in front of Hound, the greatsword slung over his shoulder. "Of course it's possible, gods are just as fragile as anyone else. Their souls are as easy to rip out as a weed." Cerberus says.

"So what, you saying your a god eater?" Hound looks to his father, legitimately wanting an answer.

"I was at one point. Now, I'm more of a world eater...." An evil grin appears on Cerberus's face, Hound could tell because he could see his father's bare teeth inside the shroud of the hood. Jaw lined with sharp dog like teeth. Hound felt a chill wash over him, he knew it was true. His father, stripping a world of its very lifeforce left Hound speechless.