Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-28358106-20161112220828

The Puppeteer launches itself at me, grabbing me and jerking me away from Emilia. She screams as I lose my bond with her...she now has no control over her own thoughts. The rift the Puppeteer used is now gone, as Emelia has now rejected the spells that controlled her mind. Her mental anchor is destroyed, and there is nothing tethering her to sanity.

The last remaining shreds of her memories, pitiful shapes that surround us, begin to waver. There is a cracking sound as her mind breaks, and a black void opens in the sky, a terrible wound, the first sign of madness. Her memories shudder and break apart as they are slowly pulled into the void with a force like a hurricane.

I struggle to gain control as her sanity shreds around us. I reach with my free arm. "Emelia!  Emelia, take my hand!  Hurry!"

I reach for her again, but she is pulled away by the momentum of her own mental degeneration. The Puppeteer wraps itself around me as we are lifted into the roaring maw. The debris of a shattered sanity swirls around us, spiraling into the void, which had now taken the shape of an enormous, inverted vortex.

we are now all destroyed, the only escape is now madness, you know not what you have done

I grunt as the breath is pressed from my chest. Using what I have left, I shout over the din. "Leave her!  Leave her, and quit her mind!  Your pact is ruined!"

ruined by you for it was my hex that kept her sane now there is nothing nothing we will all die i will take you with me

"NO!"

My arcanum gathers. Emelia doesn't understand who I am, so I struggle to maintain my shape, my sense of self. Shouting, I release a burst and the Puppeteer is blasted from me by the shockwave, gathering again as a veil of shadow.

I splay my arms and legs as the destruction lifts us ever upward. My coat billows violently as if it were itself alive.

My arcanum thrums once more, swirling around me. Holding my hands together, I draw them apart, a string of living lightning unthreading itself. I crack the whip of light as I hold it in my right hand, using my left to steady myself in the updraft.

"She will not die!  You will not have this child!  Your pact is broken!  You will not have her, but through me!"

so be it

The Puppeteer lashes out with its black threads, vipers diving for the kill. I turn and strike, and strike again, slicing the Demon, the lightning writhing around me, the very embodiment of my force of will and the only light in the widening vortex...