Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190305071411

He wakes in the middle of the dark, the darkest of twilight. His eyes, open to...somewhere. Somewhere empty. Pieces floating. Shackles seeping from the orchid heavens, if one was to call the sight as such. Shackles binding his surrounding.

Specks of light mirrored among the infinity skies, darkness in the seeping chasm. He sees his spectator, oh so joyfully giddy. A harrowing unusual temperment. He sees the man in the wall fixating him as he remains motionless.

"What a wonderful day we are to have in the coming dawn" he speaks of his disgustingly malevolent tone, sitting by Prad's side. The young man could only guess at how he thought tomorrow was to be a marvelous day. A battle against a god hell-bent on invading the material plane...

Hell-bent...

"Exactly..." he speaks still, the flickering twin lights in the 'heavens' revealing crossed faces, jagged limbs, bound torsos. Their eyes cast upon the two.

Jagged shackles rain down the brittle soil, piercing it apart as a chorus of wails come to deafen Prad's ears "Tomorrow, we get to find out whether a god can' ' m̧̱̟̦̩̜͍̦a̰͕͚̫̭͕͠j̣̟j͙͎͕͟a̱͈̣ͅt̙̮̬̭i͇̦̟̪...straight to hell..."

Everything turns silent in a gasp of air...