Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-26517142-20170613055603

Alcamarie laughs even as the 10 swords threaten to cut her clean. She took his threats as if they were a joke. Her shattered form restored to its original self.

"OF COURSE. You won't be the one to kill me. HE will."

She gestures to a forming image from a magic circle in front of Armata and Praetor. Appearing there was a man who save for the sin of looking oblivious, had nothing in his mind but to preoccupy his wives. Jeiel.

"You, on the other hand, will suffer a fate worst than death. Everything you know and desire will disappear, right before your eyes.... just like fleeting memories in that head of yours that no matter how much you make it shatter, will return so as long as the Maou LIVES..."