Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-26517142-20170715200237

Memphis laughs bewitchingly. "Now it dawns on you, Ibrahim of Whitemarch? For how long has it been since the Saintaur Antoinette had joined your household... is it not obvious, from the first time she had sworn to serve you? A Saintaur would not stoop down to any normal man. Lest that man.... is someone she trusts and understands completely."

"Indeed... you have done nothing to deserved any misery....and yet we recieve them. It's confusing, isn't it? As long as we live, we are exposed to fragments of misery.. and if one bears a tender heart, he will suffer. Especially him."

Memphis appears and steps atop Jeiel. And again... he screams.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA---AA-AH!"

"I'm not planning to mess with your life, Ibrahim. I want a deal... a pact with you. FOr you to make me of your life... as you are.... like Harmon was... a man of his family."

Memphis giggles. "Right now... I control life. The life of this man, underneath my heel. And if you don't listen to me right now....... he.. and that Saintaur will get it...... I can guarantee..