Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-26517142-20161013031801

Jeiel stares down at the ground, embittered by the truth.

"Indeed. I am, as what you say... a hollow puppet, whose hands are not the master of my own fate. Only time will tell when my godforsaken soul will be taken apart, removed from this plane for the sins I've made.."

"Jeiel! STOP IT!" Sebyl shrieks after him.

A shaky hand clasps at her own. She feels it. The horror... the fear.... surging from all the emotions he had held within..

"I fought Jorge, Doc. I split him in two. And in turn, I had severed my ties with them through the darkness inside me.."

Jeiel returns his gaze at Victivius. "Fine. You want me to ask what black mark in history I'll erase? I'll tell you."

Ansherine quivers and hides her face in Cybele's bosom.

"I ask that Septius may live again. That he was never slewn that day, when Nathan and I had fought in Emerald City."

Thunder rumbles in the distant gloom.

"I ask that Matris had never laid her eyes on me, nor has she ever held feelings for someone such as me."

Lightning.

"I ask that Anica Ferrum had never made her contract - and in turn, worsen the curse of the Bleeding Heart."

"....and I ask that Praetor and his ilk forget - and refuse to remember -  Jeiel Viridoma Mathantom Yozama."