Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191122174919

@Everyone

''--Once again, you disappoint me, boy. Once again, you cannot see the veil they cast over your eyes. Once again...you spring the snare wrought about--'' The shadow reflecting Prad speaks in formless tones and hushed whispers. Dead silence in the room.

''--Twice, have I tried showing you the abyss of their horror. Twice, have i attempted to showcase the bodies their ancestors have left in their wake, including that insufferable creature you keep running circles around. Twice, you have rejected it, blinded by this ignorant sense of empathy. Today, it becomes thrice--'' Close, it sits, a growing silence blaring in the young man's ears. Deafening, it cuts at his lobes as a trinkle of blood drips from both.

''--Thrice too much. You are aware of my thoughts. You know what I intent to do. The judgement I've brought on the nine before you, enthralled by their scents and their words.--'' Closer still, half the original distance between them.

''--This night you spend in the depth of depravity. Count your seconds well. Count your minutes well. Count your hours well--'' Face to face with the half-frightened young man, the man who walks in another shadow suddenly clutters his hands on Prad's cheek, deep enough for him to be blurred between hallucination and reality.

--''For they become your last. These images, I will burn from your mind as I burn the individuality from your body. With but...a...single...burning...memory...--''