Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160728181314

"You confuse emotion with passion, Champion.  They cannot see nor hear us.  Behold."

Druella walks up to the captive, hedonism dripping from her body. She crawls upon the altar, and the knight begins to writhe.

"Hush...hush.  You can't leave.  You don't cry out because...why?  You want more?  Of course you do.  Just...ask for it." She slides her now nude body parallel to his, and he grits his teeth, struggling futilely. "Ask.  Ask, sweetness.  Ask me.  Beg.  Or...we play again."

Druella kneels over him. She prepares to mount the young man. Praetor can feel the knight's tears of shame welling up beneath the blindfold; he can hear the man's silent prayers to a goddess that can no longer hear him.

Victivius' voice booms from the depths. "Behold, Champion.   Gaze upon the vileness that is the scourge of humanity!  Behold the depravity, the evil that now walks upon the earth under the falsehood of Good!  You know this truth!"

He points to Praetor. "You know the evils for which the White Lilim is marked!  The planar echoes of the terror left in her wake scream out for succor, unavenged!  She lays claim to thousands of souls, all bound to her own through the suffering she has caused.  And who shall free them?  Should it be me?  I, the Harbinger of the Infinite, who knows not their sorrows?  No."

Praetor's knife shimmers, a black aura dripping from the blade. "Return her flesh from whence it came.  Her vileness marks her, and her flesh shall destroy her.  Drive deep your blade, Champion.  Strike the fear of the Avatar into the blackened hearts of Demonkind.  Let Druella's death be the final act of its vanguard, and the first tolling of its death knell.  We shall ring them from the towers, you and I!"

He awaits Praetor's strike...