Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170126124847

Cyndwella looks at him sadly.

"You don't understand. You really don't, do you?"

She pauses, but her eyes never leave his. Her face begins to darken, an oppressive mood falling around her. Even pinned to the table, Marcus can feel the cold fingers of horror finding their way into the room. The air becomes cold and lifeless, the luster leaving her cheeks.

"The utter horror of death beyond death...so few can comprehend it. It wasn't meant for the mortal mind to fathom."

Her tines begin to writhe slowly. Marcus feels himself being lifted into the air, close to Cyndwella. Her voice is quieter.

"You once asked me about my husband. I told you he was unequivocally evil, and I didn't lie.  So where does that leave me?  Very much the same.  The darkness you know is but the shadow cast by the black nothing in which I dwell.  You do not understand."

He is in front of her now, held up like a sacrifice. She reaches out and puts her fingers on his face, and they are cold and clammy. "...But there is a way I can make you understand. Only then will you know the true depths from which we crawl." She tilts her head back and closes her eyes, her voice almost a whisper. The room resounds with evil.

"Dark Father, hear my plea. I offer this sacrifice unto you, that others may look to him and shudder, that he may be a black lantern that is the beacon of your presence." She looks down to Marcus once more.

"I'm sorry, but this is the only way you'll understand..."

With a slap she plants her face right on his stomach.

-FFFFFFRRRRRRrrrrrRrrrrRRRRRrrrTtttTt-

She exhales rapidly, making a huge farting noise and tickling his stomach. He throws her head back and rolls up her eyes. Instantly the aura of evil is gone.

"Oh Big Daddy, may these raspberries please thee!" She plants her face again.

-ffffrrrRRrRRRrrRrRrrRrRrRt-

She begins ticking Marcus' feet. "Say it! Say 'I'm a happy twinkle toes!'  SAY IT SAY IT SAY IT!"