Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20190510171354/@comment-26517142-20190601155205

As Aro placed a hand on Jeiel's chest... there was a soft glow as Jeiel's ragged and pained state of mind went at ease. Aryan is twitching... in anger. In resentment. The First Horror was.... curling around Jeiel and then bellowed.

'''"AND NOW YOU COME NEAR HIM AFTER NEARLY SNAPPING HIS MENTAL CONTINUITY -??!!" '''Aryan stomps its feet...and the rest of the Gremory members are shocked. Seeing such a hulking beast sent chills down their spines

=STAY AWAY FROM HIM !!!!=

"..... Aryan. CEASE."

"DOROTHEA SQUALL -"

="I SAID CEASE!!=

Compared to Aryan... Circe was ... still hugging Jeiel. And yet now... Jeiel was still weeping. Deep in his heart... a pain in his past never seemed to leave. It was more than a memory he could not forget...

It was a scar that haunted him.. for the rest of his life.

"...... stop it. Please..."

His hands curled... to which Circe tenderly closed it.

True... Arael shared his soul... but he could never remove a marred identity. Not when it had already embedded itself within.

Circe pulled herself up. Her body was shaking... but for the first time ... she was weeping. Her eyes were wet in tears. And she glared at Aro.

".... SEND. US. BACK. NOW."