Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190510140200

"You know who this entity is" The bright mote speaks with regret in its tone, shamefeul, even.

"Brace yourself...from here on, this is a horror show" Adds the dark rift, unfiltered in its disgust, not unlike the bright's shame.

"S̝̯̖̲h̦̘̼̘̯e̦̝ ̳̤̦̰̗̬a͍͇̰͕̹͖̠w͉̪̘a̩̤̤̞͚it̗͙͇̫̖s̳͖,̰̜̹̘ ̝̱̫̺M̬͙a̱̮̤k̻̺̘̰̱o̦̹̬ͅ" He speaks again, his voice, burning and echoed in each one's minds. His jagged finger pointed at the disgrunted leader.

His hand, however, is batted by the spear of the closest tribe man "You dare call out our leader! Fiend! Demon! Your unholly blood will not stain our lips! We will cast you to the--

His voice, as well as his throat, are cut mid-sentence by the impromptu apparition of an abomination few recognize as the combination of à tonfa and a kama, divided to two.

He desperately holds on to his throat in its futility, almost decapitated. His wound turns to glass. His blood solidifies. The contagion spread from the cut throughout his body. His wail, captured in an eternity as he became petrified, the only thing seeipng from his glassy corpse. One that falls to the floor of Agraba, its shattered dust spreading to the confines of time, far from home.

"Nooooo! Ne'ko!" shouts another tribeman, distraught by the sudden death of his kin "Demon Damnable demon! You knew we buried our dead, and you!...you!"

The Sanguine Comedian brings the combinations of the twin tonfa-kama close to his face, his hands gleaming with the gilded arcane. Another shape of ethereal magic, one that spreads beyond the confine of one plane.

Apparitions of the man collide behond each of the members, the latters prepared to engage in singular combat...unprepared for a singular life-snuffing slash to their collective throats. Their trinkling blood splatter the floor as no liquid, but fossilied glass, their bodies twisted to their last pose of death. They too, wither to dust, forgotten.

All save for Mako...