Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170911041712

'''Poor hateful child...how could I make you do such a thing when I'm not even moving? Perhaps you should ask yourself that question.'''

''As he says this, the world turns gray from current Jeiel's point of view. His movement slows to a crawl, like mollask and then stops entirely. His sight is preserved even with the frozen flesh...''

...though it may end up causing more suffering.

''A black smoke starts coming out of Jeiel's entire being. One that smudges the exterior of his skin. Slowly, it peels itself out of him, spurning away like a molting reptilian. A perfect replica of Jeiel is peeling off himself. ''

Well...almost perfect.

''His molt state is black as the night, devoid of any other color, as they would likely be devoured by the dark. His eyes, robbed of their soft side, usurped by the indifferent crimson shade perpetually inhabitating their futur home.''

''His...Akala Matra moves its final component out of Jeiel, its molt foot. Its visage, disfigured by a sentiment so foreign to Jeiel, something he'd never think to show at his worse enemy.''

''The Matra turns to both Jeiel, who could feel his limbs working again, but still robbed of color in the gray shade and the messenger, a face shrouded by Jeiel's own mind, refusing to acknowledge such a face, save for the eerie eyes. It seems to be focusing especially on Jeiel, before turning back to Elona, still weeping on the floor.''

''Slowly, it starts walking toward her, in a twitching manner. Its hand especially, open in a malicious wy and its neck slightly bend on the right...''