Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170721055759/@comment-26517142-20170919075144

Aryan is angered. The being, using Jeiel's body as a darker form of what he is now, cringes in solid anger. His eyes and nostrils flare, but Jeiel was facing him with derelict calmness and this was ticking him off further.

'''DO YOU expect me to ALLOW this?! That I be a block of nevermeltice until TIME ceases to BE? That is NOT WHAT I was made for! FREE YOURSELF!'''

"And then what?"

DRIP.

"I allow you to jump out at random, then kill anyone you wish? In the first place.... you exist in me as a second person. But you are NOT me. I control what I want... and what I want is that you rot here, IN MY HEAD."

DRIP.

Saliva dripping mad from his chin, Aryan glowers at the man.

"You.................

DRIP.

Jeiel looks at Aryan, as if challenging the entity. "If you want something to happen.... then we MAKE a deal."

DEAL?

At this, Jeiel grins.

"You will have freedom.... and in exchange.... the minute you find my weakness...it is yours to feed."

DRIP.

Aryan's lips curl into a sneer.

"You are a Devourer, right?" Jeiel eyes him. "You prey on innocents... you slay without relent. Then... should you discover that... that's where you come in."

DRIP.

= DEAL.=

On the other hand, Racer and Suara both cower behind Laz, unsure of what to do against this being, It was ancient... unlike that of Filiphilos.... and angered beyond consolation.