Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180703234730

The young man looks down as the dying vampire finds his leg to burrow the vestige of his power. He looks almost curious, unfeeling of the blow even as it draws blood. Control, yet disconnected.

Alas for the one naalmef Valoriena, her brief freedom from the cursed gauntlet came false. Her foot seeking to bury in the young man's face is instead ripped f on the rest of her body, her soul, by one of the hands. Only, this one had a body with it. One of the countless she had killed in the past, bound by shackles and blindfold, as well as a mouth fold.

"You wished to join oblivion so badly...so be it. The Never End is upon you", speaks Prad, as the rest of hand uncover from the earth, hands and bodies grasping at her. Shackles burst from Prad's cursed hand, binding her flesh at her current position.

Helpless against the victims of her past deeds. Their hands ripping her soul to shred in a never ending stream of jagged lacerations. Slowly, by the measure of time in the pocket plane. Yet in real space, this unfolded in but a second.

The pillar dissipates, revealing Prad, walking away from the elder gemini, her body dried to black ash, having suffered the death of her soul. Whim to the winds feeding upon it.

He stops for a moment, inspecting the leg. Bloody. The one named Gethin had delivered a solid strike. Limping would be the mold. The body screams for relief... from everything.

It is denied that, the man sprinting to follow his specter. The specter that hunter the one named Violetta's mist. The walls around her fleeting form collapsing into flames until her right of passage is challenged by a gate of orchid fires, gnashing at her. .