Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151028205131/@comment-26948101-20151207210836

Her mother was getting ready to read her the riot act and she wasn't sure what Mari was doing there, but Ilassa ignored them as she scooped up one of the bracelets she had custom-made to inhibit her demonic aura and sprinted towards the urgent care tent where she saw the medics take Laskey.

"I'm so sorry....I'm so sorry...." she said as she elbowed her way past HLF sentries and medics to get to the general's bedside. "I'm so sorry...." It almost became a mantra for her....

"General...I know you have no reason to do so, but please....trust me" she said in her softest voice to an agonized and increasingly frightened Laskey as she slipped the bracelet on his right wrist. She didn't have time to explain that the trinket also served the dual purpose of shielding the wearer from powerful demonic auras such as hers if a human were to wear it.

Instead of apologizing, Ilassa closed her eyes and began chanting in some long-forgotten language that predated her mother's reign by several millennia. As she was reciting this incantation in the long dead language, a thin, translucent violet circle manifested itself over the fresh wounds on Laskey's leg.

"Teec Nos Pos Pan Tak Gu Vo!"

Ilassa opened up her eyes as she finished the incantation, just in time to see the circle, now adorned with runes radiating from its center sink down and cover Laskey's leg, seemingly cauterizing the wound with a shimmering white light.

She should've been satisfied, but Ilassa knew there was more to come and dreaded the anticipated results- even though this was a situation of her own making.

The bleeding had stopped and the white light was now a pea-sized glimmer that was floating above the semiconscious general.

"Ilassa!? What have you done?" she heard a voice call out. It was Mari.

Before she could answer her older sister's question, the floating light shot its way into Ilassa's lower right thigh.

For a moment, nothing else happened. Ilassa was wondering if she had done the incantation properly or if maybe Laskey's injury wasn't as bad as she had feared.

Your pain shall be my pain Your suffering shall be my suffering Your burden shall become mine I, Ilassa the thirteenth demon princess, swear this to you, General Laskey

At least that's what she envisioned herself telling the increasingly bewildered-looking general on the hospital bed before her. However, reality had other plans as her legs gave out beneath. It felt as though someone had shot a white hot railway spike into her leg just above her kneecap. The 13th Demon princess was now writhing on the floor in agony.

"OOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!! By my mother's throne" she wailed. "THIS HURTS, DAMN IT!!"

She put her hand on her lower thigh and immediately saw blood. ''Is this how bad it felt for Laskey? He'll never want to speak to me again after this and I couldn't blame him.....''

"AAAAH! PLEASE! In the name of Aires or Poseidon....somebody please...make it stop......" she lamented as she continued writhing on the floor.