Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26517142-20160826174834

"No... NOO!!!" Jeiel sprints to the Lieutenant, but it was too late. The man had smashed the fragile being into diamondic shards.

The anger..

The anger came in like a frenzied storm.. from Haia's Allegiance. And from the one he hosted in his head.

The tyrant. The despot. The Throne Deviant of Oz.

Circe Dorothea Squall.

"Oh no...will you let them destroy the world you had so willingly  wanted to change??

---I DON'T NEED YOUR ADVICE CIRCE. I'VE FOUND MY ANSWER.

Daemonergy surged outward from my body, shaping into the vile maws of a monstrous fiend. The Lieutenant doesn't appear fazed.

"YOU SCOUNDRELS.... DESTROYING THE NATURAL ORDER OF WHAT HAD BEEN DONE BY THE DEMON LORDESS... YOU WILL SUFFER -"

No sooner had he said this...

...when he noticed 8 shadows aimed to attack HIM..