Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191217153038

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"Of course you'd be still here..." The young man voices an echo in the darkened sludge, steps reveberating behind him. The mirror that he stared at, his best view of whatever approached him.

Twitching, shambling, crackling and creaking, another...man? Or so it looked, its faces and eyes, blindfolded by what looked to be the mask of a seer. The eyes behind it looked to be perpetually weeping, as black tears traced down once in a while, accompanying a sobbing whisper, hushed by the voice that inhabits the body. An armored caricature of a fallen warrior.

'']Of course I would be here, lamb. I warned you, did I not?['' It approaches from behind, the mirror spoiling its closing distance, stopping only within centimeters of Prad. A flickering blade now underneath his throat, continually phasin in and out of reality as its wearer, a curse on this plane of existence '' ] You remembered my words, did you? That us why you fleed to this place, just to avoid getting anyone else caught in this...feuding relationship of ours[''

"..." Prad breathes sternly from his nose, refusing the parole. He know it wouldn't kill him. It saw the entire debacle minutes ago. He knows its thoughts.

A twisted huff seeps from the drifter, possessed by another '']You know I won't kill you now. As that you now see where my words came from.[ Harrowing laughter from its weeping chords, a amalgam of sobs and chortle ]Only now, you see the true failure of compassion for these creatures. Hahahaha, now they get to rule this formely twisted place of their. And, my, oh my, this scientist, how scruptuous. I wonder what delicacy of corpses he'll trail in his wake. Hmm, hmm, ohh, I won't need to ponder. Maybe...I'll just have a look-see[''

Another laughter as it now pulls its blade away from Prad's throat '']You thought they would care. Hahahaha...you thought your suffering in their realm would have a meaning. Hahahahaha, your failure is so entertaining to see wash on your face. You killed a tyrant and replaced him with another. One that cannot even entertain the illusion of safeguarding his own shambling slaves''[.

Of course, he wouldn't kill him. It was fun to see this place creep with corruption. To see his former puppet ache with the realization. Why kill him now, when the spectacle prior was to enjoyable to close so soon?