Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-25808351-20160801054933

I stop dead in my tracks, the alter was a decrepit stone table draped in a red cloth. Doubt and hesitation plaques me. But worst of all, fear. I hate it's feeling, it's stigma. But I must remember, it's just an illusion. {Slowly close your eyes, think of what you hold most dear.} That's when I hear it.

"Papa." My eyes fly open, Roxanne. My daughter stood before me. Her beautiful black hair swayed in the wind, her caramel skin has the same breathtaking sheen in the sunlight as her mother. Her soft voice brings a comfort to me that I can never achieve no matter the pleasurable company I keep or the grade of alcohol I drink. Her sky blue eyes glow with the power that is gifted to her by her parents.

"Papa, you look sad. Why? Why are you sad Papa." Roxanne hugs my leg.

I kneel before my child, my hands tremble at the thought of my objective. "No sweetheart, papa isn't sad. He's happy, happy to see you." My daughter wraps her arms around my neck and nuzzles her face into my shoulder.... and I do the same. Except I apply pressure, my daughter begins tugging on my coat. She gasps for air as my arm constricts tighter. I can feel her struggling, trying to break free.

"Papa, you.... hurt me. Stop, please." I can't stop now, not now. Every cell in my body cries "enough", but I continue to strengthen my hold. I can feel it now, the end is close, she is kicking violently, doing whatever she can to break free. But a child is no match for the strength of a Destroyer, not even my own. "Paaaaaaapaaaaa!" Her tears are warm on my face, her shout for mercy haunting, just a bit more.... {It's just an illusion, it's just an illusion, just an illusion, just an illusion, an illusion, an illusion, JUST AN ILLUSION!}

The kicking slows, her grip on my coat weakens. Her arms slide off my shoulders and hang lifeless by her sides. It could have been so much easier, why couldn't I do it quickly, it was just an illusion. Why? "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The sound of my scream echoes over the dead lands. Wind violently blows my coat as I lay my treasure on the alter. A drop lands on her face and my thumb wipes away the its source. {I'm am a destroyer. I've destroyed so much, but I managed to create something wonderful. Even so, I managed to destroy it as well. I hope you're satisfied now.} My eyes open, a look of rage and new found conviction in my gaze. {I swear before the pathetic gods that watch over all, if they are even listening. Ibrahim will be free, his family healthy.... and Victivius will suffer. I will see to it personally. But Conrad, you brought this on us all, you will see me for what I am, ALL will see me for what I am. A Destroyer! Conrad, I will show what I do best, as you end I will just begin, my strength driven by this pain and I will make you choke on your own death. You will forget your goddess and pray to me before your end, pray to me for MERCY!}