Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-31049256-20180130093231

(BT) "I have the might of the name you now stand upon...or rather you are privy to because of your own past with one of her kind." Arden states, lazily trailing his finger along the crystal.

"It is a name that transcends death, as mere men are able to grasp it. It's utterance will be a like a soothing dream to those that support me on my path, and conjure a most bloody nightmare to those I wish dead for their sins." he adds, his tone remaining unnervingly pleased.

As Jorge looks to the Rune again, now able to see the full rune all at once from where he now stands with Arden, he feels his mind itch with the whispers of Chaos. These whispers, which would be incomprehensible to anyone else, are just within Jorge's grasp of understanding.

Though it matters little. The words are quickly drowned by the growing pain in his skull. When he closes his eyes, the image of the rune seems burned into his mind, and with it comes a dreamlike vision. He spies men, their necks just at the base of their skull branded with the rune given over to the mamono within the wall willingly. Then when they lie with the mamono, as the monster's hands brush the rune for a kiss the scene becomes not one of lust, but exactly what Arden promised. The magic laden touch of the mamono trigger the rune, and the men, in a dark specitcal, change into various beasts, devouring the surprised women below them.

With the mages holding the barrier gone in scores the scene turns to a veritable sea of madmen and beasts that charge the Demon Capital, tearing through the surprised mamono faster than the Demonic Energy can turn their number to mamono. The beasts, unable to think beyond the kill, charge in droves over every fellow that falls, devouring even their own as they mamonofy and a madman undergoing a transformation to take his comrade's place.

Soon the only defense left is the married who kill to defend their families. Even still, as the single mamono dwindle the madmen take their beastal kin's place. With no worry of enslavement to mamono nethers the men charge just as surely as the beasts, with the key difference of care for their self preservation for the sake of landing the next blow to coat themselves a darker shade of red. As the Maou's army is swallowed by beasts and madmen the scene flows to the Maou's own chamber door. He realizes he is standing there himself, looking back to see the hall filled with the remains of those that barred his path, but also enough beasts, grown to even more powerful undead darkbeasts from their number slain by the married souls, and madmen to occupy the Dark Hero while he deals with the Maou herself...

When he opens the doors however Jorge finds himself back in the cold wet sea of darkness with Arden, who now is seated at the opposite end of the rune.

"I hope that will satisfy you. Of course, what comes next would be determined if you would aid me, and what comes before is crucial for it to be more than a lovely dream. So what say you Sir Jorge? Surely you wish to see your long journey ended? Ended so you may be free to hold your daughter without the threat of your cruel mistress expecting one man do what even she cannot for a lonely eternity?"