Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191202045804

@Hound

He hugs her close, closing his eyes "Don't worry. I will. I'm no longer going anywhere. I'm sticking here...with you--

A faint smell. A slight sight. A shadow, the mere shadow of what it was. Crawling, hate in its face...unrelenting hate --I'm coming for you...boy--

Seeping in tar, with no host to wrestle control, he was fleeting. HIs projection. And yet...he crawls, crawls without end --''Do you hear me? Traitor to our kind...--''

His force, spent, he bellows his vengeance in one...last...shriek. One last curse ''--To the depth of this world! To the corners of its realm! I will haunt you! You, and everything you hold dear! I will haunt them! Kill every! Single! One! Bulge out your eyes and force them open as witnesses! And then...only then! WIll I drag you! To the very depths of hell! The cold ninth! Itself! Do you hear me, boy?! Pranidhi will drag this worm-filled carcass of yours straight to hell! You and this cesspit you call a realm! Every...single...one...--''

An at last, he falters completely. The projection of the gray man, with nothing to anchor it, dies. The tar withers, consumed by a flight of orange gleam. To ash. To dust. Nevermore...