Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180703004310

The possessed young man continues to watch her struggle to contain those reaching for her, scraping a piece of her soul with each gnash. Faces bound, eyes and jaws by darkness, yet driven by fury. Those things, literally ripping her apart.

Only for Prad to suddenly stop. The wailing hands, the moaning figures. They all stop, still clutching their part. The elder half, still somewhat whole, though her time is fleeting. He turns her from face, the vision of the outer world made clear for a moment to her. Not out of will, or desperation "Your joined filth has bellowed desperation, calling out to the rotting blank. Do you wish them to join you in fate?"

From the outside, the wall of flame had dampen, seemingly to allow Gethin to lunge against the young man. Though, were he gazing at his target, he would see the young man gazing back, eyes drenched in fiery purple. This time, his claw would have less distance covered before a black hand of smoke had grappled his. The hand leading something out of the pocket plane.

A man in black. The color of smoke. Smoke, imitating an individual. A human, yet non-present. Every aspect of his being, clothed in ash and smoke. But his grip feels real. His gaze feels heavy, purple, like the young man.

By then, he had two steps out of the pocket plane, it closing once more in orchid pillar of flame. His smoky hand had let go of Gethin's hand, its interest, null...

...until its eyes met the twin bellowing from outside. As he looked at her, a thousand eyes joined his, weighting on her, almost as if she was surrounded by watchers. Familiar watchers. The smoke entity moves his hand in a cupping display towards the spoiled one "Gazing from behind the vain dragoness and the rotting duo, I was under the impression you had fostered care for your joined abonimation. Yet you are deaf to her screams, are you not? Of course not. Animals never mend to their own, unless it brings them salvation"

Finally, its gaze turns to the one who naught once, but twice had made an attempt on his surrogate. Both of its hands, jestered at him 'You wish to suffer as they will and are. So. Be. IT."'

With no more words to utter, the smoke entity joins its hands in a spread-out palm, sending a large swath of flame