Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190525013000/@comment-38232361-20190615182148

(It's fine, I'll try and figure something else out)

Mirabelle slowly shuffles to the wagon, fighting back the urge to breakdown into tears over the news of Ben's transformation.''But why? Why would he be reborn there? Why did he deserve to become a hellspawn if he wasn't bad?''

MEANWHILE, in the hidden chateau...

The interior of The Silver Mask's home was grand and ornate, polished white marble floors and pillars with dark red carpets and plush furniture decorating it elegantly. Mosaics of past triumphs and portraits of The mask himself or others wearing their own personalized masks of silver adorned the walls around the Dark Elf visitor. Descending from the grand staircase is a twin-tailed Inari with reddish-violet hair and fur in a French maid uniform. She approaches Freya and gives a curtsey. "You wish to... meet with the master... yes?" She cooed in a slow and seductive voice.