Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-27550231-20190319145059

Praetor stopped eating, his fork mere inches from his agape mouth. The knight Warden struggled to keep a straight face as he placed his fork back upon the table. The knight stared blankly a his meal as the thoughts of the viscous Paramool being beaten and rendered into a mamono swirled in his mind. The more he wrapped his mind around the concept and repercussions the more his desire to break out into laughter lessened. It would be possible that there would be two new demon lords... It could be possible that their efforts would redouble and everything he fought for would be moot.

Praetor steepled his hands before the bridge of his nose and thought and thought and thought. His mind attempting to go through as many scenarios as possible. To identify any possibility of escape from his duty with this new hypothetical threat.

His eyes Glanced over to Marcus, Armata and Cerberus, his skin pale and mind hard at work...

"And who shall take the duty of keeper once IT is rendered in it's new form. I am more than certain that you know what would happen when IT takes it's new body... it will be hungry and I doubt a mortal man would suit it's hunger."