Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190401165541/@comment-26517142-20190420042805

@Joseph

Jeiel folds his arms. "Not really. As you say... the whole thing is just... confusing. Even for you - as a clown who is being drawn into a prophesy that makes no sense. Oh yeah.... remember the poetic lines from Jalken? I've been... trying to dig around what it means."

''It is a line once stated by a loon who got lost in the Naether. It was lost in history, that line. But it seems Jalken memorized it by heart.''

Circe appears from Jeiel's ear, forming out of a wisp of smoke into her purple-skinned, white-clothed Demoness with two pairs of horns, wings and a pronged tail - sitting on the empty air.