Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-26517142-20161012201122

Jeiel's entire body convulses at the sight of Praetor's lower half sprinkling blood on the muddied earth. In an instant,images from the past - distant memories of carnage witnessed before his eyes - play into his head like a metronome.

"I.....killed him?!"

''Jeiel, listen to me. You have to run.''

Circe?"

''Praetor is not dead, you hear me? Don't you remember his curse? He will not die. He will resurge, but if you are still present when he does this, it is not guaranteed he will let you live.''

Then....?"

RUN.

"WHat?"

I SAID RUN!!

Pangs of regret entered Jeiel. He stumbles a bit before breaking into a feverish run. He runs,slipping again and again yet continuing to distance himself from what he had done..

"Circe I...... destroyed him..."

''Yes. ''

".. I wish I hadn't met him.... "

''Do not burden yourself anymore. It had been the thing inside you. That even now.... I have no idea how to control..''

"No..... I..."

As a twig snaps underneath his feet, something dawns on Jeiel.

"Circe. You worked under... the Lich, haven't you?"

Circe snaps back in shock.

''No..... YOU CANNOT!''

Jeiel tightens his fists. "If this is a way.. that those of Praetor's household can forget.... that Praetor can live a better life...."

He looks ahead. Heads to a new direction.

.....I'll take it."

Circe slowly bows her head.

So be it, Master.

"I'll change it all."