Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151105210410/@comment-24849899-20151108042427

The JubJub seemed to get the message and gasp in surprise.

"Y-you two did 'that' together? Ohh.... How wonderful, I wish you luck..." She said, blushed deeply at that thought.

Meanwhile, in Westfield.

Markus stood there, in the middle of a grassy plain with no one else in sight. The two men had escorted him to an assumed isolated location...

Markus had his mask on, hiding his expression, but deep down he felt like a train of regret hit him like no other.

He just sinned the worst out of all... He was a heretic now. A one that is damned by the world of his actions, at least according to the indoctrination he was given if you had sex with a mamono.

Which he just did all last night.

He could hear it, the voices in his head telling him to get it over with, to die in the name of the Goddess and beg for forgiveness at the gates of heaven, begging for entrance.

He unhilted his officer sabre and held it high in the air, the metal shining in the bright sunlight.

He then turned the tip of the sabre against himself, he prayed for one last time and thrusted... but was stopped by something, or someone...