Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-26852465-20160328200734

Something inside him snapped... as he felt her love washing over him. It was a sensation he was not used to. Because of his age, Monsters would not touch him. The Chief God, too.. bred him to not feel love, as a "Hero" blessed by her power. It was enough to make him let go, and fall onto his back. Love, to him.. was far more painful than any mortal wound, or injury. A machine, bred for hateful, brutal killing.. he could not comprehend it. His wounds did not close further.. in fact, they seemed to get worse by the second. In mere seconds.. he lay in a puddle of his own fluids.. his phantoms dispersed, and his body writhed on the ground.. not making a sound as his mind was drowned in a pain he couldn't understand.. the pain of being shown love; when his mind was absent of it. He had never been shown love.. left to do nothing but kill.. well, it seemed as though Belladonna found his weakness.