Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170721055759/@comment-26517142-20170909022500

(Well, this idea existed long before that. Don't worry - none of that which you're thinking is gonna happen.)

Levenstein and Parsades, well...they weren't thrown back by the Mamono looking prepared to gut them apart, or the man now enraged at the thought they planned to make a knock-off of his dead wife.

The soldiers by his side, aggravated by the attack, positioned their guns in a threatening display. And somehow, the energy from Cire didn't shatter them. They weren't made of electric...or glass....

..they were of plastic.

Levenstein cracks a smile. "Well......bringing you here has only one purpose in mind: that the Beast may find the match that will drive him to become who he is supposed to be. Shall we..."

Parsades grabs Jeiel by his arm. The man, still downed and weak, couldn't find the strength to move. At once.. Cire finds Levenstein plunging a hypodermic needle into his arm and Jeiel screams.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

"...watch the curtains fall on this final dance of the macabre?"

Jeiel slumps on the ground. And bit by bit, his eyes enrage into a full reptillian gleam. He begins to shapeshift into a gigantic, horrendous, form....saliva dripping as it and the countless heads it hosted shrieked in agony and disgust..

"NO...NO....."

="NOOOOOO ...!!!!?"=