Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-25808351-20170228045113

"Of course, you won't here from me again...." Marcus says quietly. He leaps over the railing and plummets to the ground, landing at the bottom of the tower. Silently he pushes past the crowd like ghost in a sea of people, no acknowledgements, no consolations. He leaves the Mori behind. For what seems like hours he walks through the endless realm until he reaches the familiar scenery. Marcus stops at the body of his father and looks over it.

"I dont know what I expected or hoped for, old man. All this power and no satisfaction, all the time spent fighting you, I didn't get to say goodbye to her." He picks up Cerberus's body and carries it into the vortex that lay beyond the broken gate. On the other side is a room similar to that of Victivius' throne room. Multiple thrones are placed in specific points in a spherical chamber, each has a fire bowl next to it burning a flames of various colors.

One by one Marcus walks to each flame and snuffs them out. He looks around the room and sees his Dragon hide trench coat, draped over his father's throne. Slipping on his coat the Wardog cuts a whole in space, he looks back on the bodies of his kin and almost breaksdown.

"Why, why do I care?" He growls with tears in his eyes. Marcus reaches down and hauls out his father and the rest of the hell beasts through the portal back to Zahmeria. High atop the mountain where the explosion occurred, Marcus sets each of his family members next to one another on the ground in a line. Using the last of his power, he ignites their bodies with his cobalt flame, watching silently as the they burn away.

"Now I truly am the only one of my kind...."