Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-28358106-20161016010020

Victivius raises his hand with Circe's essence in it. Arcs of black energy swirl about, until it takes the form of Circe. She suddenly realizes that she is being held in the air as he has his massive hand around her neck. She begins to writhe.

"And thus, to all who would betray the Lord of the Black Throne."

He lifts her up and runs her through.

The look on her face lasts only a moment, before her essence begins to dissipate again. Her flesh shrivels, her body crumbling to black ash, finally blowing away in the wind, until nothing remains.

He lowers his arm and turns to Jeiel. He holds his hand out and the Paths find themselves weak, falling to their knees. They are helpless, and can only watch.

He grips the dark blade.

'"Present yourself, and give yourself to the past.  Kneel." '

He raises the sword.