Sold my Soul to the Devil for You

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[spiritedgangster]

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The Witch scoffs at Corbel’s comment and offers nothing more; she remains focused on the task at hand, which is thinning the horde of Eldritch underlings. An impossible task… so it may seem. Impossible is a word reserved for those boring, narrow-minded, and lacking creativity — there’s always a solution to every problem it just takes a moment or two to find it.

It’s a bit unnerving to have the idiot and his new “best friend” watching her every move. By simply watching a target in silence, one can learn much — she knows this well. What she needs right now is a diversion, something to take their attention away from her and allow her freedom to truly unleash unholy hell on the battlefield. The less information Lithos gathers of her and her capabilities the better.

Corbel has a few weaknesses she knows of, but one in particular she can exploit with certainty — his brother, Habit. Cause and effect. With Habit suddenly appearing on the battlefield it will likely cause Corbel to spiral out of control in a fit of rage, which in turn will cause Lithos to correct and regain his control over his tool. This chain reaction with hopefully give her a brief window of opportunity.

…Of course, Habit will have to agree to this madness first. She can choke on her pride long enough to beg, right? With a sigh, Regina filters through her feed of voices until she finds the one she’s looking for.

Her bow is summoned to her hands, an arrow of holy origin already drawn, and she takes aim. After finding an appropriate target, she releases the arrow. She retrieves another arrow, takes aim, and releases. These series of actions are repeated. Most of her focus stays on the battlefield, with small parts of it divided into watching the creep show above her and Habit.

‘Habit.’ She calls from the shadows, 'I’ve no reason to ask this of you, but I need your help.’

Corbel was really none the wiser, merely watching Regina cutting through the army. Or try to anyway. He was all too amused with watching and chuckling, not moving from his spot. They surely had this in the bag.

Deep within the Void, however, there was someone walking on through, keeping mostly to himself with faded, orange eyes looking about. How long had HABIT been walking? Who knows. But he just....didn’t feel right being out of the Void. So when he were to hear a voice from around him, he froze and looked around, trying to find the source of it. Only when he listened, did he recognize who the voice came from.

Regina.

“...My help?” He spoke with such uncertainty of what exactly the witch was going to ask for. Sure, he could immediately jump to her aid and help her, but he’s been through hoops like that many times before and boy, he surely was reminded of the one time he did and was nearly killed by Geist. Nope, not having that happen again. But this was Regina and, despite things that happened, she still helped him, and gave him a sort of will to continue on. Wasn’t exactly the best reason for it, but he was curious.

“...a’ight, I’ll bite. Whatcha askin’ fer, Regina?”

[spiritedgangster]

occultistdesign:

She does pay close attention to the puppet and his puppeteer despite her attempt at thinning the horde of grotesque creatures. So. This “Lithos Pro” has taught that old dog a few new tricks, hm? Interesting. Well, as the saying goes; expect the unexpected.

Regina gives a small eye roll at his attempt of taunting her. She isn’t here to impress anyone. This is war not a catwalk.

An artifact, a staff is summoned to her hands. Those of her timeline would know this staff… It was one crafted by the Mad-God himself and once given to his chosen Champion — the Wabbajack. Slamming the butt of the staff into the ground, those in her immediate area are turned to chickens. Then, the staff is summoned away.

A tactic albeit a hilarious one. Sheogorath is certainly having a laugh. “Didja see that Haskil?! Ahaha! The lass used the Wabbajack, my Wabbajack!”

Still. She needs to draw Corbel’s attention away from her… but how?

Despite how much she and her army were doing to thin out the creatures, more seem to appear and take their place, like an entire arsenal and then some. Corbel was merely watching things unfolding from above though...he’ll have to admit.

Turning some of the creatures his boss summoned into chickens was absolutely hilarious!

A chuckle escaped from the skeleton as he merely walked from above, still moving across the unseen threshold. Still, with everything going on, he still had those eye sockets locked onto the woman. There was no way that he was going to keep her focus off of her. After all, the boss made his demands clear for him to hear. He wanted Regina, this mage, within his grasps. And he was going to make sure that it was done.

“ h̴̀eh̵̀e̶, ̸t̸̡̨ḩ̶͠a̡҉t̶ ͟͞wa҉ś̸͞ ͢f̷͘͢u̶͟n̴̡n̵̕ý.́ ̡͏́t͢o͢o̢͏̕ ҉b̷̢̀a͜d̡ ̶f̷͞ęŕ̛͢ ҉͢y͟è̵̢,̛҉ ̸̀͞d̶͘ơ͡l̨̛l̵͟͡f̴à̸ç̶͠è̵,̢̛ ͠t̵͝h̡͢e͏͞r̢̀e'͞s pl҉è̶n͠͏͡t̶͝y̢ ̧͘͏m̷҉o҉ŕe̡ ͠w͞h̷e͝ŗ̴e̡ th̛͞a̢͠t̷͜ ̨̧͟c̸҉a͠me f̧r͞ớ͘m̴̡͞!͡ ̷̨h̢̧o͢p̨̀e͟͟ y̨҉́a pre̶͟p͏a̶r̢̀e͘͢d̕̕ f̴̨̛o̸r͜͞͡ a͢͡n ̨í̧͠nfi̵̡̢n҉it͜e̡͡ a͡r͏͞m̵̧͜y̵ ̨o͜f̢͜ ̷͡th͏̢͝ȩ̷͟s͏e ̨b͞e̴a̵̧ş̸͞t̢͢͢i̧͝e҉͜s̸.“

He was just going to stay up there, right where he could see her.

[spiritedgangster]

occultistdesign:

“A new boss? Ballsy, Corbel.”

So. This is the third spirit that haunts- haunted(?) Lost. Another pirate. Figures. She… really needs to ask more questions and she will, when she returns. Probably battered and bloody.

This is going to hurt. A lot.

She does make note of the idiot-skeleton’s hand. Sever the connection, perhaps? Get a little revenge in at the same time.

“I really don’t want to brought to you. You have this…” She makes a gesture with a hand, “grossness about you that, if I came too close to you, I would later be in the shower for a week scrubbing my skin right down to the bone.” Anyway.

The demigoddess raises a sword into the air. “To war! ” Her declaration has her army cheer and shout with approving bloodlust — they were made for such a purpose.

Regina and her thousands then rush toward their enemy. The mages, of course, stay rooted to their position focusing on the barrier… Most of them anyway. The ones not focused on the barrier summon large meteors to plummet into the other army, a few focus on buffing and healing their brothers-in-arms. Her power, the power of the Eldritch goddess they follow courses, through their veins amplifying their own power ten-fold.

To defeat the Eldritch, one must lose all comprehension and perception of, what we believe, of one’s self. The saying, “Time is an illusion” is the Eldritch truth. All human belief matters not to an Old One, they are beyond us, and, it’s because of this they give not a glance in our direction. We, as Hunters, must ascend beyond ourselves… We must shed away from being human and become something worth the attention of the Old Ones. What you think is truth is a lie; the lie is your truth.

Regina jumps high into the air, summoning her elements to her aid, before slamming herself into the thick of it. Ice forms on the battlefield, attempting to engulf all within her immediate area… before lightening strikes down, striking at those encased and trapped in the ice. Swords are thrown in every direction, attempting to impale as many as she can with the tainted blades.

War, she’s discovered, is the only time she breaks the mold, unleashing all of her potential and wrecking havoc on her enemy. The time she’s spent in the Void and her past experience in the second human-monster war, she’s well-versed in the art of war and, truth-be-told, revels in it.

She is, after all, daughter to Chaos, Destruction and Ambition. 

Not like he really had a choice in the matter anyway....

Corbel was just grinning up a shitstorm with what was progressing, not even making any movements towards her. He was allowing the eldritch horrors and weapons to charge forward, watching the witch and studying her movements.

So she was going to charge in head on with her army? He was fine with that.

The skeleton was standing there and seeing the ice starting to form all around the army before he vanished, but where did he go? Was he even there to begin with? Corbel could easily teleport here and there, that much was known, but the method he used was rather alien, foreign to those that knew the ex-mobster. He did reappearonce more but was standing upside down and, in the air? Was he flying? No, it was something else. It seemed that he was walking on iridescence and seductive shadows....

There were going to be many, many things that the skeleton was able to perform, that he couldn’t before. It actually felt exhilarating for him. This power that he now possessed, it was unlike anything that he’d ever imagine. And he was having the time of his life!

“n͓̘̫͖̰̲̝i̠c͘e̟̯̦͖̞ ̝s̬̰͈͟h͉͡ơ̫w̭ ̱͠y҉̠̯̥̤͉e̴̹̤̼̜ͅr̼͎̟ ̹̤̣͓͓ͅp̱̺u̺̥̱̩̳̣t̢t̖̭i͇̪̰̫͕̱̣͠n̜̱͞'͕ ͡ǫ͎͉̝̻n͏͔͍͖̖̺,͚̭̦̣ ͏͙͈r̥̥͚͠e̤g̬͔̙̠i̗̥̝n͜a̛̯̲̮̹̲ͅ.̭͖̗̼͖̦̘ ͕̺̥̝b̦̬̟̟̱͟ͅu̲̭t̞͖͕͖̦̖ ̩͇̲̠͉̠g͎̩̗̼̹͢u̩̺̫͖̞͟ͅn̴̼n̥a͉ ̮̺͚͕͟h̭̰͢á̗̗v̲e̲͙͍͔̖̩ͅ ͇͠t̘o͚̲̩ ̳͇s̴̜a̴̤y͘,̷͔ ͙̙͎̪̻i͈̯͖̥̞̤͝ͅ ̳͍a͓̹͚̺i̡͖̳ṉ̱'̸̯̩t̴̟̦ ҉̲i̝͖m̮͉̣͖̯͢p̯̼͚̮͡r̩e̲̭͍̖̣̝̺s͖͔̱̠̗se͇̥̮d̡̦.͎͢ ͙̖ań̖̟d͕͙̮̲̱͓̗ ̷̻͚͕̣̭n͖̰̭͔̲̖͘e͈̳͜í̭̻͖̮͈̳ͅt̠̩́h̥̭̯e͏̜̳͈̳ṟ̠̭̫̪ ̗̲̘͉͇͖i̯̭s͍ ̩̹̹t͟h̞̼e͍̯ ͕̺͇͜b͔i̠̻̰̱g̶̫̩̮̼ ͝b͈o̳͕̮͕̗̯̬s̱̙s͙̠̖͎͈̦.̙̯ “

Was he taunting her? With that shit-eating grin on his face, he didn’t seem to care or show concern for all of the magic that she was showing off.

[spiritedgangster]

occultistdesign:

Corbel. You damned idiot.

The illusion at his side suddenly dissolves. The magic she and the others were constructed of spiral toward their creator, the Witch. She faces him and his horde of nightmarish creatures, her Hunters and rarely seen Shades come to stand behind their Queen… They form a line, a divide between Corbel and whatever lies behind them. The calvary called.

She draws swords, one for each hand.

“I know not what you are, creature. But what I do know is that you’re coming any closer.”

Mages concentrate, honing in on their power and connecting to one another. Together they erect a barrier.

‘Commander. Good luck.’

My my, he was getting quite a show here, wasn’t he?

So the cavalry had arrived and were standing behind the mage, fully ready to defend and prevent Corbel from moving any further. Too bad for them, that there were more behind the scenes. The skeleton didn’t even flinch with hearing the shrieks and cries of the horrors behind him, only that his eye light was watching the barrier being formed.

And with that, Corbel merely chuckled.

“ h̨e̲͉͔̥̤͉h͎̥̼̞̻̦́ͅḙ̹.͖̥͉̼̗..y̷̥̻̘͚é͉̤̭̖̼ ̭͇t͚̺̘̲̲̣͙͞r̦u̸̹̥̻͙̥̰l̹̭̰͍̝̖̲y̴͙̞̖̗̘̝̹ ̟t̙͙̗̻̫h̡̰̙̺̟̜̳̣i͏̘̭͕̥n̹͚̦̝̖̲̘k̤ ̢̫̺͍̟̘t̝̱͇͇͚ͅh̴̝̠͉̗a̟͡ͅt'̸͓̰̗s̞͎̼ͅ ̛͓͍̼̹̹g̺̪̠̱u̖̦̼̜͢n̻̬͔̬̥̹̫n҉̲̳̘͖͚̞̳a̯͈̮̫͝ ̷̠̳s̞͚̖̱̗t͎͎̺̗͉̰o̫͞p̟͍̳̭ ̣͎̝̪͓̰̀m̫̺͓̱e̖̪̮?͈͚̯ ̪o͈̝ṟ͔̻̦͓ ͕̤̺̭̼̥̭͝m̖̗̖͙͞ͅy̡̹͖̰ ̧͕̼̗̻ͅb̳̲̟͞o̴s͓̬̩s͓͈̩ͅ?͍ “ He murmured, his voiced distorted the further he spoke. There was definitely something wrong with Corbel, now with the aura around him growing. Slowly, a grin formed upon his skull and were showing sharp, pointed teeth, eye sockets wide and glaring right towards Regina. He wasn’t afraid of her or her little army. In fact, he found it quite hilarious!

“ ǫ̕h.̀͝͏.̶̀.̴̢͜t͝͝ḩ̕at̀'s҉ ̧r̡͝҉íǵ͜h̷́t̶,͡͝ ͏̶̷y̷̢͡a ͘d̀͘͡o͏͜n͘͏̀'͏̸t̢ ̸̡ḱ̴n̴ow͠.̕ ҉ì̡'̧̀v̨̛̕e̛ ̷g̴͞ót͞ ̸a҉ ̵n͟e̶҉̕w ̵b̵̧o̧͢͠s͜s̕ ̛͡n̷ó͡w. ́͢w̡͝h͠y d͠͝ó͘n҉'̛͞t͘ ҉̸y̡a̢ s̷a͜y̢͟ ̸h҉e͞͝l͏ļ͢o̴̡ ͏t̴͞o͡ th̸̴e͢ ̀b͘i͏̧g͝͝ ̨͘ḩ́͜o̕͜nç̕h̴͜͞o̴͘͢ h̡͢i͠ms̴e̛l҉̵f̵͘!!̡̨̀

[spiritedgangster]

occultistdesign:

“Was that… a threat, Corbel? Hm. And here I thought you were a skeleton lacking a spine.” She clicks her tongue before standing upright, hands now on her hips. “Today is just full of surprises. I’ll be having no more of those today, thank you. ”

Her form suddenly multiplies. What was one Regina… there are now many. Five to be exact. However, one does remain beside the stocky skeleton while the others disperse. Which is the real Regina is anyone’s guess now. Or… was she ever truly there at all?

Her demeanor suddenly shifts, turning soft and humble. “Given our history I doubt anything I say will sound sincere, but… I want to help. And, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you. No excuses. I was a bitch. Still am, but not as sever as I was.”

Something is decidedly off with Corbel. She didn’t expect a warm welcome from him, certainly, but his entire demeanor speaks as though he’s ready to strike her down. The warning and tone he chose to deliver it in, isn’t helping his case. She’ll play “stupid” until she can pin-point what’s causing him to act this way. Perhaps the malice-song messed with him, too? Or… Wait. Didn’t he find a piece of Lost prior to this one? A… dagger? Whatever happened to that thing?

She’ll have a long talk with herself after this. She should have paid more attention… 

“maybe it is, maybe it ain’t. who can tell?”

Oh he had a spine alright, one that was being constricted and coiled about by a specific entity. Then again, she wouldn’t know that.

Finally, he did lift his head to look towards her or well, her multiple forms that spread out. But what met her, wasn’t the normal, white eye lights that skeletons usually had. There was only one, and it was a deep shade of red. Yup, a red-alert that something was definitely off with him. And considerably so, especially when he raised one hand up and what was summoned behind him.

Normally, he would summon bones or, a blaster similar to Lucidia’s own, but what slowly appeared from the ground up were only that of eldritch nightmares. Creatures from the horrors that shouldn’t even be conjured up by the stocky skeleton. But for however reason he was summoning them, they were there, ready to strike at any given notice.

And indeed, there was a dagger, clinging onto his other hand, with a tight, vice grip.

“might be a bit too late fer apologies. after all..... y̕҉̝̹̰̺̘͙̣͘è̞̰͜r̶҉̫ ̷̢̺̣͙ì̡͔̖̦͠ͅn͇͘ ̨̹̭̫̠͚͉͉m͚͈͖ͅy̢͏̧̤͙̪͈̯̘ ͈̘͓͕͙̫͇̩͟͡w̪̙͓̰͇̯͇̕̕͟a͎̦̤̥͇̲̫̗̱͟y̵̠̰̟͇ͅ!̢̰̻͝ “

[spiritedgangster]

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“Corbel.” Regards the Witch, who suddenly appears at his side. “It’s been a while… For you, at least. It seems you’ve found something promising. Lost had summoned me and, in turn, I summoned three of my Hunters to this location. So. ” She leans down and toward him a bit, as if expecting him to whisper a secret. “What have you learned?”

Is she expecting him to give her a report of his findings? In truth… no. What she does expect is that he’s done nothing, save for staring and wondering what that singing is.

Nonetheless she’s both parts excited and eager to discover what piece of the pirate Corbel has stumbled upon.

@spiritedgangster

Corbel stood in place, having not moved since he felt, knew that someone was coming his way. Of all people it had to be, it had to be Regina. True as it had been a while since the skeleton has seen the mage, but things were far different this time.

“heh, has been dollface.” He whispered, not lifting his head to even look at her. His entire face was covered with the brim of his hat, but something did seem amiss. His aura, almost hazy with a bit of a faint, red outline. He could go on the attack right now, while she was right in front of him. But no, he was going to wait, give it the right moment to strike..

“what i’ve learned? well.....”

“ .̹̲̼̮͘.̱̝̼̱̜̥̝.͈͓ͅy̶̜̠̭͓̫a̤̲̪̹͇ͅ ̟͈͇̜m̼͔͚̥͎í̖͇g̵̞̰̯͖̝̰ht͓̠̩̭̻͖ ͖̝͔̻̦̰͠ͅwa̗̝̝̬̗͚n̛͚̯̯̖̭̫ṋ̺͇a҉̩̪ ̛͍k̼͉̩̫̺̫e̞̲̙̖é̙̻̞͈̣̭̪p̭͓̣ yè̼ṟ̘ ̳͙͈͖̣no̠̩̭͖̰̙̕s̸̭̤͚̬̘̞ͅe̸̟̟̱ ̡̯̗̲͕̪̝̳o̡͕u̷̞t͏͇͇̗̬ ͈̭̺̼̺̙̪w̸̝̖̳̥͇h̴̯̮͈̪̦̩̰e̩r̨̟̙̙͈̳̜e̸̲̳̤̣ ̣̥̝̦͕̖̀ͅi̻̠̕t̼̯͍̜ ͎̩̟͓d̗̤͖̫̹oń̟̣'͖ṯ͈̜̙͙̼ ̤b̝͢e̤ͅl̹͠o҉̮̣̲̩̖̻n͕̫͚'̫̥̤̠̘ͅ.͡ͅ.̳̤̤̹̝̲ “

[spiritedgangster]

The humming went on in the darkness, still echoing despite no walls.

But finally, the skeleton was approaching his destination, though curiosity was getting the better of him. Why was he coming here? What significance did this place hold? As he approached though....he paused.

...Someone else knew he was here.

And the presence felt...very familiar.

“....heh...looks like we’re gunna have some company, eh boss?”

[spiritedgangster]

The spirit continued on his path, humming the shanty in his head. He wasn’t too familiar with them himself, but this one in particular was chosen. Where had he heard it from? Who knows...

“come along, get along...”

“stormy along john....”

Shortly though, he lifted his head to gaze towards his destination, seeing something creeping up in the distance. A place, falling apart for so long, pieces missing of it, but held memories not his own...

What was this place?

[spiritedgangster]

Someone was on the move, deep within the Void.

Someone, a wayward spirit, with his head hung low and brimmed hat hiding his features.

A particular trail he was heading, despite looking as though he was walking aimlessly in the darkness. Oh no, he was going to a specific place in general, a place far from the grasps of many.

Wherever he was going, he was humming....a shanty? Since when did the spirit know of those? The shanty he hummed slowly started echoing in the Void, a trail, if you will, to an unknown destination...

[spiritedgangster]

voidedfate:

[𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕.]

The spirit demanded, smirking to itself as he considered the future and all it held.

[𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜.]

“to ‘im? y’got it.”

If there was one thing that he did know, was where the Pirate was located. With that grin plastered on his face and a soft chuckle, he tightened his grip onto the dagger. Only then, did he vanish, out of the Void and off to find the Captain.

Oh dear..

[spiritedgangster]

voidedfate:

[𝚈𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚊𝚍. 𝚈𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠.]

At last something worth the time. It seemed a heading had been procured. These hapless sacrifices need not happen in vane any longer. The time had come to whet this blade in true purpose.

The spirit of an old captain dressed in crimson was ready.

[𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑.]

Try as he might, he couldn’t get himself freed from the nefarious spirit’s grasps. He couldn’t flee, couldn’t escape. And the abilities that he was given by the Lich, had slowly vanished. Though he wasn’t able to focus on anything else, other than the spirit, something did manage to slither off, vanishing into the void.

The ex-mobster shuddered with the lights in his eye sockets vanished, like he had finally tired himself out from the struggle. Only that of a red light, did soon come into his visage, that all-too familiar smile curling upon his skull.

“...first order of business, boss..?”

[spiritedgangster]

voidedfate:

[𝙲𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢?…]

The name brings pause. A stilling of thought and of anger if only briefly as the presence considers its next course of action. At last giving an utterance though it seems only voice to its thoughts, and not consideration towards the fool that has blundered upon it.

[𝚂𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙵𝚘𝚘𝚕. 𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘.]

There’s a feeling like someone cuffing the back of Corbel’s skull, and something slimy there in sliding down the spine. Slithering like a snake but not near so graceful. Something far more sinister and far more willing to harm.

[𝚁𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚎’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚈𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠.]

He didn’t quite like the pause and silence that seem to follow, internally trying to struggle against this dark being. Even when he was getting the ring to react to what was happening, to him fighting, he felt the power of it slowly starting to ebb away. Shit, he was in trouble.

It only made it far worse with feeling something on the back of his skull and soon, slithering down his spine. He let out a muffled cry and struggled, like he was practically drowning. Just when he thought he was going to get his big break too. But instead, this sinister being that he stumbled upon, was overpowering even the power that he received from the Lich.

“n-no...! i...i ain’t..g...gunna...y....yer n..not....the b....boss!”

[spiritedgangster]

voidedfate:

[𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙!]

The command was like a bladed whip to the spine. An old and demanding presence that knew very little of mercy towards those standing in its path.

[𝚈𝚎’𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖.]

Crimson sparked along the handle and filled the rune. So many wandering SOULS within the VOID and yet this one seemed to want to be here, perfectly content to make certain that others remained in this darkness for eternity.

Corbel struggled, flailed even, to resist control of this entity he just so happened to wake up. The more he tried to resist, however, the more that he was losing control of his own body, falling to his knees and huffing. Didn’t look like he was going anywhere anytime soon.

“t....t....the boss....” He struggled to speak, although his grip was tight on the handle of the dagger, his arms were limp,” ...l...l...lost.....t..the boss.....c...cl...eme...cleme..ncy...”

[spiritedgangster]

voidedfate:

A hand wrapped around the handle and an inch of the blade came free to show a rune etched in red. The flash of crimson and black should have been all the damning intent that there ever should have been necessary.

[𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛?]

A grip stronger then any iron suddenly latched around the mind, and chained within the hand. Calling a hand to keep an iron clad grip and a body to hold fast and answer.

[𝙰𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎’𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚎.]

Once the dagger came free, he almost fell back, only to look at the blade itself. The rune, however, as well as the colors, made his eye sockets widen before he realized of the tight grip on his hand. Wait, maybe he shouldn’t of pulled this out! Damn him!

What made it worse? There was a feeling wrapped around his mind and he struggled, shaking his head and practically stumbling over his feet. Should of took the handle as the first clue.

“ ‘ey! get outta my head! i-i’m just an errand boy, t-tryin’ to help my boss get freed!”

[spiritedgangster]

voidedfate:

Something gross indeed, something seemed decayed within the darkness. Decaying and in ruin. And something was settled at rest within it, or well sheathed in it. 

The gnarled handle of some sort of dagger seemed to be protruding from the mass. Carved of bone and wrapped in a strange pale leather with ghastly stains. The metal wicked and curved, blackened and stained with red and grey. This was a dagger that had seen purpose and intent in equal measure.

This wasn’t what he had in mind of finding.

But there was one thing he could recognize, and that was the handle of a sort of dagger. With how it looked and, the feeling he felt emanating from it, he went in for a closer look. Corbel knelt down to look it over the best he could and he was cringing. Was this a clue? One of the things that belonged to the Lich?

Slowly though, he reached out with his hand to grab hold of the handle, grunting and pulling on it. “c’mon ye stupid-! can’t be stuck in ‘ere ferevah!”

[spiritedgangster]

@voidedfate

There was something amiss he felt, rounding about as close to the Depths as he could manage. Without going back to that hellish place. Still, he was a man on a mission and this time, wouldn’t let anything stray him from his path. So, come to his surprise when he felt something eerie and unexplainable nearby. Something...that could hold a clue.

“...what do we have here?” Corbel murmured as he followed the emptiness of the Void. He surely had to be on the right track

“mmm, might have somethin’ fer the boss.”

[spiritedgangster]

“......eh? ohhhh....hehe...”

“what d’we have ‘ere....?”