I just wanna... Play!
[And then Beira rips Seraph's head off.]
[Hands grab onto the sides of Its head and just YANK upwards as hard as possible, sparks and bits of wire flying as the machine's head pops off Its shoulders.]
[This thing never stopped smiling once. Not ONCE. It pretended to be vulnerable. It probably barely even knows It did something wrong at all.]
And here comes the execution. You are done for Beira. Limbs click apart as red bloody hands hold them and expands a frame to tower over and consume the room, the scent of Brine found in the Depths and the Stardust of dead universes becoming choking. Trillions on trillions of stars stare it down and the code of countless worlds and universes fill the room. Pips blink into eyes that stare it down with the feeling of eternity and endless emotion, all negative. Silence swallowed and consumed. Leaving nothing left but what is needed to be said to the one here and existing now.
