It's a pleasant evening. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and it's the perfect day to take a nice little nap. A certain black cat makes itself comfortable on a warm patch of grass, kneading the ground, legs stretching out accompanied by a big yawn. Unfortunately, Umbra isn't allowed to enjoy the peace for very long when it's suddenly snatched up by the wispy fur on the back of its neck. The rush of heat has it hissing.
Don't give me that, Bloodmoon.
The beast pauses. It then whips its head around, a single red eye glaring. It chitters, tail swishing in a mix of hesitance and sardonic glee.
Took you long enough, Not-Sun.
You know my name by now you menace. What the hell are you doing here? Try to lie to me and I'll make sure your death is slow and painful.
The Lord begins the walk to his dungeon, Umbra (?) held in a firm grip. The cat doesn't even bother to try and flee, body limp.
I had plans but somebody didn't want to play nice.
You touched my servant. Couldn't keep your damn claws to yourself, huh?
Umbra (?) is shaken roughly. The spiral staircase is dimly lit by the Lord's flames.
He burned me! I couldn't do anything if I wanted to!
Aww, poor wittle demon, too stupid to detect protection spells when they're right in front of your face. I do oh so appreciate you giving yourself away though, you left so much blood all over the place it should've been obvious months ago.
Umbra (?) is thrown into one of the cells, enchanted bars keeping it in place. It's tail lashes and it paces restlessly, ears pinned back.
It would be nice to kill you- tear you apart like I did your brother- but Alcor has suggested I keep my bloodlust to a minimum as of late, and I'm sure even you know how persuasive he can be. Luckily for you, that means I've been able to come up with far more creative punishments. You've spent all this time pretending to be Alcor's little pet kitty, it'd be a shame if I went and ruined the illusion, don't you think?
