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Hey, so uh...what if you killed that cleric girl instead of Ariel?
At first Mortanius appeared confused. Was he losing touch with his happier memories?
“I do not think that that would happen, even if she was still alive,” he said slowly, clenching his chair. “My will is strong. Perhaps not strong enough to overpower the Entity, but stubborn enough to impede It and make It suffer. It knows better than to torment me needlessly.”
Re:Chatty
@thequeenofgoblins
“I drink a lot. It keeps the Entity quiet.”
👊(More so a giant claw slap from devolved!Turel)
Something cracked. The swipe knocked him off his feet and sent him flying. He landed on his shoulder and tumbled across the blood caked dirt floor like a leaf dancing across concrete. Cool blood ran down his face, a gash across his forehead. As he struggled to lift himself ice hissed from his fingertips and green fire sputtered from his eyes as the Entity wrestled against Mortanius’ will for control of the Death Guardian’s damaged body.
“Y-y-es,” Mortanius begged, blood pouring from his half-severed tongue. “D-do it-t-t... k-ill m-me!”
“We’re both so exhausted we can’t even argue about not being exhausted.”
Mortanius chuckled. He was deep in his cups again. Alcohol effectively loosened the Entity’s hold over him. Lately it was also the only way he could manage more than a few hours sleep. “Tha-that might be a good thing…”
Avernus was quiet during the night. Azumith thought him eccentric for seeking respite near the monster living in the pit. The way he saw it, that creature was the only thing in the world that could possibly understand him now. Even when they sat in silence, him above and it below, he felt a little comforted knowing that neither of them suffered in solitude.
Wary of his head, he sat up on the stone bench in his alcove and looked in the direction of the pit. He slurred, “Can you drink? Al-alcohol, I mean. It’s-s the only damn thing tha-that can put me to sleep anymore.”
"Happy Father's Day to the best dad pillar out there...even if you did end up, literally, stabbing me in the back."
“How disgustingly sentimental.”
You talking to walls and invisible people again, old man? Didn't think you've gone senile just yet.
Mortanius wrenched himself out of his trance and staggered against the wall. He covered his face with his hand, looking deathly ill. A loathsome chuckle escaped his parted lips.
“N-no, not I. Heh heh… it was only a shadow.” He breathed deeply and turned to Kain. “What is it this time?”
Bruh... You're interfering with the lives of humans to ruin other lives of humans to get to the vampires so that you can fuck everyone over again? But you're TOTALLY above humans. Right.
“Soon that will no longer be in question.”
Did you at least wipe the damn knife of your finger prints and plant it on someone else? You suck at doing this murderous criminal mastermind gig.
The Entity shrugged Mortanius’ shoulders derisively. “Why bother toying with primitive and feckless humans? Trying to outsmart them is pointless.”
