And Upon Him, Hell Hath Wrought it's Fury

[The air surrounding him feels warmer... hes been placed somewhere new by his savior...]

[The shadow-enveloped lower half of the man ambled just a bit closer on shade-composed tendrils towards the voice, unburturbed by the scent of blood. He seemed utterly harmless, eyes obscured by the cloying darkness around him.]

Noting the preternatural appearance of the shadowy man, Magi Dude sidesteps the urge to fall back on antisocial condescension and feels courteous enough to take a deliberate step forward.

[The lively corpse of a man eventually meanders his way before the man, seeking a sense of companionship in the deficit of his Angel...]

Magi Dude watches as the vivacious cadaver uses his tendrils to crawl over to his bloodied form, captivated by the inhuman morbidity of such a clearly tormented man.

[Richie smiles just a little, feeling better about being around someone else the mire he spoke to Ourias. His grip was gentle and half-sure, feeling a ring around one finger of the hand he held and running his index along the band with investigative slowness.]

Magi Dude allows Richie to trace the outline of the beautifully crafted, mystical ring before retracting his left hand and picking up the garbage bag he placed on the ground. He saunters over to a jagged boulder, finally putting his chalk-holding digits to use.

[Richie smiled to himself, happily visualizing the signet ring in his mind's eye. Ourias could now sense the presence of a dark energy both keeping the corpse alive and allowing vision to be restored. The shadows around Richie's eyes faded, showing dessiccated pits where eyes should be. He was somehow able to see despite this, taking in the gracious gift from his Angel to view the mystical man before him.]

Magi Dude senses the monstrous presence emanating from Richie behind him, but he's courageous and imperturbable to such unpleasant darkness. The symbol being meticulously drawn is a "𐤃" (dalet), and with the last stroke, he takes a careful step away from the boulder as a tear in reality forms with smooth deftness. Standing before the old mage and Richie is a luminous swirl of dull and vibrant pastel hues, accompanied by twinkling golden stars.

[A... portal? That was confusing.]

Magi Dude places his piece of chalk into a smaller pocket on the work apron, brushing his dusty hand against the canvas with a lackadaisical indifference.

[At the revelation of the end point, he visibly relaxes, nodding softly.]

"You have my welcome," Magi Dude responds with sociable politeness, following Richie through the portal, which automatically closes behind them.

[Richie is entirely awestruck by the works of art he's been graced with viewing, his hands gently touching at his lips with tentative reverence. He basks in his gift of sight and hopes it stays for the duration of the evening]

[The air surrounding him feels warmer... hes been placed somewhere new by his savior...]

[The shadow-enveloped lower half of the man ambled just a bit closer on shade-composed tendrils towards the voice, unburturbed by the scent of blood. He seemed utterly harmless, eyes obscured by the cloying darkness around him.]

Noting the preternatural appearance of the shadowy man, Magi Dude sidesteps the urge to fall back on antisocial condescension and feels courteous enough to take a deliberate step forward.

[The lively corpse of a man eventually meanders his way before the man, seeking a sense of companionship in the deficit of his Angel...]

Magi Dude watches as the vivacious cadaver uses his tendrils to crawl over to his bloodied form, captivated by the inhuman morbidity of such a clearly tormented man.

[Richie smiles just a little, feeling better about being around someone else the mire he spoke to Ourias. His grip was gentle and half-sure, feeling a ring around one finger of the hand he held and running his index along the band with investigative slowness.]

Magi Dude allows Richie to trace the outline of the beautifully crafted, mystical ring before retracting his left hand and picking up the garbage bag he placed on the ground. He saunters over to a jagged boulder, finally putting his chalk-holding digits to use.

[Richie smiled to himself, happily visualizing the signet ring in his mind's eye. Ourias could now sense the presence of a dark energy both keeping the corpse alive and allowing vision to be restored. The shadows around Richie's eyes faded, showing dessiccated pits where eyes should be. He was somehow able to see despite this, taking in the gracious gift from his Angel to view the mystical man before him.]

Magi Dude senses the monstrous presence emanating from Richie behind him, but he's courageous and imperturbable to such unpleasant darkness. The symbol being meticulously drawn is a "𐤃" (dalet), and with the last stroke, he takes a careful step away from the boulder as a tear in reality forms with smooth deftness. Standing before the old mage and Richie is a luminous swirl of dull and vibrant pastel hues, accompanied by twinkling golden stars.

[A... portal? That was confusing.]

Magi Dude places his piece of chalk into a smaller pocket on the work apron, brushing his dusty hand against the canvas with a lackadaisical indifference.

[At the revelation of the end point, he visibly relaxes, nodding softly.]

[The air surrounding him feels warmer... hes been placed somewhere new by his savior...]

[The shadow-enveloped lower half of the man ambled just a bit closer on shade-composed tendrils towards the voice, unburturbed by the scent of blood. He seemed utterly harmless, eyes obscured by the cloying darkness around him.]

Noting the preternatural appearance of the shadowy man, Magi Dude sidesteps the urge to fall back on antisocial condescension and feels courteous enough to take a deliberate step forward.

[The lively corpse of a man eventually meanders his way before the man, seeking a sense of companionship in the deficit of his Angel...]

Magi Dude watches as the vivacious cadaver uses his tendrils to crawl over to his bloodied form, captivated by the inhuman morbidity of such a clearly tormented man.

[Richie smiles just a little, feeling better about being around someone else the mire he spoke to Ourias. His grip was gentle and half-sure, feeling a ring around one finger of the hand he held and running his index along the band with investigative slowness.]

Magi Dude allows Richie to trace the outline of the beautifully crafted, mystical ring before retracting his left hand and picking up the garbage bag he placed on the ground. He saunters over to a jagged boulder, finally putting his chalk-holding digits to use.

[Richie smiled to himself, happily visualizing the signet ring in his mind's eye. Ourias could now sense the presence of a dark energy both keeping the corpse alive and allowing vision to be restored. The shadows around Richie's eyes faded, showing dessiccated pits where eyes should be. He was somehow able to see despite this, taking in the gracious gift from his Angel to view the mystical man before him.]

Magi Dude senses the monstrous presence emanating from Richie behind him, but he's courageous and imperturbable to such unpleasant darkness. The symbol being meticulously drawn is a "𐤃" (dalet), and with the last stroke, he takes a careful step away from the boulder as a tear in reality forms with smooth deftness. Standing before the old mage and Richie is a luminous swirl of dull and vibrant pastel hues, accompanied by twinkling golden stars.

[A... portal? That was confusing.]

[The air surrounding him feels warmer... hes been placed somewhere new by his savior...]

[The shadow-enveloped lower half of the man ambled just a bit closer on shade-composed tendrils towards the voice, unburturbed by the scent of blood. He seemed utterly harmless, eyes obscured by the cloying darkness around him.]

Noting the preternatural appearance of the shadowy man, Magi Dude sidesteps the urge to fall back on antisocial condescension and feels courteous enough to take a deliberate step forward.

[The lively corpse of a man eventually meanders his way before the man, seeking a sense of companionship in the deficit of his Angel...]

Magi Dude watches as the vivacious cadaver uses his tendrils to crawl over to his bloodied form, captivated by the inhuman morbidity of such a clearly tormented man.

[Richie smiles just a little, feeling better about being around someone else the mire he spoke to Ourias. His grip was gentle and half-sure, feeling a ring around one finger of the hand he held and running his index along the band with investigative slowness.]

Magi Dude allows Richie to trace the outline of the beautifully crafted, mystical ring before retracting his left hand and picking up the garbage bag he placed on the ground. He saunters over to a jagged boulder, finally putting his chalk-holding digits to use.

[Richie smiled to himself, happily visualizing the signet ring in his mind's eye. Ourias could now sense the presence of a dark energy both keeping the corpse alive and allowing vision to be restored. The shadows around Richie's eyes faded, showing dessiccated pits where eyes should be. He was somehow able to see despite this, taking in the gracious gift from his Angel to view the mystical man before him.]

[The air surrounding him feels warmer... hes been placed somewhere new by his savior...]

[The shadow-enveloped lower half of the man ambled just a bit closer on shade-composed tendrils towards the voice, unburturbed by the scent of blood. He seemed utterly harmless, eyes obscured by the cloying darkness around him.]

Noting the preternatural appearance of the shadowy man, Magi Dude sidesteps the urge to fall back on antisocial condescension and feels courteous enough to take a deliberate step forward.

[The lively corpse of a man eventually meanders his way before the man, seeking a sense of companionship in the deficit of his Angel...]

Magi Dude watches as the vivacious cadaver uses his tendrils to crawl over to his bloodied form, captivated by the inhuman morbidity of such a clearly tormented man.

[Richie smiles just a little, feeling better about being around someone else the mire he spoke to Ourias. His grip was gentle and half-sure, feeling a ring around one finger of the hand he held and running his index along the band with investigative slowness.]

[The air surrounding him feels warmer... hes been placed somewhere new by his savior...]

[The shadow-enveloped lower half of the man ambled just a bit closer on shade-composed tendrils towards the voice, unburturbed by the scent of blood. He seemed utterly harmless, eyes obscured by the cloying darkness around him.]

Noting the preternatural appearance of the shadowy man, Magi Dude sidesteps the urge to fall back on antisocial condescension and feels courteous enough to take a deliberate step forward.

[The lively corpse of a man eventually meanders his way before the man, seeking a sense of companionship in the deficit of his Angel...]

[The air surrounding him feels warmer... hes been placed somewhere new by his savior...]

[The shadow-enveloped lower half of the man ambled just a bit closer on shade-composed tendrils towards the voice, unburturbed by the scent of blood. He seemed utterly harmless, eyes obscured by the cloying darkness around him.]

[Milo was terrified. He was scared and wanting to help. He could hear and even FEEL what was going on with Tobias.... the dizziness, the headaches that wouldn't stop, and now the blinding pain in his arm. He was huddled up in the trailer bedroom, silently sobbing to himself. Eventually he realized he had to call out if he wanted the pain to stop.]

[Milo looks as though hes thrown up, blood and maggots within it on the floor. His arm is identically gashed and sliced into like Tobias', the ginger cradling the mangled meat of his arm in agony.]

[A harsh gust of bone-chilling wind surges from behind Veteran Dude. It carries a panicked, woeful scream with it in an all too familiar voice....]

[The voice is everywhere now, but so very real....]

His form appears oddly comely and ethereal for a ruined man, his eyes sparkling like smoldering flames as he remains still, his vigilant glare scanning the surroundings with utmost caution. His face is twisted into a neurotic snarl, revealing a faint hint of yellow-stained teeth marked by noticeable dental caries.

Veteran Dude's body tenses at the heartbreaking revelation, his expression contorting into a semblance of horrified sorrow. A small part of him struggles to emerge, desperately trying to break free from the depths of his shattered mind.

[the being erupts from the shadows of the ground, rising to its full height of 12 feet and standing near equal to most houses that were razed in the town.]

Veteran Dude is completely unresponsive to the presence of Gehemorah, trapped in a dissociative illusion filled with hallucinatory visions and incoherent, self-argumentative rantings. However, Psykheima puts him into a deep slumber, allowing them to rebuild his persona as evidenced by his physical body slowly reverting to the form bestowed upon him by their covenant.

[Gehemora grins by cracking the jaw and upper palate of its skull, teeth bending into a macabre insult of a smile.]

[A harsh gust of bone-chilling wind surges from behind Veteran Dude. It carries a panicked, woeful scream with it in an all too familiar voice....]

[The voice is everywhere now, but so very real....]

His form appears oddly comely and ethereal for a ruined man, his eyes sparkling like smoldering flames as he remains still, his vigilant glare scanning the surroundings with utmost caution. His face is twisted into a neurotic snarl, revealing a faint hint of yellow-stained teeth marked by noticeable dental caries.

Veteran Dude's body tenses at the heartbreaking revelation, his expression contorting into a semblance of horrified sorrow. A small part of him struggles to emerge, desperately trying to break free from the depths of his shattered mind.

[the being erupts from the shadows of the ground, rising to its full height of 12 feet and standing near equal to most houses that were razed in the town.]

Dearest putrescence, what hath thou concluded upon in form? Surely this is a confusion tactic for humanity.

[It purrs softly, reaching down and caressing the sculpted cheek of Leon. The equine teeth crack into a smile at the palate, the edges growing sharp.]

Leon leans into the affectionate caress, deciding to act like a nonchalant gentleman as he takes one of Gehemorah's hands. Gently grasping it, he places a sweet, tender kiss on the back of their hand, his lips warm and delicate against the skin.

[It shifts smoothly into a shrunken form from its hulking size, purring louder as it received the polite kiss. It shrouded itself in the clerical robes again, making them cleaner, yet still yellowed with age. It decided to shift its face into one of a woman, foregoing facial hair- including eyebrows and lashes. It chose the appearance of alopecia, runic tattoos along her scalp in ritualistic patterns and a scarrified cross on her forehead. Her eyes were milky and held a faint hint of blue. She took a deep, steadying breath, shifting to have the ethnicity change from Sumatran to Egyptian.]

Leon releases Gehemorah's hand as he watches his primordial darling undergo a humanoid metamorphosis. A gnawing fire takes shape deep within the tangled bowels of his stomach as he feels his crotch delicately twitch with starry-eyed love. The pale skin of his face is now nicely adorned with a humid shade of beet red, having completely replaced his cadaverous coldness with human warmth. The tempting sound of her silky smooth voice and the stunning appearance of the newfound form Gehemorah proudly displays before him ignites a concupiscent depravity throughout his neural network. However, he makes a deliberate effort to stay composed, only wanting to admire her gorgeous body.

Oh, you flatter me, my sweet Leonine~... your words are of the most saccharine grace. You may address this form by Mariposa.

[Mariposa purrs a sweet hum into the kiss, her human tongue slipping past his lips- apparently pierced with six rings- three to each side leading to the tip. She hooks a leg around Leon's hip, steadying herself as she is not used to a mere two legs to stand upon.]

Leon sweetly moans into the ribbed kiss, his tongue playfully exploring the ringed piercings. His palate feels like gelatinous flesh, marred by necrotic cracks and undulating mycelium of fungal mould. He expertly grips the buttock of the leg around his hip while his other arm pulls Mariposa into a beautifully fond embrace.

[She grins, all her teeth perfect and brilliantly white. She looked just like a true Goddess in human form. Mariposa gently pressed her voluptuous bosom against Leon's clavicle, her Amazonian height giving him the perfect chance to rest his head atop them.]

Leon takes this opportunistic chance to happily rest his head against the curvaceous melons, pampering them with teasing kisses and momentarily rubbing against them. He reciprocates the grin with a humble, fervent smirk, his softly glowing eyes twinkling with obsequious adoration.

You make me feel as though I only require your worship to thrive, my dearest, deceptive love~...

Dearest putrescence, what hath thou concluded upon in form? Surely this is a confusion tactic for humanity.

[It purrs softly, reaching down and caressing the sculpted cheek of Leon. The equine teeth crack into a smile at the palate, the edges growing sharp.]

Leon leans into the affectionate caress, deciding to act like a nonchalant gentleman as he takes one of Gehemorah's hands. Gently grasping it, he places a sweet, tender kiss on the back of their hand, his lips warm and delicate against the skin.

[It shifts smoothly into a shrunken form from its hulking size, purring louder as it received the polite kiss. It shrouded itself in the clerical robes again, making them cleaner, yet still yellowed with age. It decided to shift its face into one of a woman, foregoing facial hair- including eyebrows and lashes. It chose the appearance of alopecia, runic tattoos along her scalp in ritualistic patterns and a scarrified cross on her forehead. Her eyes were milky and held a faint hint of blue. She took a deep, steadying breath, shifting to have the ethnicity change from Sumatran to Egyptian.]

Leon releases Gehemorah's hand as he watches his primordial darling undergo a humanoid metamorphosis. A gnawing fire takes shape deep within the tangled bowels of his stomach as he feels his crotch delicately twitch with starry-eyed love. The pale skin of his face is now nicely adorned with a humid shade of beet red, having completely replaced his cadaverous coldness with human warmth. The tempting sound of her silky smooth voice and the stunning appearance of the newfound form Gehemorah proudly displays before him ignites a concupiscent depravity throughout his neural network. However, he makes a deliberate effort to stay composed, only wanting to admire her gorgeous body.

Oh, you flatter me, my sweet Leonine~... your words are of the most saccharine grace. You may address this form by Mariposa.

[Mariposa purrs a sweet hum into the kiss, her human tongue slipping past his lips- apparently pierced with six rings- three to each side leading to the tip. She hooks a leg around Leon's hip, steadying herself as she is not used to a mere two legs to stand upon.]

Leon sweetly moans into the ribbed kiss, his tongue playfully exploring the ringed piercings. His palate feels like gelatinous flesh, marred by necrotic cracks and undulating mycelium of fungal mould. He expertly grips the buttock of the leg around his hip while his other arm pulls Mariposa into a beautifully fond embrace.

[She grins, all her teeth perfect and brilliantly white. She looked just like a true Goddess in human form. Mariposa gently pressed her voluptuous bosom against Leon's clavicle, her Amazonian height giving him the perfect chance to rest his head atop them.]

Dearest putrescence, what hath thou concluded upon in form? Surely this is a confusion tactic for humanity.

[It purrs softly, reaching down and caressing the sculpted cheek of Leon. The equine teeth crack into a smile at the palate, the edges growing sharp.]

Leon leans into the affectionate caress, deciding to act like a nonchalant gentleman as he takes one of Gehemorah's hands. Gently grasping it, he places a sweet, tender kiss on the back of their hand, his lips warm and delicate against the skin.

[It shifts smoothly into a shrunken form from its hulking size, purring louder as it received the polite kiss. It shrouded itself in the clerical robes again, making them cleaner, yet still yellowed with age. It decided to shift its face into one of a woman, foregoing facial hair- including eyebrows and lashes. It chose the appearance of alopecia, runic tattoos along her scalp in ritualistic patterns and a scarrified cross on her forehead. Her eyes were milky and held a faint hint of blue. She took a deep, steadying breath, shifting to have the ethnicity change from Sumatran to Egyptian.]

Leon releases Gehemorah's hand as he watches his primordial darling undergo a humanoid metamorphosis. A gnawing fire takes shape deep within the tangled bowels of his stomach as he feels his crotch delicately twitch with starry-eyed love. The pale skin of his face is now nicely adorned with a humid shade of beet red, having completely replaced his cadaverous coldness with human warmth. The tempting sound of her silky smooth voice and the stunning appearance of the newfound form Gehemorah proudly displays before him ignites a concupiscent depravity throughout his neural network. However, he makes a deliberate effort to stay composed, only wanting to admire her gorgeous body.

Oh, you flatter me, my sweet Leonine~... your words are of the most saccharine grace. You may address this form by Mariposa.

[Mariposa purrs a sweet hum into the kiss, her human tongue slipping past his lips- apparently pierced with six rings- three to each side leading to the tip. She hooks a leg around Leon's hip, steadying herself as she is not used to a mere two legs to stand upon.]

Dearest putrescence, what hath thou concluded upon in form? Surely this is a confusion tactic for humanity.

[It purrs softly, reaching down and caressing the sculpted cheek of Leon. The equine teeth crack into a smile at the palate, the edges growing sharp.]

Leon leans into the affectionate caress, deciding to act like a nonchalant gentleman as he takes one of Gehemorah's hands. Gently grasping it, he places a sweet, tender kiss on the back of their hand, his lips warm and delicate against the skin.

[It shifts smoothly into a shrunken form from its hulking size, purring louder as it received the polite kiss. It shrouded itself in the clerical robes again, making them cleaner, yet still yellowed with age. It decided to shift its face into one of a woman, foregoing facial hair- including eyebrows and lashes. It chose the appearance of alopecia, runic tattoos along her scalp in ritualistic patterns and a scarrified cross on her forehead. Her eyes were milky and held a faint hint of blue. She took a deep, steadying breath, shifting to have the ethnicity change from Sumatran to Egyptian.]

Leon releases Gehemorah's hand as he watches his primordial darling undergo a humanoid metamorphosis. A gnawing fire takes shape deep within the tangled bowels of his stomach as he feels his crotch delicately twitch with starry-eyed love. The pale skin of his face is now nicely adorned with a humid shade of beet red, having completely replaced his cadaverous coldness with human warmth. The tempting sound of her silky smooth voice and the stunning appearance of the newfound form Gehemorah proudly displays before him ignites a concupiscent depravity throughout his neural network. However, he makes a deliberate effort to stay composed, only wanting to admire her gorgeous body.

Oh, you flatter me, my sweet Leonine~... your words are of the most saccharine grace. You may address this form by Mariposa.

Hello...

Kat... I-I... where are you??...

[Placing her hands on his shoulders,she clears her throat.]

[The man jolts in intense panic, but calms once he realizes hes not in any danger.]

Dearest putrescence, what hath thou concluded upon in form? Surely this is a confusion tactic for humanity.

[It purrs softly, reaching down and caressing the sculpted cheek of Leon. The equine teeth crack into a smile at the palate, the edges growing sharp.]

Leon leans into the affectionate caress, deciding to act like a nonchalant gentleman as he takes one of Gehemorah's hands. Gently grasping it, he places a sweet, tender kiss on the back of their hand, his lips warm and delicate against the skin.

[It shifts smoothly into a shrunken form from its hulking size, purring louder as it received the polite kiss. It shrouded itself in the clerical robes again, making them cleaner, yet still yellowed with age. It decided to shift its face into one of a woman, foregoing facial hair- including eyebrows and lashes. It chose the appearance of alopecia, runic tattoos along her scalp in ritualistic patterns and a scarrified cross on her forehead. Her eyes were milky and held a faint hint of blue. She took a deep, steadying breath, shifting to have the ethnicity change from Sumatran to Egyptian.]