(It’s late, quiet and cool, the curtains of the study flutter gently in the soft breeze. Perfectly calm until a scent permeates the air. It’s pungent and sickly; along comes with it the sounds of something large slithering closer and the scrape and scratch of claws on the marble floors.
A four armed, serpentine Hypofiend pulls himself up, standing as best he can, a golden glowing wound shines through his shirt, almost pulsating in time with the lashes of his tongue, taking in the room, it flares as his bright eyes lock on to the Chief Court Mage)
“You!”
(His voice and face, through the abyssal corruption twisting them, feel eerily familiar...)
“How did you get back here! How did you change back!”
(He lunges at the mage but stops himself, recoiling and curling his tail closer to him, all of his hands shake; with rage? With fear? With sadness and hurt?)
“Hghh, dammit- Are you happy now? Now that I am finally beneath you… assss a monssster…”
“Wassss it worth it, Ccccyran?”
(The hypofiend waits for an answer, twisting a ring around one of his fingers muttering under his breath)
“...Traitor...”
(OOC note- Post COA)
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Akh! You! Don't--
*Even though the creature announced itself by speaking first, the lunge is quite sudden and a flinch is unavoidable. But the just-as-quick retreat signals that confrontation is not to be expected. Nonetheless, Cyran remains cautious.*
... what? Whatever are you talking about?
I have not left this place in quite a while, nor have I found the need to transformed back into anything... who, in fact, are you?
You call me traitor, but I assure you, I am less of an enemy to you than you think. So explain quickly, for you are an unfortunate visitor to my realm.
