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Hey! I'm here to join in on everything going on. I see there are.. kind of a lot of me around?? Thats pretty.. strange...

@the-evil-librarian

(May be a liiittle slow at rp chains at times)

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I told you to kill him!

The pain doesn’t stop, it worsens like the grip of a hand, snaking up to your neck. It doesn’t hurt enough to cut off his air supply, but it does hurt.

But….. Fine.

The pressure loosens, moves away from his throat.

You get another chance. Kill him, make him unable to defeat me.

Find a way past the heroes, and kill him.

[He lets go of his hand to respond, and the pain instantly seems worse. He inhales shakily, drawing up the courage- ha- to speak through the pain.]

I WILL. I swear by you I-I will-

[The agony crawls up his neck, cutting him off and causing him to gasp, halting his breathing on his own in anticipation. When nothing happens, he inhales desperately, his breathing coming in too quick, too hard. He sits there for a moment, collecting himself enough to speak again.]

Thank you- master. I won't fail you a second time, I promise.

[When he's sure Demise is gone, He sits up slowly, breathing in and out carefully and trying to calm his beating heart. His hands shake as he rests a hand on his chest, leaning over and clenching his shirt in a fist.]

[Angry tears slip out of his eyes, and he's too tired to blink them back. Make Birdie unable to defeat him? Hasn't that happened already?? Hasn't that kid lost enough? If the current hero of the sky beat Demise and was left with... that mark, then isn't Birdie being in any lesser state than Sky was considered a win?]

...

[Does he really need to kill Birdie? Is there no other option? He can't go back to the heroes for help after this- he can't. If Demise is watching, it'll be a death sentence.]

[He doesn't want to be here anymore. He misses the sky. He misses when everything was so simple and easy and filled with joy...]

#evil linked universe #linked universe rp #lu rp #chain rp

Something creeps up your arm, under your skin, a pain so deep inside it seems engrained in your body, your entire being...

You failed.

The pain creeps further along, higher, worse. He's not putting in much effort, but your pain tolerance is low.

I told you to kill the boy...

You failed.

The pain, the pressure, increases. Slowly, but more and more. Like someone is grabbing your arm, your body, hard enough to bruise, to break. But he doesn't.

[His breath hitches as he notices the sensation building in his arm. He knows that kind of pain. That presence. He should've known there'd be consequences for disobeying him. He should've known those heroes wouldn't be able to keep him safe. not from him.]

[A small sob escapes his throat as the pain builds up, searing through his arm and slowly spreading through his body. He stumbles back against a tree and sits down heavily, holding his arm tightly.]

[He curls up at the sound of that voice. Dammit, dammit, dammit- He shouldn't have tried to do the right thing. Shouldn't have spared that sweet kid if it meant this'd all be over already. He inhales shakily as the pain ramps up, spreading through his body, reaching into the very core of his soul and dousing it in flames.]

[He hates pain. Hates the way it makes him hyperaware of his body, the way it fills his mind so completely and renders him unable to think. He needs to satiate Demise. Needs to get him to stop or he'll break under his master's hands.]

I know. I'm not making any excuses, my lord, but- please. Give me a little more time. He has multiple heroes on his side. I-I need to proceed delicately.

[His voice is small and wavering, wracked with pain, getting more and more strained as the pain intensifies. Anything, anything to get a little more time.]

[He's gripping his arm hard enough to leave a dark bruise at this point. The pressure is too much to handle. With a strangled cry, he lets go of his arm and bites his hand instead, breaking through the skin in the process. It helps a little. It's easier to channel the pain into bite pressure. But sweet Hylia this needs to END already-]