Quoth The Raven [EVENT] May 19, 2017 7:45:07 GMT
Post by BM on May 19, 2017 7:45:07 GMT
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Those endless cycles upon saturated ground holding placid ignorance stood strong. Days into weeks and weeks into months yet those without mercy knew little strength. By peeling back an old veil fools shall meet methods long forgotten. Young Bloods these days knew little about what true horrors once trespassed upon sacred ground. Vile Beasts corrupted souls through consumption and impure, weak, hearts hastened such a transformation after death. Though once fighting for saving humanity and all things spiritual now after five hundred years Nevermore still held fast onto what these Gods of Death at his feet once tried breaking from him. Their transgressions, they had heeded neither warning nor conversation years prior. World order, balance between words was just another obligation for His Majesty. Once He stood upon His throne then all sins would been washed away. Nevermore firmly believed such.
"Be as it may, I am no friend of yours." The Gentleman spoke coldly towards those beneath his feet. Five bodies with two living. Three corpses, three holes in their chest yet not a single weapon seemingly on hand. With right hand lifted up a single silvery line shined from his right pointer finger up into the air. Pushing lowered glasses from nose to eyes the nigh invisible wire moved, pulling one living Death God up with wire slicing into neck. "I am no god. Merely an Angel of Death, reaping those who defy His Majesty." He was no longer mortal. He was no longer Human. Nevermore was no simple Quincy. He was something different. Something beyond commonsense. Something that suddenly---
Right hand lowered with a single wire wrapping around the only two living Reapers. Screams went unvocalized. Wire dug into skin. Wire moved deep. Through skin. Through muscle tissue into bone. By time his hand reached his side they were nothing but blood. One wire, enough wraps to turn all flesh to nothing leaving but only blood for his wire to absorb turning a pure shade of crimson that spiraled around him turning into the shape of a rose behind him with thorns. A crimson rose with a stalk and thorns.