“Arrogant? Pompous blustering buffoon? Hello..2003..not 1903. Update the lame comebacks already. You’re the one who’s trying to throw her weight around anyways. I don’t act like I know a thing about you, but you also don’t know a damn thing about me, so how about you don’t try acting like you do also? You have no clue what was running through my mind during that fight, from the beginning to the end of it. See, Paris and Tash were the only things that ever brought out any hint of good in me. With Tash being with her man Hunter, and Paris gone, that part’s dead. I partially have you to thank for that. For killing that part that was brought out of me with your little games here. If you were trying to tear me up inside, screw with my head, guess what? It worked. Congratu-f**king-lations.”
::He punches the arm that’s gripping his wrist, the telekinetic effects driving her arm up, and her body back a little, enough to get him up back on the ground where he placed his hand on her arm as it was being held, and twisted it up and to the side, reversing the tension to her a little, and relieving it from him, just enough to get out of her grip. His eyes now are different…colder then before as his quick palm strike pushes Darkchilde back away from him.::
“Now, you know I only did that to get you off of me. Lash out if you want. We’re both screwed up by this whole thing right now…but out of respect for her, we can put aside our differences for her sake, because she probably would have wanted us to, or we can go at it and you can kill me, not doing anything but appeasing your little whim. We both there is no justice or retribution to be had here…”
::He’s cut off as his body slouches forward suddenly, convulsing slightly. Immediately, he feels as if he’s losing himself, fighting back as hard as he can, knowing that it’s useless for now. Images of insanity and chaos, beyond all evil, flooding his mind as his eyes darken, fading into a black tint. Knowing what it is, and what is going on, he jerks his head up to Darkchilde, beckoning.::
“Get out of here...now…watch out..no..”
::Suddenly, his body flies forward at lightening speed hammering into her sending her reeling, the charge followed up with massive blasts of eldritch energy striking her in the chest as the voices of three women in a cacophony discord of evil, torment, and hatred echoes from his voice.::
“How perfect of you.. we knew you would go on your little power trip, in your own blinded rage and vengeance give us exactly what we needed to come back and take care of you…a vessel of evil, serving the cause of good...ripped apart inside by your self-righteous crusade…now, now dear, did you really think you could be rid of us forever… Farrah. We’ve been watching and waiting. Now it’s time for us to take back our place.”
:: The sky erupts in a black and purple fury of energy, the air heavy with the stench of foul discord beyond that of evil, bordering on the edge of insanity and chaos, the greatest enemy of all good and evil. Soon, the area transformed into a land of graves and destruction, while to the outside world, the area appeared to be devoid of any activity for a long time… as if nothing had happened at all. Darkchilde and Will not detectable to anyone, not able to make contact with anyone on the outside, or contactable by anyone, now trapped in this realm of death.::
