Any piece removed from the paste immediately dies, kept alive only by the positive energy of Ragnorra. The parts not 'rescued' are completely subsumed into Ragnorra in less than a minute.
Felix is gone. The only parts of him that remain are the parts that are capable of understanding that they are in infinite pain. Even his soul has been warped into a mindless hunk of endless pain.
Such is the way Ragnorra deals with those who mistreat her children.
The crooked god-eater, still mostly flayed from Ragnorra's embrace, clutches the severed hand it was able to 'save' from the flesh, anger and grief boiling over. "...You killed him. You killed the only person in this entire damned realm that truly loved me at all..." Its entire being is shaking.
The one thing it cared about here is gone. Now, nothing shall be spared. Not even her.
"He didn't love you, child. He was using you. Treated you like a monster. He was going to kill you. He probably sent that other one to stop you. I love you. Only I do."
Helianth feels a second presence. It hears a whisper in its mind, a clinging, hungry, hollow voice.
"What a beautiful thing... you hold it tight... Even a monster cries for it... What a strength... Kindness? Indiscriminate love... Yes... What an amazing lesson... I'll take this... to 'heart,' ha..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Any piece removed from the paste immediately dies, kept alive only by the positive energy of Ragnorra. The parts not 'rescued' are completely subsumed into Ragnorra in less than a minute.
Felix is gone. The only parts of him that remain are the parts that are capable of understanding that they are in infinite pain. Even his soul has been warped into a mindless hunk of endless pain.
Such is the way Ragnorra deals with those who mistreat her children.
The crooked god-eater, still mostly flayed from Ragnorra's embrace, clutches the severed hand it was able to 'save' from the flesh, anger and grief boiling over. "...You killed him. You killed the only person in this entire damned realm that truly loved me at all..." Its entire being is shaking.
The one thing it cared about here is gone. Now, nothing shall be spared. Not even her.
"He didn't love you, child. He was using you. Treated you like a monster. He was going to kill you. He probably sent that other one to stop you. I love you. Only I do."
Helianth feels a second presence. It hears a whisper in its mind, a clinging, hungry, hollow voice.
"What a beautiful thing... you hold it tight... Even a monster cries for it... What a strength... Kindness? Indiscriminate love... Yes... What an amazing lesson... I'll take this... to 'heart,' ha..."
The god eater is shocked into silence hearing that second presence- so much so that it almost forgets what Ragnorra said. It looks at her, flower heads (or at least, what's left of them) roaring to life with orange flames. "You don't know what you're talking about. You don't know him."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"He didn't love you, child. He was using you. Treated you like a monster. He was going to kill you. He probably sent that other one to stop you. I love you. Only I do."
Helianth feels a second presence. It hears a whisper in its mind, a clinging, hungry, hollow voice.
"What a beautiful thing... you hold it tight... Even a monster cries for it... What a strength... Kindness? Indiscriminate love... Yes... What an amazing lesson... I'll take this... to 'heart,' ha..."
The god eater is shocked into silence hearing that second presence- so much so that it almost forgets what Ragnorra said. It looks at her, flower heads (or at least, what's left of them) roaring to life with orange flames. "You don't know what you're talking about. You don't know him."
"...do not talk to me this way. You are my child, but I will discipline you if I must... Remember your place."
The voice speaks again, this time different. It has a gentleness to it, but it's a growl.
"What a b(gp). 'Your place?' Bull... You've done all of this, everything, without her... You don't have to listen to her..." Then, it takes on its original tone. Ravenous curiosity. "But will you? Was his love strong enough that you would take her on just for his memory? At this point, it's a suicide... but does self-preservation overtake love? So many answers, so many options... A decision point for me too."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"He didn't love you, child. He was using you. Treated you like a monster. He was going to kill you. He probably sent that other one to stop you. I love you. Only I do."
Helianth feels a second presence. It hears a whisper in its mind, a clinging, hungry, hollow voice.
"What a beautiful thing... you hold it tight... Even a monster cries for it... What a strength... Kindness? Indiscriminate love... Yes... What an amazing lesson... I'll take this... to 'heart,' ha..."
The god eater is shocked into silence hearing that second presence- so much so that it almost forgets what Ragnorra said. It looks at her, flower heads (or at least, what's left of them) roaring to life with orange flames. "You don't know what you're talking about. You don't know him."
"...do not talk to me this way. You are my child, but I will discipline you if I must... Remember your place."
The voice speaks again, this time different. It has a gentleness to it, but it's a growl.
"What a b(gp). 'Your place?' Bull... You've done all of this, everything, without her... You don't have to listen to her..." Then, it takes on its original tone. Ravenous curiosity. "But will you? Was his love strong enough that you would take her on just for his memory? At this point, it's a suicide... but does self-preservation overtake love? So many answers, so many options... A decision point for me too."
"..." It is silent again for a while, thinking to itself. The death angel still shakes with anger as it looks at her, but it manages to still itself for just a few seconds. "...I haven't forgotten my place... one I carved from the fabric of the world myself... for him. For us. And I plan to ensure that work is not wasted." Its flames still burn bright with rage. "You hold no power over me here."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Julius has been locked up in his secret Pumpkin patch for three nights, the old wood around him thawed by his warming presence. For three nights, wisps darted across the night sky, carrying one of his candle flames, streaking close to the ground and melting ice and snow, centered around populated areas and villages. It’s not much, but it helps.
As the false sun rose after the third night, the great gates of his pumpkin patch open and Julius, form radiating more heat than usual to combat the winter, walks out. He has a sickle in hand, and sprouting at his feet are ashen brambles. He can’t let his father’s realm stay like this. He needs to make a difference, he needs to get work done. wind picks him up and carries him into the sky, the night alight with his presence.
It may be well into winter already, but for the Heir to the Autumn Throne, it’s harvest season.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Julius has been locked up in his secret Pumpkin patch for three nights, the old wood around him thawed by his warming presence. For three nights, wisps darted across the night sky, carrying one of his candle flames, streaking close to the ground and melting ice and snow, centered around populated areas and villages. It’s not much, but it helps.
As the false sun rose after the third night, the great gates of his pumpkin patch open and Julius, form radiating more heat than usual to combat the winter, walks out. He has a sickle in hand, and sprouting at his feet are ashen brambles. He can’t let his father’s realm stay like this. He needs to make a difference, he needs to get work done. wind picks him up and carries him into the sky, the night alight with his presence.
It may be well into winter already, but for the Heir to the Autumn Throne, it’s harvest season.
A farmer is harvesting left over wheat in a giant robot.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"...do not talk to me this way. You are my child, but I will discipline you if I must... Remember your place."
The voice speaks again, this time different. It has a gentleness to it, but it's a growl.
"What a b(gp). 'Your place?' Bull... You've done all of this, everything, without her... You don't have to listen to her..." Then, it takes on its original tone. Ravenous curiosity. "But will you? Was his love strong enough that you would take her on just for his memory? At this point, it's a suicide... but does self-preservation overtake love? So many answers, so many options... A decision point for me too."
"..." It is silent again for a while, thinking to itself. The death angel still shakes with anger as it looks at her, but it manages to still itself for just a few seconds. "...I haven't forgotten my place... one I carved from the fabric of the world myself... for him. For us. And I plan to ensure that work is not wasted." Its flames still burn bright with rage. "You hold no power over me here."
"You insolent, foolish bra-"
The voice is no longer a whisper, and it startles Regnorra into silence.
"Insolent? Foolish."
"W-who..."
"You come to my safe haven, little, squirming thing, crashing through my beautiful sky once more. This was remembered, and remembered it will be still."
"No... no... I KILLED YOU."
"Not. Enough."
Organ music fills the air. The flesh quivers. The tear in the fake sky left behind by the 200-mile comet begins to repair itself.
"Helianth... love... you have a job to do. The punishment you could deal out at this moment is not... severe enough. The pain must be truly exquisite."
It becomes a whisper once more. "The fire. It will scorch her to the very core. I bear you under my shadow..."
"...under the name of Szerucharz the Scorned, Emperor of Strife, King of Misery."
"Now... to your work, beloved flower. Embrace catharsis..."
The voice fades out.
"Go. I will not have any association with that godless bastard child."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*That sounds fun. Also, Julius may be aware of a second Elder Evil on his father's land. Possibly a third coming soon.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Julius just got a whole lot more problems to deal with. Even being a fey prince, I doubt he’d be able to do it all alone… this will be fun*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"He didn't love you, child. He was using you. Treated you like a monster. He was going to kill you. He probably sent that other one to stop you. I love you. Only I do."
Helianth feels a second presence. It hears a whisper in its mind, a clinging, hungry, hollow voice.
"What a beautiful thing... you hold it tight... Even a monster cries for it... What a strength... Kindness? Indiscriminate love... Yes... What an amazing lesson... I'll take this... to 'heart,' ha..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The god eater is shocked into silence hearing that second presence- so much so that it almost forgets what Ragnorra said. It looks at her, flower heads (or at least, what's left of them) roaring to life with orange flames. "You don't know what you're talking about. You don't know him."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*anyone want to rp?*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"...do not talk to me this way. You are my child, but I will discipline you if I must... Remember your place."
The voice speaks again, this time different. It has a gentleness to it, but it's a growl.
"What a b(gp). 'Your place?' Bull... You've done all of this, everything, without her... You don't have to listen to her..." Then, it takes on its original tone. Ravenous curiosity. "But will you? Was his love strong enough that you would take her on just for his memory? At this point, it's a suicide... but does self-preservation overtake love? So many answers, so many options... A decision point for me too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I suppose I could*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*ok.*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*hello! How art thou?*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"..." It is silent again for a while, thinking to itself. The death angel still shakes with anger as it looks at her, but it manages to still itself for just a few seconds. "...I haven't forgotten my place... one I carved from the fabric of the world myself... for him. For us. And I plan to ensure that work is not wasted." Its flames still burn bright with rage. "You hold no power over me here."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Julius has been locked up in his secret Pumpkin patch for three nights, the old wood around him thawed by his warming presence. For three nights, wisps darted across the night sky, carrying one of his candle flames, streaking close to the ground and melting ice and snow, centered around populated areas and villages. It’s not much, but it helps.
As the false sun rose after the third night, the great gates of his pumpkin patch open and Julius, form radiating more heat than usual to combat the winter, walks out. He has a sickle in hand, and sprouting at his feet are ashen brambles. He can’t let his father’s realm stay like this. He needs to make a difference, he needs to get work done. wind picks him up and carries him into the sky, the night alight with his presence.
It may be well into winter already, but for the Heir to the Autumn Throne, it’s harvest season.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*glad you could join the club! This thread actually has a large population of eldritch horrors*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
A farmer is harvesting left over wheat in a giant robot.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*I’ve been quite well :>*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"You insolent, foolish bra-"
The voice is no longer a whisper, and it startles Regnorra into silence.
"Insolent? Foolish."
"W-who..."
"You come to my safe haven, little, squirming thing, crashing through my beautiful sky once more. This was remembered, and remembered it will be still."
"No... no... I KILLED YOU."
"Not. Enough."
Organ music fills the air. The flesh quivers. The tear in the fake sky left behind by the 200-mile comet begins to repair itself.
"Helianth... love... you have a job to do. The punishment you could deal out at this moment is not... severe enough. The pain must be truly exquisite."
It becomes a whisper once more. "The fire. It will scorch her to the very core. I bear you under my shadow..."
"...under the name of Szerucharz the Scorned, Emperor of Strife, King of Misery."
"Now... to your work, beloved flower. Embrace catharsis..."
The voice fades out.
"Go. I will not have any association with that godless bastard child."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*And with that, my day is done.*
*I feel better now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.