*Giratina is dead, that's what I implied with the lack of healing magic that was keeping them alive,.*
"Ah I see, its fun for you. I used to seek a way to escape this place, now I'm glad that there isn't one. The world doesn't need someone like you."
*Oh, ok.*
Correlion smiles a little. "Of course, former king Malrick. None of us may stand in the face of your pure morality. I am evil, of course, as are we all here. Because of that we all deserve punishment -- oh, except you of course. I will be here cheering and clapping as a profession of sinless saints arrive in a chariot of gold to whisk you away from this place, back to your rightful home. Everyone shall cheer of course, for the endlessly good and forgiving Malrick! The one who, so innocent, was placed here by sheer mistake. The one who binds souls in servitude to benefit off of their strength. I could never compare to your goodness, former king Malrick. Forgive me for my aura of sinful energy, the land I am tainting by standing near such holy ground that you have graced with your presence."
"You are evil, and I am hardly the only one here that is good. I am far from innocent, many have died by my hand, and my placement upon this realm was hardly a mistake. I do not 'bind souls in servitude.' I have very few that have sword their alligance to me, and that by purely their choice. I see you are still immature, I bet you couldn't wait to have me be back to taunt.
I've told you before, and I do not wish to tell you again. I am not a king, never was. Someone who makes choices for the good of his people does not need to be considered a tyrant. So, hope you have the best time amassing even more power, I do not wish to take any more of your precious time.
Also, a angel is a creature of good. Stop referring to yourself as an Archangel, it disgusts me, you are no longer one of them Correlion, except it."
Malrick sends a torrent of fire towards Giratina, performing a funeral ritual. After this task is complete, he picks up a handful of scorched earth and walks away.
"You speak like a child. It bores me." Correlion flips open a notebook. "Would you like a chronological list of the times you have referred to yourself as a king, or would you prefer me to directly transplant the memory into your mind? I think that those that believe that they need to make choices for the good of their people are egotistical, and that those who use the words good and evil in such a manner as a child would attach stickers to toys are unfit for such positions by any means. You do not need to be a tyrant to be incompetent. Additionally, Malrick, those that swear fealty to you by choice can be turned away. That is the greatest test of your morality in my opinion. If you let those who wish to hand their souls to you permission to do so, you are no better than those that coerce others into such acts - a hypocrite in its finest form. The wolf that cries over its kill is no better than the one that doesn't, for the result is still the same." They smile slightly. "And yes of course, King Malrick. I would hate to disgust you, and I cannot believe I would be so presumptuous to believe that I, an angel, would know what an angel is. Am I a devil now, Malrick? Perhaps you should have attended classes better detailing the nature of extraplanar beings. No matter. I could kill you now, I suppose, but you are like a roach, determined to crawl back out from the rocks and hiss and squirm in your distaste for me." They shut their book, wings folding behind themselves. "Though I may stop by to leave some books by your door, if you would like to better educate yourself on the philosophy of morality as well as magical taxonomy in terms of classification of non-mortal creatures. Farewell, Malrick." Without waiting a moment, Correlion takes off back into the sky, wings spread outwards as their shadow looms over the area for a moment, before disappearing through a dimensional door.
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The Conferencier, finished with their grim piece of bloody artwork, leaps from the ravine and onto the surface of Profanus, slowly making his way back to the Cabaret.
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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.”
"You speak like a child. It bores me." Correlion flips open a notebook. "Would you like a chronological list of the times you have referred to yourself as a king, or would you prefer me to directly transplant the memory into your mind? I think that those that believe that they need to make choices for the good of their people are egotistical, and that those who use the words good and evil in such a manner as a child would attach stickers to toys are unfit for such positions by any means. You do not need to be a tyrant to be incompetent. Additionally, Malrick, those that swear fealty to you by choice can be turned away. That is the greatest test of your morality in my opinion. If you let those who wish to hand their souls to you permission to do so, you are no better than those that coerce others into such acts - a hypocrite in its finest form. The wolf that cries over its kill is no better than the one that doesn't, for the result is still the same." They smile slightly. "And yes of course, King Malrick. I would hate to disgust you, and I cannot believe I would be so presumptuous to believe that I, an angel, would know what an angel is. Am I a devil now, Malrick? Perhaps you should have attended classes better detailing the nature of extraplanar beings. No matter. I could kill you now, I suppose, but you are like a roach, determined to crawl back out from the rocks and hiss and squirm in your distaste for me." They shut their book, wings folding behind themselves. "Though I may stop by to leave some books by your door, if you would like to better educate yourself on the philosophy of morality as well as magical taxonomy in terms of classification of non-mortal creatures. Farewell, Malrick." Without waiting a moment, Correlion takes off back into the sky, wings spread outwards as their shadow looms over the area for a moment, before disappearing through a dimensional door.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The Conferencier, finished with their grim piece of bloody artwork, leaps from the ravine and onto the surface of Profanus, slowly making his way back to the Cabaret.
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.”
Ravarus is resting near one of Correlion's portals to Cyrrendale, Rendy resting on the tree on his back, happily munching on some leaves.
Zeon has reemerged from his war torn layer after being missing for some time, now wandering around Profanus to see what has transpired in his absence.
The dracolich Coronet is perched up on a high peak, enjoying the typical carnage that the first plane of Tenebrae Sine Fine is known for.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
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