Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26068742-20170822035703/@comment-28929139-20170822041654

Insolence. Such impudence. Coiling around her throat, the hand seemed pressured and quite strong, he desired to squeeze and rob her lungs from the air that she loved to breathe—Curling over her lips, her grin was a mere mock to his quest, as this smile was proud and almost held the sin of vain, her ears were attuned to his request; question. Her body forced to the stairs she once stood too, she expressed fear not as no reason to be such, accepted came to her as she knew her job well—Such lost souls, she thought. Caught within her hazel hues, she stared directly into the one that wished to choke her, to kill her, to be pleased by her death and for that moment, she spoke not a single word; weeping somewhere, lost. “Born of his mother, a demon they claimed. He too, Bane, was a demon, as their blood was one and the same. Cruel and unfair this world is, I must admit. Confined and misjudged, he lived his days in a prison, as he was whispered sweet words of freedom and temptation; mayhem and destruction. Within his wake, his escape, he punished all one and the same, a slaughter to anyone in sight.” She had spoke, her voice wavered not as hand got tighter, the hostility rose. He held such hatred, such sadness and he was feeble, his will too weak to find his own way and his own view—His sister, if that was such, she thought the same for that soul to; guide them, she wanted to.



It was said. Those with regrets are often scared of death, but to Masa, she held no regrets and she accepted one day, in a future, she would die; a seed had been planted. To this smile that expressed glee, she wanted it to haunt him as it should, because to this moment, she was happy, quite glad even with death being so close to her; finally, no more lies. Glossing over her own pain, she gave them not the pleasure of seeing her pain nor sadness, as for once, she felt such a pain like this. In her memory, she remembered a boy and a girl, them, a pair of pitied twins, soon to be burdened by cruel destiny, let hellfire consume her if this is what must be done, as she will gladly play her part, so they too could shine like the sun. “You may find the shard here, in my domain, this temple to which shelters you—My part as been played, as I am no longer apart of this game. Your goal may be close, but I promise. It will be stopped not by me, but those who lie in the shadows, those born to the abyss darker than your own soul. To this. I must say. Good luck.” She said in a taunt, her voice became cold and callous; humored not as she simply smiled in glee. Her right hand lifted to point to the up the stairs, telling them, it was to there, that the shard would call them.