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L U C I F E R ?
"You hesitate Shadow, but remember your despair.
This is your only chance to make it end."
This is your only chance to make it end."
it was not wise to temper with something clearly dangerous - and clearly not in a right state of mind.
never mind the sparks that danced and flew in all directions from where they connected like a charging current between spines and visceral red seething cracks.
another - another noise of damnation as what sounded like the noise reality would make in a tearing motion brought the black - crimson infected - beast twirling out of reach of the assault.
and those great massive wings beat him back into a smooth dive - twice the bolts of lurid red springing from the unstable red red red and smashed into the canon walls, collapsing another end.
and then a sudden psychic cacophony that could reach and infect near anyone in reach as the beast swooped overhead spewing flames again at the flammable scenery.
S̷̛͈̖̞̝̩̯̼̟͚̲̘̻͈̱͎̦̟̈́̈̏̅͑̉͆͐͋̋̂̽͌̌̚͘͜ͅl̸̨̨̗̞͔͖̖̜͈̣̩̰͇̙̠͉̦͒̆̿̅͌͌͑̑̐̈́̏͒̓̈́͘̕͘͠͠ͅͅą̶̧̮͔̣̜̮̲͕͚͈͓͇̯̤̹̮́͊͑͐̅͗̐̀̎͗̈̅̌̎̋̿͛̕͜͝ý̴̧̱̟͍̪̳̝͓͓̥̟͚̱̰̣̰̼͔̏̓͒̈̋̂̈̒́͛̾̋̉̂͌̎͂̚ȩ̵̡͉͈̭̙̟̳̺̙͔̭͎͔̥̰͎͕̋͊̄̽̄͐͛̑̔̐́̔͂̒̓͋̕͠ŗ̷̧̡̛̱̥̟͔̞̤̺̯̼̪̖̠̬̙̑̆̽̔͂̉͛͗͐̆̓̈́́̓̿̚͘ͅs̵̢̞̣͚̦̠͖̲̱̤̖̫̙̝͎̟͇̗͛͂̈́̊̊̒̔̓͑̉͒̈́͋͂̂̕͘͝͝ ̸̨̟͖̺̟͙͔͚̙̫͇͉̬̯̫̙̳̤̠̿̇̒͌̈́͗̓͆͆̆̓͐́͌͘̚͠͝ǫ̷̠̖̩̬̙̼̣͔͚̰̘̳̜̪̫͛͂͒̒̿̇̀̀̌͋̃̈́̆͒́͘̕͜ͅf̴̨̤̳͉̥̥͉̗̭̫͙̟̦̻̩̺͊̑̇̅̈́́́̌̾̍̌̇́̀̚͘̚͜͠ͅͅ ̶̨̢̡̧̧̦̝͎̙̟̪̬̝̲͈̣͖̹̀͋̉̂̾̿̃̆̓̈́̿͒̇̃̈̇͊͜͝͠ḿ̷̧̧̠͕͔̻̲̱̮̖̹̗̖͇̪̭̅̀͌͆̒̃́̄̂̈́̈́̿͊̽̄̇̆͋͜y̸̧̢͙̩͕̭̯͓̰͚̘͈͉͈̯̭̮̦͉̐͌̓̍̏̌̏̓̆̉̅̈́̿̎́̽̕͝ ̶̨̢̨̛̤̮̪̣͓̪͉̦̖͔̮̼͎̘͍̩̄͋́͑͑͛̅̊̓͒̇̅͑͛̓͌̔̚ć̴̨̧̧̱̠̻̺̺̬̫̹͈̥͚͈͖̤̻̌̓̋̓̃̀̎̈̇̓̔̒̒̈̈́̚͝͠h̴̢̧̛̖̠̺̮̯̘͉̦̩̝̟̣̤̺͇̓́̍̍͌̔͊́̀͆̃͂̋̏̄̕ͅͅĭ̸̢͖̺̜̫̣̙̪̙̲͉͍͔͚̭̱̤̩̿͌̈́͑̅͂̀͛͐̀̂͐̈́̆͌͝͝ͅĺ̵̨̡̬̣̲̥͔̹͍̣̪͈̝͖̪̭͖͇̃̓̔̅̉̒̾̒̔͂͒͒̐̀̽͋̚̕ḑ̶̡͈̭̞̮̞͔̹̬̳͓̦͓̮̒̌̒͌̓̽͋͋͊̓̿̉̽̆͛̑͠͝ͅͅ,̶̢̛̘̳̤͖̮̮̰͇͈̦̬̠̲͍̊̃͛̾͊͊̊̑͗͆̍́͐̌͛͘͜͜͝͠ ̵̧̛̮͕͔̗̣̰͚̞̘̬̬̹̙͍̝͍͚̭͊̍̋̄́̈́̋̔́́̐̅̌́̾́̃̚S̸̡̡̡̟̠͖̱̤̠̟͕̟̭̜̮͙͒̌̈́͌̑͋̉̎͂̊̈́̌̒̃̄̿̂̕ͅĻ̷̨̧̧̳̠̳̰̗͖̯̠͎̜̼͉̪̏̀̍̀͌̾͌̈́̐̈́͑̾̉̅͌͐͘ͅÁ̴̛̪̦̟͖̳̙̣̪̭̝̗͓̱̯̯̬̪̼̯́̽̐̓̈́̂̓̆̂̈́̊̅̉̆̊̕Y̸̨̛̘͇͍̲̘̪͚͕̘͎͕͚̖̯͔͓͎̾͗̄͌̅̾̑͆͆͛͗͗́͗̚̕͠͝ͅḚ̶͉̦͉͎̪̫̟͓̤̼̳̖͖̱͓͔͚̃͑͒͗̉̅̊̈̔̂̒͋̽́̿̕͘͘͝R̷̢̡̬̩͙͇̹̟̦͚͙̰͙̦̪̜̎͑͂̇̿͊͐̒̉̆͐̃͐̈́͆͂͂ͅͅS̷̢̙̺̪̟̜̻͕̖̙̝̞͇̗̲̮̗̋̇̈́͆̔̈̔͗̓̎͗͗͋̀͌͑͜͠͝ ̴̧̨̢̛̪̖̹̥̼͈̼̹̞͉̳̞̤̹̳̝͛̑̄̒̎͛̒̀̐̂̅̿̉̈́̕̕Ǫ̶̹̪͉͈͇͈̭̞̞͍̲̪̰͔̬͚̭̯̽̈́̋̆͆͗̏̄̅͋̉̈́̔̈́̀̚̕̕͠F̷̧̼̻̳̣̯̱͕͉̻̖̫͇͎͓̫̝̫͇̐͆͛͂̿̀̈́̐̍̒͛́͛̌͐̌̐͐ ̷̧̧̢̨̛͉̭͚̞͎͎͔̟͇̩͔̻͕̠̺̒̑̀̉̅̉̾̐̈̅̑̓́̈̌̎̚Ḿ̶͇̼͓̟̰̥̘͚̬̤͎̝̺̘̹̺̄̒͋͛̾̔̒̃̇͐̃̂͆͗̒͌̑̐͜͜Y̷̡̱̤͚̰̪͍̲̫̤̟͔̻̜̺̻͌̈́̇̆̉͐̍͑̔̂̄͛̀̃̋̎͘͜͠͠ͅ ̸̪̹̩̙̬͖̩͙̰̳͖̦̜̣̬̥̘̺͛̽̃̈́̉̐̐̉̎̈́̏̔̃́̾̕͘͠Ç̸̡̠͖̳̬̱͖̳̻͔͕͔̞̜͓̦̻͓̀̾̇́̈̊̆͋̆̏̃͑͆̚̚͘̚Ḣ̶̟͎̠͍̦̩̯͙̞͔̘̟͔̹͚̩̒̀͂͂́͑̑̎̈́̉̌̃͒̅̚̚͝ͅI̷̧̧̧̦̞͎̮̫̮̟̰̲͇̫̮͖͒́̀̏́̀͐͒̒̎̇͐͐̋̉̿̐̓̀͜ͅL̶̢̛̳͙̮͍͔͉͓̦̪̥̮͙͇̼̗̮͆̃̓̓̏̓͌̊͗́͋̓͌̏͝͝͠ͅD̴̡̨̛̛̞̳͖̞̩̖̖̬͇̦̻̗͙͙͍̑͌̅̅̈́̑͊̅̓͑͆̈́́̚̚͜,̴̨̹̯̳̲̫͇͙͇̱̗͖̙͙̦͚̗̦͛̎́̔̄́̎̂͋̀̀̍͛̈́͆̚͝͠ ̵̜̞̝̞̠̜̤̺͈̺̘̠̝̬̪̲͍̦̀̉̃̓̒̉̀͌̿̌̇̽̓̂͌͒͘͘͝P̸̢̡̢͓̞̩̭͚͔̦͓̠̀̈́͊̊̎̐̽͗̈́̎͆̈̊̎̌̋̽̕̕͜͜͜͜͜E̵̢̛͎̤̰͈̞̞̞̳͔̻̱̼̺͖̰̙͑̒̈̈́͆̈̈̀̾̈̂͌̆̕̚̚͝Ŗ̵̺̟͚̮͔͕̘̰̖͈̠̗͔͎̘͎̪̱̄̏̄̄͂̂́̋̓̔̒̈́̇͌͑͆̕͝͠I̶̡̡̨̧͔̮̤̭͔̰͈̼̻̠̭͔̻̠͌̏̇̄̀̐̍́̑̃̔̽̅̂̒̐̾͜͝S̵̡̧͎̘͇̻̺͖͔̣͔̯̠̙̜͈͙͐̊̀͑̐̐̍͌̔͒̽̈́̋͛̐͋̆̔͝H̵̨̬̲̜͉͖̞̳̜̩̰̗̝̭͇̰͖͎̍̀͊̈́̈́̄̔́̈́̏̑̽̅͛̀͋͘͝
an agony of red red red lancing across minds and the words hissed, spat and shrieked in a multitude of voices and languages.
he swooped back and the jet of pure red flame mingled with another bolt of lightning - incinerating another portion of the forest as the corpses began to pile up - one unfortunate, named Perry, to the rosebloods perished in the flames.
[ he's saying 'slayers of my child, perish' basically - also grey gave permission for Perry to die permanently, though this post is oof a lil less good bc of the bad internet here so its kinda rushed / i'll maybe do one more post then have him leave considerin my internet oof. ]
never mind the sparks that danced and flew in all directions from where they connected like a charging current between spines and visceral red seething cracks.
another - another noise of damnation as what sounded like the noise reality would make in a tearing motion brought the black - crimson infected - beast twirling out of reach of the assault.
and those great massive wings beat him back into a smooth dive - twice the bolts of lurid red springing from the unstable red red red and smashed into the canon walls, collapsing another end.
and then a sudden psychic cacophony that could reach and infect near anyone in reach as the beast swooped overhead spewing flames again at the flammable scenery.
S̷̛͈̖̞̝̩̯̼̟͚̲̘̻͈̱͎̦̟̈́̈̏̅͑̉͆͐͋̋̂̽͌̌̚͘͜ͅl̸̨̨̗̞͔͖̖̜͈̣̩̰͇̙̠͉̦͒̆̿̅͌͌͑̑̐̈́̏͒̓̈́͘̕͘͠͠ͅͅą̶̧̮͔̣̜̮̲͕͚͈͓͇̯̤̹̮́͊͑͐̅͗̐̀̎͗̈̅̌̎̋̿͛̕͜͝ý̴̧̱̟͍̪̳̝͓͓̥̟͚̱̰̣̰̼͔̏̓͒̈̋̂̈̒́͛̾̋̉̂͌̎͂̚ȩ̵̡͉͈̭̙̟̳̺̙͔̭͎͔̥̰͎͕̋͊̄̽̄͐͛̑̔̐́̔͂̒̓͋̕͠ŗ̷̧̡̛̱̥̟͔̞̤̺̯̼̪̖̠̬̙̑̆̽̔͂̉͛͗͐̆̓̈́́̓̿̚͘ͅs̵̢̞̣͚̦̠͖̲̱̤̖̫̙̝͎̟͇̗͛͂̈́̊̊̒̔̓͑̉͒̈́͋͂̂̕͘͝͝ ̸̨̟͖̺̟͙͔͚̙̫͇͉̬̯̫̙̳̤̠̿̇̒͌̈́͗̓͆͆̆̓͐́͌͘̚͠͝ǫ̷̠̖̩̬̙̼̣͔͚̰̘̳̜̪̫͛͂͒̒̿̇̀̀̌͋̃̈́̆͒́͘̕͜ͅf̴̨̤̳͉̥̥͉̗̭̫͙̟̦̻̩̺͊̑̇̅̈́́́̌̾̍̌̇́̀̚͘̚͜͠ͅͅ ̶̨̢̡̧̧̦̝͎̙̟̪̬̝̲͈̣͖̹̀͋̉̂̾̿̃̆̓̈́̿͒̇̃̈̇͊͜͝͠ḿ̷̧̧̠͕͔̻̲̱̮̖̹̗̖͇̪̭̅̀͌͆̒̃́̄̂̈́̈́̿͊̽̄̇̆͋͜y̸̧̢͙̩͕̭̯͓̰͚̘͈͉͈̯̭̮̦͉̐͌̓̍̏̌̏̓̆̉̅̈́̿̎́̽̕͝ ̶̨̢̨̛̤̮̪̣͓̪͉̦̖͔̮̼͎̘͍̩̄͋́͑͑͛̅̊̓͒̇̅͑͛̓͌̔̚ć̴̨̧̧̱̠̻̺̺̬̫̹͈̥͚͈͖̤̻̌̓̋̓̃̀̎̈̇̓̔̒̒̈̈́̚͝͠h̴̢̧̛̖̠̺̮̯̘͉̦̩̝̟̣̤̺͇̓́̍̍͌̔͊́̀͆̃͂̋̏̄̕ͅͅĭ̸̢͖̺̜̫̣̙̪̙̲͉͍͔͚̭̱̤̩̿͌̈́͑̅͂̀͛͐̀̂͐̈́̆͌͝͝ͅĺ̵̨̡̬̣̲̥͔̹͍̣̪͈̝͖̪̭͖͇̃̓̔̅̉̒̾̒̔͂͒͒̐̀̽͋̚̕ḑ̶̡͈̭̞̮̞͔̹̬̳͓̦͓̮̒̌̒͌̓̽͋͋͊̓̿̉̽̆͛̑͠͝ͅͅ,̶̢̛̘̳̤͖̮̮̰͇͈̦̬̠̲͍̊̃͛̾͊͊̊̑͗͆̍́͐̌͛͘͜͜͝͠ ̵̧̛̮͕͔̗̣̰͚̞̘̬̬̹̙͍̝͍͚̭͊̍̋̄́̈́̋̔́́̐̅̌́̾́̃̚S̸̡̡̡̟̠͖̱̤̠̟͕̟̭̜̮͙͒̌̈́͌̑͋̉̎͂̊̈́̌̒̃̄̿̂̕ͅĻ̷̨̧̧̳̠̳̰̗͖̯̠͎̜̼͉̪̏̀̍̀͌̾͌̈́̐̈́͑̾̉̅͌͐͘ͅÁ̴̛̪̦̟͖̳̙̣̪̭̝̗͓̱̯̯̬̪̼̯́̽̐̓̈́̂̓̆̂̈́̊̅̉̆̊̕Y̸̨̛̘͇͍̲̘̪͚͕̘͎͕͚̖̯͔͓͎̾͗̄͌̅̾̑͆͆͛͗͗́͗̚̕͠͝ͅḚ̶͉̦͉͎̪̫̟͓̤̼̳̖͖̱͓͔͚̃͑͒͗̉̅̊̈̔̂̒͋̽́̿̕͘͘͝R̷̢̡̬̩͙͇̹̟̦͚͙̰͙̦̪̜̎͑͂̇̿͊͐̒̉̆͐̃͐̈́͆͂͂ͅͅS̷̢̙̺̪̟̜̻͕̖̙̝̞͇̗̲̮̗̋̇̈́͆̔̈̔͗̓̎͗͗͋̀͌͑͜͠͝ ̴̧̨̢̛̪̖̹̥̼͈̼̹̞͉̳̞̤̹̳̝͛̑̄̒̎͛̒̀̐̂̅̿̉̈́̕̕Ǫ̶̹̪͉͈͇͈̭̞̞͍̲̪̰͔̬͚̭̯̽̈́̋̆͆͗̏̄̅͋̉̈́̔̈́̀̚̕̕͠F̷̧̼̻̳̣̯̱͕͉̻̖̫͇͎͓̫̝̫͇̐͆͛͂̿̀̈́̐̍̒͛́͛̌͐̌̐͐ ̷̧̧̢̨̛͉̭͚̞͎͎͔̟͇̩͔̻͕̠̺̒̑̀̉̅̉̾̐̈̅̑̓́̈̌̎̚Ḿ̶͇̼͓̟̰̥̘͚̬̤͎̝̺̘̹̺̄̒͋͛̾̔̒̃̇͐̃̂͆͗̒͌̑̐͜͜Y̷̡̱̤͚̰̪͍̲̫̤̟͔̻̜̺̻͌̈́̇̆̉͐̍͑̔̂̄͛̀̃̋̎͘͜͠͠ͅ ̸̪̹̩̙̬͖̩͙̰̳͖̦̜̣̬̥̘̺͛̽̃̈́̉̐̐̉̎̈́̏̔̃́̾̕͘͠Ç̸̡̠͖̳̬̱͖̳̻͔͕͔̞̜͓̦̻͓̀̾̇́̈̊̆͋̆̏̃͑͆̚̚͘̚Ḣ̶̟͎̠͍̦̩̯͙̞͔̘̟͔̹͚̩̒̀͂͂́͑̑̎̈́̉̌̃͒̅̚̚͝ͅI̷̧̧̧̦̞͎̮̫̮̟̰̲͇̫̮͖͒́̀̏́̀͐͒̒̎̇͐͐̋̉̿̐̓̀͜ͅL̶̢̛̳͙̮͍͔͉͓̦̪̥̮͙͇̼̗̮͆̃̓̓̏̓͌̊͗́͋̓͌̏͝͝͠ͅD̴̡̨̛̛̞̳͖̞̩̖̖̬͇̦̻̗͙͙͍̑͌̅̅̈́̑͊̅̓͑͆̈́́̚̚͜,̴̨̹̯̳̲̫͇͙͇̱̗͖̙͙̦͚̗̦͛̎́̔̄́̎̂͋̀̀̍͛̈́͆̚͝͠ ̵̜̞̝̞̠̜̤̺͈̺̘̠̝̬̪̲͍̦̀̉̃̓̒̉̀͌̿̌̇̽̓̂͌͒͘͘͝P̸̢̡̢͓̞̩̭͚͔̦͓̠̀̈́͊̊̎̐̽͗̈́̎͆̈̊̎̌̋̽̕̕͜͜͜͜͜E̵̢̛͎̤̰͈̞̞̞̳͔̻̱̼̺͖̰̙͑̒̈̈́͆̈̈̀̾̈̂͌̆̕̚̚͝Ŗ̵̺̟͚̮͔͕̘̰̖͈̠̗͔͎̘͎̪̱̄̏̄̄͂̂́̋̓̔̒̈́̇͌͑͆̕͝͠I̶̡̡̨̧͔̮̤̭͔̰͈̼̻̠̭͔̻̠͌̏̇̄̀̐̍́̑̃̔̽̅̂̒̐̾͜͝S̵̡̧͎̘͇̻̺͖͔̣͔̯̠̙̜͈͙͐̊̀͑̐̐̍͌̔͒̽̈́̋͛̐͋̆̔͝H̵̨̬̲̜͉͖̞̳̜̩̰̗̝̭͇̰͖͎̍̀͊̈́̈́̄̔́̈́̏̑̽̅͛̀͋͘͝
an agony of red red red lancing across minds and the words hissed, spat and shrieked in a multitude of voices and languages.
he swooped back and the jet of pure red flame mingled with another bolt of lightning - incinerating another portion of the forest as the corpses began to pile up - one unfortunate, named Perry, to the rosebloods perished in the flames.
[ he's saying 'slayers of my child, perish' basically - also grey gave permission for Perry to die permanently, though this post is oof a lil less good bc of the bad internet here so its kinda rushed / i'll maybe do one more post then have him leave considerin my internet oof. ]
I CANNOT STOP, RUN, I CANNOT STOP HIM, I CANNOT STOP ME - EVERYTHING IS SCR E A M ING
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