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Date Posted: 04/14/05 8:34:40pm Thu
In reply to:
Emillia
's message, "You bastard" on 04/14/05 5:05:08pm Thu
" I gladly invite you to do so Emillia. " The Emperor said, his voice not shattering anyone's very existance by its power, though powerful indeed it was, as the entire room literally formed spiderweb cracks from the mere mention of his voice, as he held none of his potency back within the attack that was him simply..existing.
His hand slowly unraveling his clothing, restricting as it were, from his frame as the light pulsated, the angelic choir from before barely voicing themselves psychically in the minds of the rest. Only a small hint of instruments hidden and weaved into their voices as he continued to remove his garments.
" The scroll's location no longer matters, it has begun. Tyrsis will die, Kenji will die, and you shall become as I intended you to become. I put alot of effort into you before Emillia, and alot more of proving that I can bring a new power to the fold, one without the flaws of Forbiddion. " He continued, chuckling softly as his removed his cloak, his wings spreading out in glory as they simply were light itself.
" Tyrsis will, with her Dragon, become my servant as the scroll weaves its ancient curse upon her. Zenra is trapped in a place of my own design. Kenji, the son of your precious sister, is dying upon the floor as my guards are moving to ...preserve him for my pleasures. You may leave if you so desire, with Tyrsis...but your fate is sealed regardless. But I welcome you to fight me Emillia. " He said, matter of factly, and turned around, stepping thru a shining portal that opened up on his whim, even as the portal remained , existing for the sole benefit of letting Emillia test her mettle.
Even as the entire conversation went on, insidious energy wove itself within Tyrsis, barely being defended against by Kenji's meager psychic defense that was already quickly fading away by the bombardment. Just a gentle, cold red aura ebbing out from her skin.
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