Alamandra Vonn Pravus
Dungeon Spirit
PROLUGE
He stood up, blue and yellow robes swirling around, an ocean filled with patches of yellow, white mask like ivory. The sulfuric glowing circles behind the the mask dimly shimmered as the others backed away respectfully.
"I trust everything is in order?" The circles behind the mask quietly surveyed the area. He was a man of little words, a monster of horrible deeds. The victim made a strangled groaning sound, muffled by the dirty gag in his mouth.
"Yes, master." They spoke in unison, before one pulled out a knife from the folds of his robe. The crude stone tablet was dragged out and roughly dropped onto the floor, the two cultists panting with the effort of carrying the heavy object. The Lunatic turned toward the armed one.
"With pleasure, master." The victim started to struggle more violently. Ripping rope and cord was heard. The Lunatic's eyes flashed in annoyance. "Kill him already, idiot."
"With pleasure, master." The cultist stepped forward and drove the knife deep into the Lunatic's chest. The eyes flickered and faded, the glow behind the mask gone. The cultist took the mask as others backed away. The person behind the mask revealed-
It was only a normal person, coughing violently. Blood leaked out of his mouth as he attempted to form the words "finish the job." What a cruel death. The cultist picked up the mask and placed it on his face, and dropped the knife.
"Bow before me."
The new Lunatic started breathing heavily, the sound amplified in the hollow mask. Blood stained the bone-white beak.
He stood up, blue and yellow robes swirling around, an ocean filled with patches of yellow, white mask like ivory. The sulfuric glowing circles behind the the mask dimly shimmered as the others backed away respectfully.
"I trust everything is in order?" The circles behind the mask quietly surveyed the area. He was a man of little words, a monster of horrible deeds. The victim made a strangled groaning sound, muffled by the dirty gag in his mouth.
"Yes, master." They spoke in unison, before one pulled out a knife from the folds of his robe. The crude stone tablet was dragged out and roughly dropped onto the floor, the two cultists panting with the effort of carrying the heavy object. The Lunatic turned toward the armed one.
"With pleasure, master." The victim started to struggle more violently. Ripping rope and cord was heard. The Lunatic's eyes flashed in annoyance. "Kill him already, idiot."
"With pleasure, master." The cultist stepped forward and drove the knife deep into the Lunatic's chest. The eyes flickered and faded, the glow behind the mask gone. The cultist took the mask as others backed away. The person behind the mask revealed-
It was only a normal person, coughing violently. Blood leaked out of his mouth as he attempted to form the words "finish the job." What a cruel death. The cultist picked up the mask and placed it on his face, and dropped the knife.
"Bow before me."
The new Lunatic started breathing heavily, the sound amplified in the hollow mask. Blood stained the bone-white beak.
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