Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180404040922/@comment-26178112-20180629071342

Yet... Nothing comes... The demon would twitch on the ground... His blood, gah, it made the stench of this damn torture chamber smell like a fine perfume... It even looked like bile.

She'd hear the bugs swarming all around them, converging on the two of them... But... They seemed be going right for their master, they would cover him in what seemed like a "Mounring swarm", before suddenly all of them shrivel up... And fade away to a yellowish-grey dust.

She didnt feel done though, the adrenaline was still there just as much as the feeling was that whatever he had done here was complete, as if he had finished his job already and died with a mocking grin on his face.