Distant Dreams Of Sin [Algos/Cyrus]
Tue Jul 21, 2020 6:06 pm
ENTER THE DEMONS POST
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(Note: this is taking place in a dream from Cyrus having a dying piece of Algos's influence in him from the prior invasion event via him taking on so much of her attack. It will fizzle out after this thread is done.)
A world of blood, bone, and rotting corpses spiraled into eternity. Amidst this sky of shadow and scarlet did a lone figure of demonic essence stand on a throne of death. Filled with loathing, contempt, and hostility; this figure of suffering, woe, and pain brought it's eyes down on the lowly earth below its feet. In this world of bloodied dreams is where this demonic creature sought to have a confrontation with the precious Grandmaster of the Sternritter.
As memories of the incident of Minatumi Harbour played out in this realm, reflections of The Demon Princess's failed attempt to invade the city due to the intervention of this lowly Quincy scum played again, again and again until his own rotting body was shown for the price of stopping her demonic will. Yes, seeing him bloodied, limbless, and suffering brought the woman pleasure as she was delighted to hear of the hospitalization he required after standing-up to her delightful acidic rains of the past.
Still -- this wasn't enough. That failure set the stage for Shadow Fall to otherwise lose that war and be made a fool as their race was forced to retreat from that world. It left a bitter sting of contempt which bled in the heart of their Princess and she wanted vengeance. Hence, visions of Cyrus's death played again as visuals of him being killed a million different ways played in this world before her focus readied itself to otherwise speak.
"Demons and Quincy have never been compatible, have they? You all are a pest on this universe."
Speaking calmly, this womanly voice continued as visions of rouge Quincy taking their racist loathing for demons played; showing the visuals of demons being slaughtered by their kind on earth.
"You all just don't understand how to stay out the way. From the Shinigami, to the Kokuryuteshi and back again; you Quincy are a rare breed because your kind does not deserve to exist in a spiritual world where you rats vaporize the very soul."
Now exhaling a gentle breath, it groaned with a demonic sigh.
"Perhaps not today or anytime soon, but in some distant future, you'll suffer for these sins..."