04-29-2018, 03:04 PM
Desman opened the door to Diablo’s chamber with hesitance. The great hallway roared with countless fires, and The lord of Terror sat resplendent upon his throne, talons clacking on the stone as Desman mustered the courage to begin crossing the room.
The Red-haired youth proceeded forward with as close to a stride as he could muster, jaw clenched in defiance of his own desire to flee. Diablo stared at him from the distance, face unmoving and emotion imperceptible behind his demonic visage. The bale-fire eyes bored into his soul as he drew nearer, yet Diablo said nothing. Desman reached halfway across the hall, then with the slightest hesitance, proceeded further. Diablo’s nostrils flared and a multitude of deathly arms burst from around Desman, grabbing him. The clawed hands pulled at Desman, tearing his skin and hair, pulling him into a bowing position.
“Presumptuous.” Diablo pronounced, “Do not forget yourself in my presence again. Your existence here speaks to Neujimin’s cowardice more than your own strength, flamehair.”
Diablo glanced away from Desman, and for the moment his voice grew almost distant, though its intensity was hardly diminished.
“It may be time for me to… review his status amidst my armada.” The Lord of the Underverse mused.
“What happened to… where’s Ash?” Desman demanded as best he could, frustrated at his own voice for breaking. The young man strained against the clawed hands, raising his head to look at Diablo.
“The Demoness has chosen to engage a space marine. An almost poetic choice given her history with them.” Diablo chuckled to himself, a sound that grated against Desman’s ears. The young man licked his lips before speaking.
“Send me after her.”
A simple request, a foolish one. Desman knew this deep down, but even so he couldn’t help himself from uttering the words. Diablo’s aura of heat flared outwards, the arms that restrained Desman burning to cinders as Diablo stormed forward. Desman started to get to his feet when the Lord of Terror closed the distance, his barbed tail darting forward, tearing through Desman’s stomach and crunching out the other side. Diablo flexed the ridged tail, forcing Desman onto his back, staring up at the Demon lord as he struggled for breath.
“You do not make any demands. You do not make any requests. You do not make any suggestions. You do as you are told, and you will obey. When the time is upon us, you WILL do as I bid you, or you shall find a fate worthy for so foolish a betrayal.”
Desman’s voice was lost in his shuddered gasps, and he could barely scream as Diablo’s Brand etched into his chest. The barbed tail lifted Desman off the ground, his shaking form held aloft before the Ruler of the Underverse. Diablo spoke as if directly into Desman’s mind, so inescapable his voice felt.
“You serve the Lord of Terror now. Go and seek your amusement with the succubus, but know that I will collect upon this boon I am bestowing. And you will obey my commands.”
A massive taloned claw swept across Desman’s face with the casual finality only a backhand slap can give, sending the crumpled body to slam against unrelenting metal. Desman’s vision spotted and blurred, fading into darkness as he gasped for air.
“That time draws nearer than you would believe.”
The Red-haired youth proceeded forward with as close to a stride as he could muster, jaw clenched in defiance of his own desire to flee. Diablo stared at him from the distance, face unmoving and emotion imperceptible behind his demonic visage. The bale-fire eyes bored into his soul as he drew nearer, yet Diablo said nothing. Desman reached halfway across the hall, then with the slightest hesitance, proceeded further. Diablo’s nostrils flared and a multitude of deathly arms burst from around Desman, grabbing him. The clawed hands pulled at Desman, tearing his skin and hair, pulling him into a bowing position.
“Presumptuous.” Diablo pronounced, “Do not forget yourself in my presence again. Your existence here speaks to Neujimin’s cowardice more than your own strength, flamehair.”
Diablo glanced away from Desman, and for the moment his voice grew almost distant, though its intensity was hardly diminished.
“It may be time for me to… review his status amidst my armada.” The Lord of the Underverse mused.
“What happened to… where’s Ash?” Desman demanded as best he could, frustrated at his own voice for breaking. The young man strained against the clawed hands, raising his head to look at Diablo.
“The Demoness has chosen to engage a space marine. An almost poetic choice given her history with them.” Diablo chuckled to himself, a sound that grated against Desman’s ears. The young man licked his lips before speaking.
“Send me after her.”
A simple request, a foolish one. Desman knew this deep down, but even so he couldn’t help himself from uttering the words. Diablo’s aura of heat flared outwards, the arms that restrained Desman burning to cinders as Diablo stormed forward. Desman started to get to his feet when the Lord of Terror closed the distance, his barbed tail darting forward, tearing through Desman’s stomach and crunching out the other side. Diablo flexed the ridged tail, forcing Desman onto his back, staring up at the Demon lord as he struggled for breath.
“You do not make any demands. You do not make any requests. You do not make any suggestions. You do as you are told, and you will obey. When the time is upon us, you WILL do as I bid you, or you shall find a fate worthy for so foolish a betrayal.”
Desman’s voice was lost in his shuddered gasps, and he could barely scream as Diablo’s Brand etched into his chest. The barbed tail lifted Desman off the ground, his shaking form held aloft before the Ruler of the Underverse. Diablo spoke as if directly into Desman’s mind, so inescapable his voice felt.
“You serve the Lord of Terror now. Go and seek your amusement with the succubus, but know that I will collect upon this boon I am bestowing. And you will obey my commands.”
A massive taloned claw swept across Desman’s face with the casual finality only a backhand slap can give, sending the crumpled body to slam against unrelenting metal. Desman’s vision spotted and blurred, fading into darkness as he gasped for air.
“That time draws nearer than you would believe.”
Quote:Desman receives +1 Brand of Diablo.
Desman is expelled to the void, please read the void information thread to understand what that entails.