06-21-2015, 07:24 AM
...but no words came in response to Behemoth's fury. Within the sanctum of Millie's deepest psyche, the thrall could only manifest as this fowl blight upon the young woman's face. A testament to the corruption that ran rampant throughout her brain. Its methodical, unwavering glare never twitched as Behemoth took Millie's face into his weathered hands. The roots that this thral had laid down were deep indeed, and Behemoth wasn't sure how long the girl could keep it out of this final refuge.
How then, to proceed? It was a question that Millie muttered softly, despite her lack of a means to do so.
"Alright, great...you're gonna kill the monster. Any time now, right? You've done a buncha talking there Long John." she scoffed.
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[size=85]Didn't mean to act like a bitch...
As if on cue the red skies overhead suddenly became infested with what appeares to be veins, as if great, horrible tendrils were worming their way through the sky itself. Millie looked up and her three eyes widened in fear. She looked back at Behemoth and one thought repeated over and over;
Do something!
Do something!
Do something!
Do something!
A great rend opened in the crimson vault, and there again was that burning, pulsating eye, with pseudopods slithering all around it like worms hungry for a feast. Millie buried her tainted face in Behemoth's chest and clung to him tightly, fear banishing all hesitations and inhibitions. A great keening scream permeated the psychic landscape, stirring the sea into a great froth and crumbling the idyllic Costa Del Sol neighborhood nearby. A cruel black tentacke burst its way out lf the sky and drove itself through the shining beacon of an angel that served as a sun. Millie's nana quickly decayed into a skeleton, blood dripping from her flayed bones like tears.
Dead! Dead! Dead! Always dead, forever dead! She's not in heaven! THERE IS NO HEAVEN HERE. SHE'S JUST GONE. JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.
The frantic girl looked up at Behemoth with pleading eyes.
Don't leave me here! Please don't go!
How then, to proceed? It was a question that Millie muttered softly, despite her lack of a means to do so.
"Alright, great...you're gonna kill the monster. Any time now, right? You've done a buncha talking there Long John." she scoffed.
Sorry.Poser.When will it end?[/size
[size=85]Didn't mean to act like a bitch...
As if on cue the red skies overhead suddenly became infested with what appeares to be veins, as if great, horrible tendrils were worming their way through the sky itself. Millie looked up and her three eyes widened in fear. She looked back at Behemoth and one thought repeated over and over;
Do something!
Do something!
Do something!
Do something!
A great rend opened in the crimson vault, and there again was that burning, pulsating eye, with pseudopods slithering all around it like worms hungry for a feast. Millie buried her tainted face in Behemoth's chest and clung to him tightly, fear banishing all hesitations and inhibitions. A great keening scream permeated the psychic landscape, stirring the sea into a great froth and crumbling the idyllic Costa Del Sol neighborhood nearby. A cruel black tentacke burst its way out lf the sky and drove itself through the shining beacon of an angel that served as a sun. Millie's nana quickly decayed into a skeleton, blood dripping from her flayed bones like tears.
Dead! Dead! Dead! Always dead, forever dead! She's not in heaven! THERE IS NO HEAVEN HERE. SHE'S JUST GONE. JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.
The frantic girl looked up at Behemoth with pleading eyes.
Don't leave me here! Please don't go!
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued