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-The entirety of Tranquility was filled with 3 kinds of people. Cowardly citizens, High and Mighty Fighters, and I. I the one who is a mixture of the aforementioned. The wind began to flow, as the man arose from his seat. The trees all bent, in an L shape, without cracking, or snapping in half. The entire floor below just... Disappeared. The man was walking upon nothing but existence. An empty void.
"You people underestimate the woes and sorrows of war. Be it an art, be it a sin. You have all yet to... FEEL IT."
With that, everything all whiplashed back to the original state it was in, except the man upon the chair was a stone statue. The winds silently blew, as the words 'FEEL IT' seemed to carry along with it, an echoing tone. With the sound carrying out from the wind, everything seemed to... Wilt. The statue contorting the grim expression on its face, into a smirk, then a grin, and then... Something much worse. Loud cackling resonated, as the echoes still sounded, becoming louder, with the cackling.
The light of the sun turned from a welcoming orange, to a bleak grey. The very sky's blue draining into a dull brown. Flocks of crows began to fly, but not making a sound.
The moon slowly made its way accross the sky, but something... Something was wrong. A large pair of hands grasped either side of the sphere, and began to pull it apart.



























Feel it.

"There's a day when our hearts will be broken, when a shadow will cast out the light, when our eyes cry a million tears, help won't arrive...." The one known as Alecto had taken an initiative to show her desire to rid the world of the abhorrent threats to it's safety. "My friend, you are like the rest, you shall be shown that destruction never wins out, just as the reason that many mightier than yourself have never brought what they wish to cause." They sometimes called this creation of a goddess an Angel of Darkness due to possessing a pair of wings, however these wings were not made of feathers and sinewy slabs of muscle, these were a construct of a substance which more resembled some form of silvery dark metal than any other material.

"I don't want to live, I don't want to breathe in a world where one believes that war is something that someone believes others need to experience. However, this is not war, a warning, to the people, the good and, the evil. This is war." And in one moment, the simple squeeze of a hand brought Existence into flux, reality bearing several white marks over the entire planet. "Abraste akvhor. World break."

And with that she drew a single "feather" from her wing, presumably what would be a flight feather on an actual wing melded itself into a two-handed sword, the blade of which was as long as she was tall.

"Enthrente, Abraste kon dathshul. This world shall become the tomb of it's inhabitants, but not me."

(This wasn't an interactive thing though. It was just me teasing at a return of my most beloved character. )

The Baconator wrote:(This wasn't an interactive thing though. It was just me teasing at a return of my most beloved character. )

Lol, should have just put it in normal Rp.

((I'M REALLY FEELIN IT.))

i'm feeling it Mr.Krabs