realityshifted | eleventh pact ❖ {my apocalypse}

[Emil (or is it?) appears on the Plane suddenly and without warning, surrounded by four big black wolves. They all have shreds of cloth in their mouths, and Emil's sawlike sword is covered in blood. If he's aware of his surroundings, he doesn't... seem like it.

In fact, he seems anything but lucid.]

I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them kill them kill them kill them KILL THEM kill them kill them kill them kill them kill them kill them I'll kill them I'll kill EVERYTHING because no one NO ONE deserves to live. YOU. You betrayed me. Filthy, worthless humans! Humans, half-elves, all of you are KILLING THIS PLANET like you killed my tree and I'll make you PAY for hurting me. They hurt me. They HURT ME.

[And then, just as suddenly, he's cringing.]

It hurts it hurts everything hurts she's dead I'm dead I'm not alive I'm dying I'm dying I'm dying nothing is worth it everything is ending MAKE IT STOP!

[Suddenly, he gains a seething black aura that can be seen as much as felt-- pure power, hatred, and darkness. Oh, the darkness. It's his native element and it's expressed as much now as ever.]

[ooc: PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING. People who comment to this post have a HIGH RISK of being hurt and/or killed. EMIL HAS LOST HIS MARBLES BECAUSE OF CRANE.

Damage Control: How much do you want your character beat up? Please leave me an OOC note in your tag. I can accommodate. However, if you decide to have your character killed, please fill out this form and have it approved BEFORE it happens.

Emil should be able to survive this encounter, seeing as he's a huge godmod (and some plot stuff needs to go down) so I'd rather not kill him off here. Revenge can come later. You can ping me on AIM as heroic BSOD if you want to talk things over.

Happy holiday massacre, guys!]

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[his eyes are burning as his lips part again, but he shakes his head; no more outbursts]

How would she want you to be remembered?

Shut up! It doesn't matter. You hear me? It doesn't matter. She's gone, and this world's going to HELL.

For what? It won't bring her back. It won't make you feel better, not in the end. It won't make it all worth it.

[takes a breath; he's so tense, almost trembling, he knows this can get very bad very quickly] She's gone. That doesn't mean you can't keep fighting for her.

There's nothing to fight for. The world needs me. Needs her. Needs us, the Cores. But the only one left is me and that's not enough.

It's my job to put humans out of their misery. Humans and half-elves— filthy people that drove me to this in the FIRST place.

And what about the ones who had nothing to do with it? The people who just want to live their lives? Who love someone the way you loved her?

[That actually gets him to hesitate, a mixture of expressions crossing his face.

Then he shakes his head fiercely.]

The only innocent one was her. She was... she was...

[takes a chance and steps forward, though he doesn't relinquish his shield] She was very brave, it sounds like. Compassionate. Don't you want to honour that?

[... twitch] I told you. The world is going to fall apart. Everything that lives is dying and I can't STOP IT.

[he doesn't come any further, but his words are earnest] You can still try. For her, if nothing else.

...Tell me about the Cores? What happened to hers?

I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't!

[He's nearly rabid.]

They held her down. They made me watch as they cut it out of her head like animals. And then they cheered. As she screamed and died, they CHEERED.

[he winces at that, and whispers despite himself] I wouldn't blame you for killing them.

[Emil wipes his mouth.]

I did. And it's not enough!

It is if you focus on justice, and not...mindless vengeance. She'd want the former, wouldn't she?

Those things are dead. And soon, I will be too.

You want to stop me, don't you? Come. Come and try. I have nothing to lose.

[shakes his head] I don't want to fight you.

And I don't think you want to fight me either. Not completely, anyway.

Really.

Which isn't to say you won't, of course, but it won't help.

They destroyed her, do you want to let them destroy you too?

You don't get it. They have the Cores, which means all of the world's mana supply is in their hands. They'll use it to suck the life out of the world. Forests are already burning, lakes are drying up... and it's all because of some damn human greed!

So get them back.

I can't! I'm all alone, you stupid bastard!

You can still try, can't you?

No, I can't! It's not worth saving. Nothing is worth saving anymore!

She thought it was.

Ggh... shut up. Shut up! You don't know her! You don't know anything!

[Enough with the toddler argument. He's charging Remus now, sword swinging.]

[he doesn’t step back, simply focuses more on his shield; it ought to hold against blunt force, at least at first]

I know people who like her. People who could die any moment.

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