Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160820033218/@comment-26444332-20160905013053

Azarias's eyes close for a moment.

'Well... Yes, yes you did miss the battle against the demon lords. But the fight's not over yet. Look, Valerius. Look at what your words have wrought,' the white-haired Stigma says, pointing towards Aria.

The woman sits there on the ground, hands wrapped around her knees, rocking to and fro and whispering nonsense. They only catch scraps of her words, though what they do hear is somewhat disturbing.

'Soldier boy... You... Why... You left me... You tried to kill me... You left me to die... Kill... Kill you... I have to have it.... Have to have revenge...'

Her form flickers like a mirage, sometimes Aria, sometimes a similar-looking woman, though done up in a fashionable Imperial style. Her eyes also flicker, her crest of the bare clock of spinning gears appearing and disappearing, flicking on and off like a switch.

'She's losing herself,' the First Highlord mutters. His own eyes flick to his crest, but it sputters and dies. 'And I don't have enough power at the moment to rebind her memories. Summoning divine Familiars isn't something you should do without preparation.'