Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161113003142/@comment-26444332-20161124003651

Immediately, Azrael falls to his knees as the magic takes effect, stealing the vigor from his limbs and draining his magic at a prodigious rate. Violet flames manifest around the Inquisitors, the inverse of the golden fires of Alastor. The inferno of Vengeance. The sky snuffs out the light of the sun, leaving the world cold and dark around the city.

With a freezing wind, the lightning of the spellcasters is snuffed out like a candle, and purple flames coalesce to form the shape of a woman, dressed in golden armor and a violet dress, and beating two powerful wings, black as midnight. Her dark hair, black as the void itself, reaches down to her feet, and her swirling violet eyes stand out amid her pale face. She is both beautiful and terrible to behold, as violet flames manifest in her hand to form a long golden sword.

'I have come, contractor,' she says, her voice as soft as silk, yet twisting into the ears like a frozen dagger.

Thus the avatar of the Goddess of Vengeance, Nemesis, is summoned into the world.