RPG Heretic (PG-VL)

[Imp]

[color=darkred]"Well, I sure love endings like this," Tara said, pleased with herself. She knelt down beside Ark and examined him closely.
"One final touch."
Tara held her hand over Ark's chest, a final hex blast waiting to emerge. Her left hand almost involuntarily gripped her mirror, which moved over towards Ark's head.

As the blast was fired, Ark sprung up, narrowly missing it and causing Tara's mirror to fly right out of her hand. Tara managed to leap backwards and catch it; she then turned back to Ark. Ark looked fairly confused, though he still felt pretty drowsy and weak.
[i]Athene, Ryojin, Aura, where are you?[/i] Ark thought.
"Again, I will ask you," Ark nearly shouted, "who are you?"
"If you really want to know, Tara, then. Not that it's any of your business," Tara introduced in her usual playful yet sinister tone. "But enough about me. Stop looking at me. Instead, why don't you take a look at yourself?" With that, Tara covered her face with her mirror. Ark looked at it and saw his own confused expression. Soon, some force caused him to look at it longer, and he stepped back until he hit a tree, sitting down and closing his eyes. Tara put down her mirror and eyed the angel closely.
"No glow..." she muttered. "I say, I must have underestimated you, you have more willpower than I expected. But, like they say, you snooze, you lose." And with that, she walked away, extinguishing the fire with a snap of her fingers.

[i]I would kill him if I wanted to,[/i] Tara thought as she walked through the forest, [i]but not yet. Death will only end his suffering. That's the last thing I want. Stay here and rot, Ark, and let my curse be with you always.[/i][/color]

OOC: Normally, the effect of Tara's mirror is mind control, but I just changed that to regular sleep in this case. I don't want to godmod.

[Darkmark]

[COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=System]"I got the place to myself now...I think..." thought Dim. He changed back into his self and walked outside. "Now to make a signal..." Dim said as his hand started growing.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SilverCyclone]

Ark twitched feverishly in his sleep. Nightmares strafed his mind, and he was whimpering. His grip on the spear tightened, and he pulled his wings tight around him. His wounds were still bleeding. In his mind, he saw the other archangels. He saw Baelnaga, and several humans. He thrashed about in his sleep, releasing small cries of pain and horror. He convulsed, and his wings tightened. He became a feathered cocoon, his own body heat rising as the nightmares increased in intensity. He saw horrible images of his brethren being slaughtered before his very eyes. But it was replaced by the demoness. She haunted every nightmare he had. He let out a final scream before falling deeper into the hellish sleep, his spear falling by his side.

[Darkmark]

[COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=System]"Wait..where am I in the first place...?" said Dim[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]