Darcy Hugh
The priest nodded, still with a concerned look on his face. "Yeah, sure. I gotta hurry though, or I'll miss my sister's piano practice."
Then, he searched for something in his pocket, only to take out a picture. Smiling eagerly, he showed it off to the poor Emily. The picture showed a little girl playing with her dolls, smiling happily to the camera.
"Isn't she just adorable? She's like a little angel who has descended upon the earth!" He said, his eagerness for her opinion practically steaming out of his voice.
Tohuw Balagan
All of the demon's eyes widened as the two managed to overcome his counter attack. The bitch landed and was about to fire something from that spear of hers. Not a chance, he'd create a mirror to-
What?
A beam of light fired out of the tip, shooting straight trough the blob and scorching flesh to nothing like a lance of sure death. A fucking glyph. He ignored that purple whore, thinking she'd respect the damn deal. Non aggression pact his ass, now he couldn't cast his magic properly! A massive, bowling ball hole was clean open inside the beast, and it fell without grace as if kneeling. The damage, this light, he could not even shift his flesh back. It was too much, he could not recover from this. If this carried on, he'd-
As if to insult him further, that man was now coming at him again, ready to cut him down. His eyes now filled with hate, the creature swung it's oversized appendage, the ruby cane clashing with the sword.
Kuh
Crimson energy burst from the staff, slightly blowing both away in opposite directions. The creature then twisted disgustingly and looked atd the two with its monocle'd eye. The monocle then shattered, and it roared as its body kept twisting and wrapping around itself. Wind blew from the man, a grotesque aura blowing things back, roaring in defiance. Monstruous.
D̒̓́̇̌҉̠̹͕͇̥̮͠Aͪ̌ͣͭ͒͏̫̥̗̝̙̳ͅM͔̻͓̼̳̅̔̅̉͂͆́͡Ṇ͇̱̼͖̲̓̇̐̒̃̏ͫ̾ͧ͞ͅ ̸̢͓̠̩́̐ͦ͛ͮ̓̿̚͜Y̜͚̓͐ͪ̿̾̕Ȍ̤͍̬̯͚̪̳̍͆̔̈U͕͇ͯ̀Ų͈̭͓̙͉̪̆̂͞U͇͉̻̺ͬ͋̂ͭ̋͢U͑̉͛̔̇ͦͦ҉͕̪U̷̺̥̺̟͖̘ͥ̊̂͟͡Ǔ̆͒̓̒̓҉̫̭̭̩̦̣͠U̺̥͖͈͈̔̀̎̈͋͟͢U̞̭͑͐͐͂́̈ͣͭ̚Ư̴ͮ̇͗ͭ̓͊҉͔̬̞͎̱̦̳U̷͚͖̝̫͆̉̈́͠!͇̝̣͇͆̉ͮ̆̒̉ͬ̔͂͜ͅ!̤͇̺̝̞̝̲̀͊ͪ̌̔̾́!̶̛͖͉̘̦͉͍̰̹͎̊ͫͮ͋!̴̬͓͈̫̙ͥ͊́ͧ̃̒̆̚̚
As if smashing itself, cracking sounds emerged from inside. Horrified, pained screams shrieked and lingered across the street. And then, a chilling silence. The pitch black cocoon popped open to reveal a man in a red tuxedo, wearing a red top hat and carrying a cane ornate with a ruby. The one feature which stood out was its moon white mask, smiling as if to sneer at them all. His hand rested on his waist, as if covering a wound.
And then it spoke.
Fufufu, how disgusting. Three worms scampering about, sullying my court and making fools of themselves to defeat a single man? This play is truly a pathetic sight to behold.
