these are busy times. Quality has suffered, I’ve run like hell, deprived sleep, nearly had an aneurism from milk being used improperly, got foot cancer from lack of sleep, along with life being a gnawing dog.
hey soul, you ok?
so tired, need rest.
you know where we are?
dont care, need to rest
you where dumped here recently, and soul will probably be out of action for the rest of the week, giving you free reign of the body, so your forced to take the wheel. your soul feels loose in your body… strange, but there’s more important things. like the increasing holy presence within the building. you sigh, and walk into the current crowd, making sure tiger can see you. you dont have time, and you go over to the “nursery”. over there, you contemplate reaping another souls, when you encounter that damm smarty.
"dis am aww 'ou fawt! (he’s not wrong) " 'ou gib smarty sowwie poopsies, 'ou den bwing munstas, nao dah poopie hewd wiff poopie nummies! HATCHU! hab sowwie hoofsies!" now you know the full extent of your shenanigens, as the pidiful excuse of a smarty tries to do a full on leathal stomp to your horn. this is all child’s play, as you take a simple step back, and then freeze time around you. you brush the smarty’s forelimbs where the joints connect, slicing them off except for the nerves. your forlimb flattens to a blade as you cleanly shave off the mane stubbles and what was the tail it may be excessive, but you are going full scorched earth before reaping him. you stand in the exact location you were before silencing him to everyone(but you) and resuming the flow of time. the result was immediate,.
“gun- SCREEEE! WEGGIE HURTIES! OWWIES! SU MAN HURTIES!”
you try your best not to smile too big, or else it would become a jellen smile. you take a look at him, turn a patch of the ground in front of you into sharp rocks, and then push him across. he screams, repeatedly, and you are happy. as soon as you cross the rocks, you fully pillow him and repeat. he is pooping, lots, and somehow is pooping freshly eaten kibble when he finally stops. you stop pushing him.
“hu huuuu huuuuuuu, weggies hab wosest huwties, nee mummah, nee huggies, nee wub.”
you walk away from the rocky turf, and stomp the ground with both hooves. the outer ring bursts into meter long spikes as the ground closes like a bear trap. the earth then goes down, and levels into the shape it once was as the grass starts to pop up again, leaving no trace of the fl- asshat behind. you resume time and walk back to your father, and hide under his legs. you then go into 3rd person, thanks to your soul being kinda loose. strange, actually, your souls haven’t drained as much as normal despite all that magic, maybe soul’s power lets your magic flow better? this might be useful in your conque- oh no. anti-demon runes and power enhancing runes, holy water and holy symbols, ritualistic clothing, and the burning you feel is amplified. you know the technicalities behind runes, and how anti-demon runes can’t affect warlocks. you need a plan, and your vunerible state isn’t going to let you anywhere near those anit demon runes without being cleansed, so you are going to have to target the empowering runes first.
things are getting out of hand, icar isn’t prepared for ritual warfare yet. He wasn’t expecting the nuclear option so soon, and is running a bit lower than he would like
- Yes
- No
- Yes, grab him into a pocket dimension.
- No, just randomly give him fake clip-on wings.
- No, just no.
- Yes, appear via dream sequence.
- yes, make yourself known.
- no, prepare for the worst.
- yes, keep it suble.
- no, GTFO ASAP