(I chuckle You will.)
(A strange woman strides into view. She wasn't easily definable as there but her presence was undeniable. She looks like a normal Greek woman, wearing unusual clothes: a white peplos, the crimson trim bright against the clear white of the fabric. Her raven hair was loosely bound with a simple leather band. Her clear, oak green eyes were dazzling, and her smile was the same. Hello, Anastasia. Her words are musical. Her gaze turns a bit shrewd. Goldergon.)
(Ooh… I like her description)
(Me: Greetings)
(Goldergon: Abruptly appears out of nowhere, as usual. He gazes intensely at the woman, inspecting her. Who are you?)
(I chuckle That wasn't my description of her.)
(The woman smiles. Pay Thomas' words about me no thought. They are quite lacking in any ability to know or control me. All things considered, I do not think they want to have any control over me. She turns and coos at me. Isn't that right?)
(I chuckle drily, and look at Serpentess, not answering her. I wouldn't respond, if I were you. Beautiful doesn't always mean harmless.)
(The woman waves dismissively. Hush your nonsense. You are in my world, after all. She looks at Goldergon and pouts slightly. You don't remember me? I'm hurt. After all, we were quite the pair when we were younger. Oh, but you quickly forgot me. After all, what is the point of remembering the one love you murdered?)
(Bit of thought here: wouldn't it be interesting if these two were once an item? After all, she does have a long, complex and bloody history, as does Goldergon. After all, Lord knows what self aware characters do in their free time?)
(My eyes widen. Serp, your name is Anastasia? That’s so pretty! I sidestep over to Meep, and take their hand, unnerved by the new visitors. Y’all’s Eldest characters are almost as creepy as my Eldests. But not quite. I shudder and hiss out a strange noise. Suddenly, blackened and semi-reflective walls of jagged glass spring up surrounding us and the characters. Reflected in the walls, with out an original source are hundreds of teenagers.)
(I chuckle softly Love, she's already here. There's nothing in this world or any other that can make us safe. If she wanted, we would be killed in such excruciating pain that we would literally do anything, promise anything, to make it stop. But it wouldn't stop, not until we are dead. But then that's when the true torture would start. Nothing, not even death or literal oblivion can stop the pain. I shudder slightly. And she takes true pleasure in all of it, even performing certain tortures on herself.)
(She snorts Humans. It isn't just the pleasure of pain. It is the artistry of doing the most damage, inflicting the most pain, that you possibly can. It is about the musicality of a scream of true, undiluted agony and anger that you get from removing a person's life inch by excruciating inch. She reaches out and taps one of the teens. A musical tinkling resounds, and the shadow claws at its own face, gouging out its own eyes as it screams. She closes her eyes in an expression of pure joy.)
(Beauty often means deadly. Just look at Nature)
(Goldergon pauses a moment in thought, then snorts. You are a resourceful one. But, you seem to have forgotten that I follow Death. Small claws replace his fingernails. He points one at her, a short growl echoing from his throat. I warned you when we met to never get in my way, but you did anyway. So, I did what I had to do)
(Very interesting idea, evil grin. Though I think Goldergon beat me to the punch and put a whole twist on their relationship, lol)
(Thank you, Lily!)
(Trust me, Goldergon may be frightening, but he is nowhere near the creepiest guy I have. That title belongs to Falbahaddon, though… he’s as disgusting as he is creepy, so yeah. Goldergon is just homicidal, and overall obsessed with death)
(Goldergon sees the glass form and taps it. This is not ice, so it must be something not liquid. So confusing how these youths aren’t drowning though. Unless they’re undead, which would explain the ability to exist in a liquified state. Shrugs)
(Me: Whispers, Don’t mind Goldergon. His eyesight is drastically different from a human’s. He sees some psychedelic shit, lol)
(Goldergon turns as the woman starts talking and a euphoric moan escapes him. I did miss your bloodthirst so)
(I chuckle Nightshade, water hemlock, taipans. . .)
(The woman smirks. You remember me after all. She looks bored now. I never forgot. Not anything. Her lip curls, and a high pitched ringing settles into the air. We had a deal, love. You don't touch him, the one that turned on me, and I would stay out of your way. But you broke that deal. And so, in your rage, you slew me. And when you came back to your senses, you fled like a coward.)
(I laugh This woman has done the same.)
(Same. That honor goes to Kreth over here.)
(Sighs You have always been more interested in the science of death. Gathering points of data. That is not to say you do not enjoy it.)
(Me: Chuckles And this woman is the only human that could match Goldergon's senses. I pause Well, former human, but still.)
(She hushes Goldergon, listening to the teen's blood and screams flow from him like honeyed wine. Eventually, it goes silent. She was enraptured the whole time. She turns to Goldergon once more. You remember a lot. But I doubt you even remember my name. No matter. I have a new name. Her face turns dark and fractured. I am Aiyziel. The Crimson Maiden.)
(Yeah… grin. Don’t forget black mambas, snickers. They’re a favorite)
(Goldergon hisses at her. You know my nature! Few deals have I ever kept long! A deal only prolongs the inevitable, and I have no use for them! He then snarls, his claws growing longer. I have never lost my senses, nor have I fled anything! I chose to leave, because nothing of use remained!)
(Lol!)
(Goldergon snorts. Death is an Art, not a Science. And I love study the different forms it takes. The beauty, the blood!)
(Me: Lol. Well, when I say psychedelic, I mean just plain weird/confusing. Mirrors and windows are water to him, for example, though he’s fully aware that it isn’t actually water)
(Goldergon huffs, but stays quiet, savoring the screams as well. He then hums at her words, his demeanor slightly disdainful. I killed you, just like countless others. Eventually, it becomes quite difficult to remember who was named what. He then shrugs at her introduction, sighing afterward. Why does everyone need titles? You never see me proclaiming to be Goldergon the Great Murderer, or whatever. They serve no use when a weapon can do so much better)
(I scream and slide to the ground, writhing in pain. I didn’t… have a chance to explain. Each of the teens… I’m cut off, and begin rocking back and forth.)
( Aiyziel. One of the the teens, a young man with a stern face, who balances a scale in his arms, steps forward, speaking. Stop. This isn’t right.)
(Another teen steps forward, a sweet 13 year old girl who style has baby fat. You don’t have to do this.)
(Suddenly, all the teens speak in unison, with the exception of the wailing young man, though he moves his mouth as though he is saying the words, though only screamS come out. We are each a piece of her soul. We represent her. You hurt us, you hurt her. We are the the children of the glass.)
(Goldergon watches, humming in thought. He then steps forward and snatches a random teen. A piece of one’s soul? Define ‘soul’. He snatches out the eyes of the teen, eating them. You don’t taste like glass. He pokes the teen, his claws stabbing deep)
(The teen screams and I do too. Stop! Stop! Make it stop!)
(Another teen, a scarred one called innocence, covers her eyes before speaking. Her soul is all of who she is. Every piece of her.)
(I cover my eyes and ears, shaking. Aizyel. Stop.)
(Aizyel giggles. No. I don't want to. See, you people think you can order me around. You can't. Nobody can. She turns to Goldergon. Let's cause the world to overflow with blood.)
(I turn to Lily and speak calmly but sharply. Externally, I look calm. It's all I can do, though, to not start screaming along with her. Bring the teens back into yourself, love. Now.)
(Goldergon snickers at the interaction, then laughs. Of course! I have missed being covered in blood!)
(Me: You’re going to miss it some more, then! Grabs a big bag and attempts to capture Goldergon)
(Goldergon shrieks angrily and dodges. He grabs another teen, claws raised to strike)
(Aiyziel laughs Me too.)
(I follow Serpentess' example.)
(Aiyziel snarls and phases through the bag. She goes after another teen herself, spreading the scent of blood and coating herself in bits of flesh.)
(I shake, screaming. I'm trying to! I don't know how.)
(Another teen, called Love, who wears an engagement ring and a wedding veil, screams Thomas' name over and over.* Thomas! Thomas! Help us!)
(Anger pounds against the glass, attempting to fight back as Golergon attacks him.)
(Goldergon grins cruelly as the teen fights back, and he starts stabbing randomly, a sadistic gleam in his eyes)
(Me: Shrieks angrily, grabs a large cast iron pan out of nowhere and slams Goldergon in the back of the head. He immediately crumples and I snatch him in the bag and teleport away with him)
(Not even Goldergon is immune to good, old-fashioned cast iron, lol. He’s going to have one hell of a headache. Lmao!)
(I look pained by all this and more. Forgive me for this, love. I close my eyes and slap you, hard, trying to shock you into a calmer state.)
(Aiyziel giggles and stops to watch this, curious.)
(I then drop an anvil on Aiyziel. She folds like a cloth. I drag her away)
(Two of the teens, Fear ,and her twin, Anxiety, hold hands, crying and wailing.)
(I give one last shriek as Thomas slaps me and then, shocked pull the teens, one by one, back into myself, the glass shattering. When I’m done, I collapse, give out, and the walls totally shatter.)
(Well… that was exciting. I see Goldergon will be spending some time in a tiny pocket dimension as punishment. If he doesn’t escape, snorts)
(Goes over to check on Lily)
(I stay curled in a ball, passed out. I'm cold and clamy and probably not breathing well.)
(Me: Hums, then turns away. Hey Lucitius, get over here!)
(Lightning crackles and Lucitius appears in all his blue, reptilian glory)
(Me: Indicates Lily. Heal her, would you?)
(Lucitius raises an eyebrow. I can try, yet I cannot guarantee it will work. He lifts his hand and gold light swirls down around Lily, slowly healing her)
(I collapse next to Lily, breathing fast and light. My eyes are dilated to the point where the pupil has all but consumed the iris. I don't speak, barely moveing save my severe shaking.)
(I groan, sitting up suddenly, holding my head. Oh God. I gag and vomit everywhere, emptying the contents of my stomach. Most of the vomit is blood. I start crying lightly and scoot-crawl backwards away from the vomit and Lucitius, my eyes slightly wild as I look at him. I crawl to Thomas' side and curl up against them, my face hidden against them. My breathing is way too fast and my heart rate too, and I'm limp within seconds, once again unconscious.)
(Lucitius hums as he watches Lily. He then waves his hand and cleans up the mess. He seems unfazed by Lily’s actions, almost understanding, as if he’d gone through something similar. He steps closer toward the pair, and blows softly in their direction. A gentle whirlwind of healing gold light surrounds and engulfs the pair. He then sighs, waves his fingers occasionally to keep the whirlwind going. Wounds directly to the soul take ages to heal, yet never fully do. His eyes cloud with sorrow and memory)
(I approach Lucitius and pat him on the shoulder, though I know it won’t comfort him)
(I barely react to Lucitius, gently moving Lily in order to clean her face. I pull out a worn but clean cloth and wipe the blood and vomit from her face. I look up after a long while, my voice barely audible. Lucitius, I presume? Sam speaks highly of you. My mouth twitches into something that barely resembles a smile. On'nyosh seems to hate you, but that is his problem.)
(Aye, I am Lucitius. He nods in acknowledgment, then snorts. ‘Tis a mutual hatred. The fool never shuts up. Yet, enough of him. He waves his hand again, keeping the healing whirlwind up)
(A pleasure to meet you. I give a choked laugh I learned as much. I get the feeling you would quite like a certain Dragonkin of mine. You two are very similar, in personality at least.)
(Lucitius bows. He then gets a strange look in his eyes at the mention of the Dragonkin. I doubt we are as similar as you suggest, yet I suppose we will see. Though, I must ask, what is a ‘Dragon-Kin’?)
(I give Lucitius an indecipherable look befere sighing. Dragonkin are creatures such as Half Dragons, Dragon Souled, and other such creatures.)
(Lucitius seems bewildered by the explanation. He then pauses, thinking. I suppose I qualify as Dragon-Kin then. I am not a True Dragon, yet I am a dragon shapeshifter. Shrugs in uncertainty)