I HAVE BECOME DEATH
the destroyer of worlds
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Marceline Anicetus formed from a cloud of ash at the center of Motor City, her ashen transformation grabbing the attention of many passersby. They stopped in their tracks on the sidewalk or paused their vehicles to gawk at the beautiful creature she presented herself as. Despite the grayed, dead skin of her body, it was flawless, impeccable in nature, covered only by ink of various tattoos. Her silken, black hair draped over her back, hiding the mark of Lilith that allowed her to access her succubus form. She wore nothing more than a black crop top and short shorts of a darker gray than her own skin, with a red cloak clasped tightly around her neck. A whip was holstered on her right hip, the blades protruding in a menacing way, though never pricking into her. Blackened sclera and red pupils stared back at the ones who had stopped traffic both in and off the road to look.
Combat boots clunked against the ground as she walked from the center of the street she was in, onto the sidewalk. People groaned and cried out in pain as she came near them, forcing them to enter into her aura of death energy. Their bodies would succumb to the effects of her aura, eating away at their skin and leaving only the bone. Before long, they would be mere piles of bone resting on the ground, waiting for their new owner to pick them up. She wouldn't touch them though, she'd leave them on the ground to rot, uninterested in taking them. If someone wanted to use those bones, then by all means, she'd let them take the bones for themselves. Right now, she was dead set on something else, something that had drawn her to the darkness of Motor City.
Clack clack clack. Her feet connected with the cement sidewalk as she walked down its length into nowhere particular. It was almost intriguing to the young woman how people instantly bowed to her, not out of respect, but out of pain. The pain that they felt so empowered by her magic, that it crippled them to the ground and forced them into death. This was how she cold decimate entire towns if she tried hard enough, but that was far too tedious for her. She'd have to make sure every single person was dead in order to make sure that the town could not repopulate. Even so, if she did such a thing, it would put on the map, and due to her new status as a Coming Storm, she couldn't allow that. In fact, the Magic Council already had a number on her and if they wanted, they could send out for at any moment.
To be here in this town. . . it was dangerous.
Combat boots clunked against the ground as she walked from the center of the street she was in, onto the sidewalk. People groaned and cried out in pain as she came near them, forcing them to enter into her aura of death energy. Their bodies would succumb to the effects of her aura, eating away at their skin and leaving only the bone. Before long, they would be mere piles of bone resting on the ground, waiting for their new owner to pick them up. She wouldn't touch them though, she'd leave them on the ground to rot, uninterested in taking them. If someone wanted to use those bones, then by all means, she'd let them take the bones for themselves. Right now, she was dead set on something else, something that had drawn her to the darkness of Motor City.
Clack clack clack. Her feet connected with the cement sidewalk as she walked down its length into nowhere particular. It was almost intriguing to the young woman how people instantly bowed to her, not out of respect, but out of pain. The pain that they felt so empowered by her magic, that it crippled them to the ground and forced them into death. This was how she cold decimate entire towns if she tried hard enough, but that was far too tedious for her. She'd have to make sure every single person was dead in order to make sure that the town could not repopulate. Even so, if she did such a thing, it would put on the map, and due to her new status as a Coming Storm, she couldn't allow that. In fact, the Magic Council already had a number on her and if they wanted, they could send out for at any moment.
To be here in this town. . . it was dangerous.
credit goes to Lunar of GS & THQ