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Constantine had arrived. Through the air he had moved with the speed of gods, as he had received the notice of his old comrades promotion faster than the letter had graced his hands. He was aware of the battle in which Magnolia was laid to rest, he was convinced that this very incident lured the legal mages and the common civilians into believing that they were in fact safe. Their precious creeds and codes, their bi-laws and other schemes. None of it mattered to the beast. That which slept in it's slumber hungering for more souls. Constantine knew of it.
His father would soon return, to wreck havoc upon the unsuspecting idiots who populated the lands. He knew that in order to repel this, it would take the aid of the only people left alive that he still trusted. Even though his old guild fell on hard times, he had to at least answer the request made by his best friend in the whole world. Within moments his mighty beast had descended down upon the courtyard of the mighty mansion. Letting out a scream from it's three heads that was petrifying to some of the thugs in the area. Gleefully the beast would vanish, into the nothingness of whence it came.
"Looks like this place has gone to shit, no mages, no girls, nothing. How am I supposed to get my cockles wet when we have no prime puss plundering preformed." He caused his own face to pout, and then kicked a rock. "Shucks." He stated in sorrow before letting out a loud and utterly obnoxious laugh. "GRUHAAAHEHEHE!" Clapping a series of times before turning on the heel of his shoe and striking a pose. He started to strut his stuff heading towards the entrance of the guild itself. Casually.
"Open the doors fuck-face." He stated towards one of the thugs whom stood guard by the entrance, the man shook his head and welcomed Constantine, but before he could open the door Constantine skipped away from the entrance, heading around to the side of the mansion "Trolololo bitch made nigga~<3" He stated as he blew a kiss towards the guard. Upon his arrival to the backyard of the mansion, he looked around and noted that there were even more thugs back here. So much fodder, not enough, cherry sauce. "Well, what in the marmalade. Cunt punt a child's parent."
Within the next two minutes his presence was made clear, when a thug ran into the building, shouting for the Keeper. His voice rising to levels of annoyance. "Sir! There is some deranged lunatic I've not seen before crucifying some of our members. I don't know what to do!" The kindly bastard stated with a look of pragmatic fear upon his face. This was true however. Constantine was standing with his feather boa flowing in the wind, it was teal and purple. He wore a shirt that had the words Savage Fisting on it, and he wore baggy pants & heels. All matching his boa in color. He even wore his classic belt.
On one of the trees a series of four thugs had been mutilated and burned together, making a cross of sort erected from the ground by a telephone post. Attached to this makeshift cross of iron and flesh was one of the larger crooks, one of the men whom had been dissing the fashion sense of Mr. Constantine. It was fine however, as the man was now just hanging out, bleeding profusely. All the while Constantine enjoyed a nice yogurt parfait....made out of the entrails of two of the members of the cross. "Hmm, something is missing." He stated as he tossed some poison over the criminals.
With a smirk upon his wretched face, the man begin to slowly move and wiggle his hips. There was a specific song in his head, 'Bubble Butt! Bubble, Bubble, Bubble Butt!' and he did indeed jam to in in true boss ass nigga fashion. As he began to clean his spoon, well the spoon he made out of one of the member's elbow, he snapped his finger and ignited the cross, the flaming pile of corpse amalgamation let off a smoke beacon, good that he didn't set it off near the guild, just in the large massive backyard. He began to clap, forcing some of the other members to join in on the hilarity.
"Oh my god guys, this is such a good time. I forgot how fun it was to kill people. Syke, no i didn't, you guys thought I was serious! GREHAAHEHEHEHE." He started to do a little shuffle before turning once more on his heel. "You guys...I missed you.<3" He slouched a bit, and then sauntered over towards one of the female thugs, a cut-purse no doubt. She had not caught his eye earlier. He placed his tongue promptly against the side of her face, and then dragged it upwards. Licking her in the eye. He then sauntered towards the mansion in a very awkward strut. After-ally, he was able to get away with that. All he could think about, was if Fred was home. After-all, it had been ages. [>I Go Hard Tho<] |