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The sharp, coppery tang of blood came from Vincent's taste-test of what resided in those gashes. "Isn't Paladin blood just wonderful?" On her forehead, a mark glows. It is the same mark that Jaq has been branding on corpses and elsewhere in the prison.
Deirdre followed Jaq into the office. Her eyes moving from person to person, sizing them up and gathering impressions. "You keep interesting friends, Jako." Her gaze snapped to Veldrin when he spoke of dispatching the guards, her face filled with glee. "Oh! Calling the lambs to the slaughter! That sounds like wonderful fun. Perhaps we can paint this place red. It could use the touch of a good interior designer. And I do enjoy redecorating."
For a moment, after Jaq stopped speaking, all was quiet. Then the sound of a think sludge moving and bubbling could be heard. A puddle made of a think substance the color of blood formed and grew in front of Jaq. Slowly, something rose from it and took shape. Once it reached a height of about seven feet and the form of a female, it began to solidify. The skin turned a deathly pale that was covered in deep slashed, long claws that seemed to be made of blood, extended from her fingers. Long, hair darkened to a red-toned black; Her eyes appeared to be gouged out. On her forehead, was the demon rune of Sifkesh. Fully formed, she moved quick, her claws threateningly placed under Jaq's chin, the blood in his hand currently ignored. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you where you stand." Her tone was angry as she bared her viciously sharp teeth at him. |
