To take you'd I'd have to go there and there is no chance she'd let you in. *crosses her arms* I thought you'd given up on that notion.he grabs her shoulder. "is there anything i can do to get you to take me to death's realm.
To take you'd I'd have to go there and there is no chance she'd let you in. *crosses her arms* I thought you'd given up on that notion.he grabs her shoulder. "is there anything i can do to get you to take me to death's realm.
Hmm...No. You said yourself there are other ways of doing it.*continues walking*"can we try? just open the portal...." he sighs ignoring ysabell's question.
*she quickly turns, grabbing his throat and pushing him up against the wall. Her black eyes and fanged teeth showing, her black wings spread out to look intimidating* don't be so pathetic. You're supposed to be a king for shadows sake."please...i-im begging you..." he sighs.
Heh. If you have power why don't you use it? Begging and pleading. You have no right to be a king. *the nails on her hands grows long and sharp, using her free hand she slices across his face*"youre either crazy or stupid..." with his right hand he grabs ysabell's wrist and forces it away from his throat.
A damaged king...of death gods? You wouldn't last a decade. *her nails return to normal and her wings tuck into her back* I don't do well with cry babies. At least act more your role. *lecturing him with her hands on her hips*he pushes her back after she slices his face. "i realized that i can get more by acting like the damaged king then the ruthless tyrant." he wipes the blood of his face as his wounds slowly start to heal.
Heh, *glaring at him as she's held by the throat* you know quite a bit I see. I was stuck in that shell against my will for 100,000 years. As an anthropermorphic personification of death, what do you think I did before that? All I've ever done is that ridiculous role with no choice otherwise and now *she smiles slyly* it's not mine. I filled my role as the death since life began. Atleast yours is a choice. *grits her teeth from the pain and forces a smile* the only pride I see is your inflated sense of your personal status. Even going so low as so create a disease just so you can control your subjects, to then devour them when they die."Who gave you the right to tell me to fill my roll when you are here I'm the human realm Burning the remnants of your former shell and avoiding the realm of death so you don't have to fill your roll as the grim reaper..." he starts to walk towards her. "I've been a king for millennia, and although my method my be unorthodox, I've filled my position with pride!" He grabs her by the throat and tightens his grip in anger.
*starts laughing, almost out of fear as she's chocked* Aww, don't want to respond? There is no way I'm letting you go there."open the portal to death's realm, Now!" he raises her off the ground still choking her and with his free hand he unsheathes his sword.
*hits the walls and falls to the floor, coughing slightly as she tries to stand correcting her spine and wings, still laughing* why not? much more interesting.The king throws her into the castle wall. "Ysabell, this is not the time to test me.."
*stands shakily, trying to regain her balance, fighting Amy to the back of her mind, her wings spreading out, her eyes closed*he shakes his head then changes into his centipede form.
*shocked by the sudden crushing, tries to struggle, her laughing ceasing as her wings are crushed. she laughs softly through the pain, glaring at him* what are you gonna do? kill me?the king quickly crawls over to ysabell and starts to wrap around her tightly.