[h2][center][color=crimson]Lorelai[/color][/center][/h2]
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[color=7bcdc8]"Would you look at this, Elly. They always said you were a leader of men, but to see so many follow you to these murky depths. If only you were so charismatic in our academy days, Solanne would have never left for her silly rebellion."[/color] 

The Crimson Knight, bereft of armor or armament, would find her struggles against the gelatinous woman would only further cement Antonia's hold upon her. With each passing moment, that which bore the continence of Antonia gradually began to lose the appearance of flesh and cloth, till there was only various shades of slime still loosely holding her appearance together. This made apparent a source of soft, ruby light from the center of what once was a rib cage, and now all that remained was a sphere shaped gem of such luster and polish it would not be remiss among the Imperator's own jewels. For those with an intimate understanding of these uncommon creatures relegated to long forgotten crypts and the Infinitum's sewers, this  would be recognizable as the Core of a Slime, the point where the mass's consciousness originated from.

What most would not know is what happens when a person, living or dead, ingests a Slime Core. Until now, that was.  

In this way, Antonia was bearing her heart for the first time, and going to great lengths to drown Eleonor in her affections in the process. The others would arrive and say their piece, but even as the first spark was lit within Solanne's palm, her little sister was sucked lock, stock, and barrel into the body of Antonia. The displacement of mass expanded the viscous priestess, her form enlarging to accommodate a full grown woman now floating in her chest. Before Eleonor's face was the core, yet for all her strength, the pressure Antonia exerted on her kept the Crimson Knight from moving a finger against it, and provided the assurance that to target the core was to target Eleonor's vitals as well. 

Against this form of viscous fluid, the Crimson Hound's fire struck, sputtered, and died within short order. Antonia's expression didn't waver from one of supreme confidence in their superiority, even as the mass of slime was brought to a boil for a brief period, sure to cause no end of suffering to the floating hostage. In odds with this, Antonia opted to swiftly evade the frozen assault and slid onto the sewage water beneath a carpet of slime unhindered by the current. 

[color=7bcdc8]"So hasty. Not even the tiniest ounce of compassion for your captive leader. It isn't like I've done anything irreparable to her that she couldn't be 'saved'...yet. Oh, yet here I am, trying to redeem you mouth breathing Neanderthals because that's just what I do. Someone has to preach salvation to the masses, and looks like you are my congregation from hence forth to the end of eternity, so I best prepare a fine sermon."[/color] Antonia said amidst an incomprehensible flurry of tone shifts, speaking as though unbidden by the veneer of pious grace she had in life. 

Sweeping her arm towards the center whirlpool, an unspoken command ushered forth a cataclysmic rumble from the sewers bowels alongside the faintest of illumination rising from the pit of waste water. This grew steadily, then exponentially, as the source rapidly drew closer on an upwards ascension heralded by a scarlet light-!

What once was a whirlpool was no more, as from the bowels rose a [url=http://imgur.com/VO1qKs0]colossus[/url] which nearly scrapped the ceiling with its head. It's mass was dense, and lacking the transparency of Antonia, but it could be labelled a slime as well by massive core nestled in its chest. It's shine was undiluted by the filth of its form, and if one were to look close, they would see that within this core were thousands upon thousands of smaller cores like Antonia's. 

Lorelai looked upon and noticed the creature looked, for lack of a better understanding, happy. It favored them all without malice or hunger like Antonia had, and almost seemed to be more inviting then the priestess was above. In a departure from the human anatomy, it lacked arms in the proper sockets and instead formed gargantuan limbs of the same dense slime from the now still sewage water at its waist. 

[color=7bcdc8]"Isn't she wondrous? A forgotten saint far more suited to spreading the Imperator's guiding light then you or I. She is the center, the beating heart of the Infinitum, and she will now usher you into her fold as she did with myself. Rejoice! For the hour of you ascension is-"[/color]

[color=crimson]"Heretic."[/color]

A sharp crack, and Antonia's head  would snap to the side as one of the Colossus' fingers exploded into a shower of waste along the far walls, and an Imperial Standard was left fluttering from the force of its swing. Lorelai had remained silent upon her arrival, rage roiling within her yet tempered to a razor's edge in the face of others exacerbated tempers. This wasn't the maid doting on her Lady Eleonor, or even a matter of vengeance on her abductor.   

[color=crimson]"You are truly the foulest of heretics, and one who was held in the trust of so many as well. Crimes beyond measure are stacked upon your neck, and I will crush it within my to expunge your taint from this Imperium!"[/color] The fire's of zealous fury burned with heat equitable to Solanne's own, the very same Tori had opted to deride, now fueling the Abyssal Knight's will to crush their opposition. [color=crimson]"It does not matter if you carry the waste or hold a title of Ragnarok Knight. No usurper to the Imperator's shall be spared my judgement."[/color]

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Antonia was taken aback and adopted an expression mirroring that of Tori's, borderline disgusted in being confronted by the self-same drive that she extolled with disingenuous words and hollow prayers. The Sewer Core was more taken aback then anything, its missing finger gradually repairing itself from the surrounding waters before it reached out once more, both hands closing in to scoop up the entire group into its all consuming mass.
[@KoL][@TheWindel][@McFazzer]