[IC] Silver mist(always accepting)

[c rybaby]

The body of the fly begins to twitch a contort... from the inside out, almost like a snake shedding its skin, a dark almost obsidian colored maggot crawls from the dismembered remains of the fly. With immense speed it feverishly crawls for the corner for the room

[Jasper19]

Fenris gulps" that's nasty"

[EnderGaming15]

Blaze walks over to the still fly. "Simple cure to annoying fly." He says before clapping the fly between his hands.

[Shadow Dragon]

Vencross sighs, and crushes the maggot with his sword.

[c rybaby]

A screeching noise gurgles out of the maggot as it is killed by the sword.
What seems at first as a pool of blood spilling out of the dead maggot...
Turns out to be thousands of tiny spiders that scatter throughout the room and crawl up the Necromancer's sword

[Jasper19]

fenris grabs a torch and puts it on the spiders

[Shadow Dragon]

He twirls the blade, flinging them off. "Ugh, this is why I hate other necromancers. So many bugs."

[Jasper19]

fenris nods" that demon sure is one for theatrics "

[c rybaby]

The majority of the spiders die as the elf torches them, and the ones that are flung off the blade of Darksoul retreat into any crack or creveses they can find

Filii smiles to himself as he sits amidst the fire of hell in his dark ritual circle...

"All in good fun, my friends..." he chuckles sinisterly to himself.

His goal of intimidation won't phase the powerful Necromancer... but Filii enjoys too much the stirr of emotion he gets out of the elves.

[Jasper19]

Fenris sighs" another thing to a long list of troubles"

[c rybaby]

Filii dwells deep inside of himself to conjure up the most powerful of his antagonizing, yet physically harmless, curses.

He chants as the power surges around him.
"Ut det mihi, sacrilegas patris potestate.
Cum auro atque iudicandi torquet insontes animarum imis timoribus et luctum mihi.
Rupere foedus impius a patre: hanc mihi det."

"May the unholy father grant me the power.
To torture the purest of souls with their deepest fears and heartache.
Unholy father, grant this to me."

A lingering demonic whisper floods Fenris' mind... the loudest whisper imagined... gurgling out;
"I was there when your parents parished. You didn't see me but I saw you... and the werewolves shared their souls with me and I will never forget such a grand feast of proper horror and despair."

[Jasper19]

Fenris growls " yay now I have voices in my head "

[c rybaby]

The voice snickers humorously at Fenris' remark.

"Yes..." the voice scoffs;
"Just a mere voice in your head... no need to worry my dear friend."

Filii has tapped himself of his power, as this is a new curse for Filii and this is only his first time successfully accomplishing it and the voice fades out with that last remark.

[Jasper19]

Fenris mutters to himself" weird ominous warning check"

[c rybaby]

Filii knows he cannot attempt to attack the elf while the powerful Necromancer and others are near to him... patience will hopefully gain him the perfect opportunity to strike.

Filii chants in prayer from his cove in the underworld in an attempt to regain some of the power lost over the casting of his curses.
His shrill hollow voice murmurs out a piece from "Les Litanies de Satan"

"Gloriam, et laudem dicam tibi, satanas in excelsis:Ubi olim regnante apud inferos quo tu iaces,
Victa dabat iam tacet, atque infinita cupiditate aeternum. Reliqui ad te anima mea dona aliquando
Sub qua arbore scientiae Ibunt sicut supra caput rami eius templi."

Glory and praise to Thee, Satan, on high, Where Thou didst reign, in Hell where Thou dost lie,
Vanquished, silent, dreaming eternally. Grant that my soul may some day rest close to Thee,
Under the Tree of Knowledge which shall spread its branches like a Temple overhead.

[Jasper19]

Fenris starts putting on his armor

[Shadow Dragon]

Vencross scowls. "Enough of this nonsense. Begone demon." He lashes out at the demon with a bolt of necromancy.

[c rybaby]

Filii is pulled from the underworld by the powerful magic of Vencross

Filii doesn't even mutter a flinch as the bolt of necromatic power blasts a gaping wound through his torso.

The wound quivers and oozes bodily fluid and dangles with crawling maggots infesting it

Filii reaches his claw like hand down and picks one of the maggots from the wound.
Twisting and turning his claws as the maggot crawls in between each bloody mangled knuckle, he utters, almost seeming to speak to the wriggling insect that he holds.

"Again, an impressive display of energy and magic by the powerful one... the Under Lords would be very pleased with this one wouldn't they, my precious pest?"

The wound closes with the squish and squirm of the maggot infestation within him.

His gaze fixes to Vencross, the dripping of saliva and poison can be seen dripping to the floor from his hooded face, his piercing florescent eyes quiver in excitement

"Why so hostile? Did I intimidate your power, oh great necromancer?" he taunts

[Shadow Dragon]

"I hate maggots. They eat perfectly good corpses. You want a great necromancer? Try my uncle up there." He points at the swirling darkness.

[Jasper19]

Fenris looks at the demon" that's disgusting " he says putting the last piece of his armor on