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Silver mist(always accepting)

The elf's witty response makes Filii crack a small smile aswell

Filii then lays eyes on Vencross' magnificent weapon

'A great trophy along with his head'
He thinks to himself.

Filii draws back and contains himself.

"It would be a great honor to see that masterful blade in battle..."
he says almost in a whisper-like tone.

Silver mist(always accepting)

Filii unsheathes his pitch black blade half way, any bit of light around reflecting radiantly off of it.

"...and this blade was forged to fillet, massacre, and butcher any creature... even elves"
Filii chuckles a bit and re-sheathes his sword
He looks at Vencross and says sarcastically
"Quite the timid one, aren't we...? This is all just in good sport, my dear friend."

Filii knows he can not fight both Fenris and Vencross... for he is sure he underestimates the power of this elf... and he knows Vencross alone could possibly defeat him...

But the taunting and emotion fulfill his evil thirst

Silver mist(always accepting)

Filii cackles;
"Your prayers mean nothing, pitiful elf"

Filii reaches down to his obsidian bladed katana sheathed at his waist,
He flicks a maggot off the handle that lands at the feet of Vencross.

"who knew such a powerful Necromancer could be so combative toward another of nearly the same practice?...I'm just an admirer of your work, Vencross..."

Silver mist(always accepting)

Filii stretches his mouth into that familiar disgusting smile.

"That's right my friend... for the corpse itself is irrelevant... a ship with no captain per say... it is the blood, the soul, and the life force that truly matters. My precious pests are merely just the purest form of decomposition...Nature at its finest, oh powerful one."

The slight tone of taunt and sarcasm rings throughout Filii's hollow voice
The maggot infestation begins crawling sporadically all over Filii's body

"Afraid of a couple little bugs elf boy?..."

Silver mist(always accepting)

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

Silver mist(always accepting)

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.

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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.

Silver mist(always accepting)

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."

Silver mist(always accepting)

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.

Silver mist(always accepting)

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