c rybaby

Silver mist(always accepting)

Filii now sits in his cove back in his ritual circle... tapping back into the curse he had bestowed on Fenris.

The hollow voice channels back into the elf's mind.

"You and your companions will be beheaded and bestowed to the masses of the underworld like slaughtered feral pigs on a spit roast..."

Filii dips his obsidian katana in a vat of blood filled by the most sinful and wretched souls in hopes he can counter any Holy attack he encounters...
Though, he still remains warry of Fenris' true power and spiritual connection to his Gods...

Filii knows that this his true weakness... the hope, power, and most importantly the faith these creatures have in their churches and chapel's is what can destroy Filii. That's the only reason he believes he has a chance with Vencross...

This Elf may provide and prove to be the most challenging and versatile of the bunch.

Silver mist(always accepting)

Filii has conjured himself back into the underworld...

This is where he will rest, plot, and hone in his combative skills so he can accomplish this great task his Father has bestowed upon him.

He chants as he practices his blade work and dark magic

"Satanas ego ad te laudamus ...
Da mihi virtutem tribuit truciden."

"Satan, I praise unto thee...
Grant me the strength to
slay those bestowed before me."

Silver mist(always accepting)

The split halves of Filii separate fully and fall side by side.

A shrill whisper fades in
"Watch and learn what proper pillaging and destruction is, my fearless friend..."
and just a quickly as it came, it fades out.

Filii's remains ooze black and contort into his infestation and the maggots scatter once more...
Though this time it seems Filii's presence lingers thick like a fowl stench in the air.

Filii will please his Father...

Silver mist(always accepting)

Filii chuckles to himself sinisterly.

He slowly walks closer to Vencross gesturing with his sword.

"You carry so much hate and anger..."
His voice gurgling
"I love it..."
Filii walks forward, Vencross' blade now beginning to penetrate his lower torso... but he keeps moving in closer.
Until he is inches from Vencross face, and the sword is sticking through the back of him; he whispers almost in a playful, yet devilish tone.
"The scythe will be mine... and so will everything you care for and love."
His serpent tongue and fangs dripping

Silver mist(always accepting)

Filii's eyes widen a bit but his lips remain curled in a smirk

"Still so hostile...and so quick to accuse." Filii scoffs sarcastically at Vencross

he looks to Fenris;
"Oh it was but a mere misunderstanding, my dear friend...
Surely you can forgive me?"

Filii grins devilishly and then thinks to himself;

"Looks like we're going to do this the hard way. My favorite."

Silver mist(always accepting)

Filii draws back.

A shallow whisper floats through his mind
'Find a way to get the scythe, my son...'

"Yes, my father..." he whispers to himself, almost inaudible.

He realigns himself with the group;

"Perhaps another fellow necromancer is needed along the journey?"
Filii smirks.

Silver mist(always accepting)

Filii bellows out a fiendish cackle

"A HUMAN?!?! How foolish must one be to let a HUMAN acquire such a thing..."

Silver mist(always accepting)

Filii is curious and intrigued;

"And who's scythe might it be that you're stealing, my friends?"

Silver mist(always accepting)

Filii chuckles lightly...

"Weird is but a figment of your own perception... silly elf."

He looks back to Vencross;

"Because perfectly good bodies are for mangling and pillaging... crucifying..."
He pauses...

"My precious pests just handle the dirty work for me..."

Silver mist(always accepting)

Filii is stricken with a wave of evil euphoria,
He filters in the conflicting energy presented by Vencross

his voice, more of a shrill-like growl, trembles a bit

"It is an honor to be hated by you above many others, powerful Necromancer"