- Location
- Somewhere North of south
I was thinking more convincing them you're their Warboss or something
Interrogator (40k)
- Thread starter Hiver
- Start date
From the Prophet's PoV:
- Dammit, the Orks were enough of a pain. But now I'm being attacked by Tau? And WTF are the Impies unleashing the Ortillery on over there?
- CRAP! Eldar now?!? and they are carving through my followers at a distressingly high rate, this could be bad. Oh, they're headed up to the roof to attack the spell construct? Good luck with that.
- an Impy strike team? Good, I need more meatshields. Ah, damn that's bright. *gives speech*
*Gets shot by one of the Newbies*
- Dammit, the Orks were enough of a pain. But now I'm being attacked by Tau? And WTF are the Impies unleashing the Ortillery on over there?
- CRAP! Eldar now?!? and they are carving through my followers at a distressingly high rate, this could be bad. Oh, they're headed up to the roof to attack the spell construct? Good luck with that.
- an Impy strike team? Good, I need more meatshields. Ah, damn that's bright. *gives speech*
*Gets shot by one of the Newbies*
56
The lasbolts ripped into him, stitching burnt craters across his chest and the left side of his head exploded. I screamed as my best friend died, it felt like somebody had torn my heart from my chest as I remembered the seconds we knew each other.
Still, I held the trigger down, sweeping my lasgun across the chamber, cutting down the two other men there until the powercell ran out and I dropped to my knees, the weapon falling from my fingers.
The emperor was a false god. My bes- The prophet of truth was dead.
He wasn't my best friend. He wasn't.
I could almost feel the pressure lift from my mind, but it didn't do anything. It may have been a lie, but the emotions had been very real.
I threw up on the floor, coughing as I tried to not fall onto my face while doing it.
Or tried at least, didn't have much to throw up. Thinking about it, I couldn't even remember when I ate last.
He had been my best friend. Or made me think he had been. I still shot him. Looked him in the eyes and shot him.
What kind of perso-
There was the sound of a lasfire discharging behind me and I looked back, seeing one of the soldiers on the ground, most of his head missing. He had shot himself.
I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.
Most of them were crying already, most had taken their helmets off and I could see their faces for the first time.
A couple were clutching aquilas, mumbling prayers as they sobbed.
Daniels was sitting with his back to the wall, his head against his knees. Visibly shuddering.
I closed my eyes, seeing the lasbolts rip through him again.
Then I gritted my teeth and struggled up, wiping my mouth as I picked up my lasgun and slapped a new powercell in, "On your feet, soldiers!"
Most didn't react.
"Oh your fucking feet in the name of the Golden Throne!" I yelled and reached down, grabbing Daniels by the collar of his armor with my exoskeleton covered arm and tugged him upwards onto his feet, "We have a planet to save!"
He looked at me, tears pouring down his cheeks, "I... I... Oh God-Emperor... oh..."
"It was a warp trick!" I said and slammed him back against the wall, "Get your shit together, trooper! We're not done yet, the Emperor isn't done with you yet! Your faith wavered, will your duty too!?"
He sucked in a slow breath, one gloved hand going up and rubbing across his face as he managed to shake his head, "I..." he started to say before I felt him take more of his own weight, "No. It was a lie. It was all a lie. I will do my duty to Him On Earth. I will repent!"
I nodded firmly and then let go, walking to the next trooper and tugging him up, "On your feet maggot! The Emperor needs you! Will you fail him again!?"
It wasn't easy. It took threats, promises, kicks and in one case, a hug, to get everybody back onto their feet and holding their lasguns again. Everybody was horribly shook and looking at them, I was far from certain they wouldn't just instantly fold the moment anything dangerous happened.
But they were what I had so I used them. Like tools.
The way somebody that would cut down their bes-
I shook my head, suppressing that thought as quickly as it had come. I could fall apart into a gibbering wreck later on my own time.
"What I need from you is easy!" I told them loudly, "What the Emperor needs from you is easy! You are to follow me and shoot what I tell you to shoot! You are elite SDF troopers, that is why you were picked for this mission! The Emperor relies on you for this mission!"
"You heard the Interrogator!" Daniels said loudly, hefting his lasgun and reloading it, "We still have a mission!"
His voice shook slightly, but he certainly had the right idea.
"If you seek redemption, follow me!" I said and headed down the ramp again, almost stumbling slightly as the path started to lead back down again.
My feet felt unsteady and I swallowed before popping another stimtab into my mouth, swallowing it.
It helped a little.
There was no resistance below, the Eldar had already moved on up along the other ramp and out of sight, but I could hear the sound of battle above. The whining of what I now recognized as Eldar weapons. Screaming and lasfire.
"On me," I yelled and started to run towards the second ramp, "Follow me and shoot everything that's not a xeno!"
Hitting the ramp, I had to slow down. I just didn't have the energy anymore to run up it. I wasn't the only one, I could hear the rest struggling behind me as well.
The sight that met us as we exited onto the roof was indescribable.
Above us the massive rings turned, whooshing past us. The large metal rings glowed purple as they twisted around themselves.
Each time one passed above, it felt like somebody had tightened firmly around my brain with an iron band. Beneath the rings was some sort of altar, also glowing purple and covered with… symbols. I think.
They hurt to look at and kept moving. The heretics seemed to be shooting each other as much as at the Eldar. But that didn't seem to be what was really the largest threat right now.
Even as I watched, the air above the altar crackled and sparked, sending bolts through the air, one of them hitting and sending one of the Eldar warriors flying through the air, dead. Or at least I really hope that killed him because a second later he turned inside out, armor and all.
Then something crawled out of him, multi jointed legs, covered in feathers and scales with a large beak filled with sharp teeth and too many eyes.
Some of those eyes had eyes.
Oh god that's a lot of eyes.
"Everyone, shoot the demon! Shoot the demon!" I yelled and followed my words with action.
Still, I held the trigger down, sweeping my lasgun across the chamber, cutting down the two other men there until the powercell ran out and I dropped to my knees, the weapon falling from my fingers.
The emperor was a false god. My bes- The prophet of truth was dead.
He wasn't my best friend. He wasn't.
I could almost feel the pressure lift from my mind, but it didn't do anything. It may have been a lie, but the emotions had been very real.
I threw up on the floor, coughing as I tried to not fall onto my face while doing it.
Or tried at least, didn't have much to throw up. Thinking about it, I couldn't even remember when I ate last.
He had been my best friend. Or made me think he had been. I still shot him. Looked him in the eyes and shot him.
What kind of perso-
There was the sound of a lasfire discharging behind me and I looked back, seeing one of the soldiers on the ground, most of his head missing. He had shot himself.
I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.
Most of them were crying already, most had taken their helmets off and I could see their faces for the first time.
A couple were clutching aquilas, mumbling prayers as they sobbed.
Daniels was sitting with his back to the wall, his head against his knees. Visibly shuddering.
I closed my eyes, seeing the lasbolts rip through him again.
Then I gritted my teeth and struggled up, wiping my mouth as I picked up my lasgun and slapped a new powercell in, "On your feet, soldiers!"
Most didn't react.
"Oh your fucking feet in the name of the Golden Throne!" I yelled and reached down, grabbing Daniels by the collar of his armor with my exoskeleton covered arm and tugged him upwards onto his feet, "We have a planet to save!"
He looked at me, tears pouring down his cheeks, "I... I... Oh God-Emperor... oh..."
"It was a warp trick!" I said and slammed him back against the wall, "Get your shit together, trooper! We're not done yet, the Emperor isn't done with you yet! Your faith wavered, will your duty too!?"
He sucked in a slow breath, one gloved hand going up and rubbing across his face as he managed to shake his head, "I..." he started to say before I felt him take more of his own weight, "No. It was a lie. It was all a lie. I will do my duty to Him On Earth. I will repent!"
I nodded firmly and then let go, walking to the next trooper and tugging him up, "On your feet maggot! The Emperor needs you! Will you fail him again!?"
It wasn't easy. It took threats, promises, kicks and in one case, a hug, to get everybody back onto their feet and holding their lasguns again. Everybody was horribly shook and looking at them, I was far from certain they wouldn't just instantly fold the moment anything dangerous happened.
But they were what I had so I used them. Like tools.
The way somebody that would cut down their bes-
I shook my head, suppressing that thought as quickly as it had come. I could fall apart into a gibbering wreck later on my own time.
"What I need from you is easy!" I told them loudly, "What the Emperor needs from you is easy! You are to follow me and shoot what I tell you to shoot! You are elite SDF troopers, that is why you were picked for this mission! The Emperor relies on you for this mission!"
"You heard the Interrogator!" Daniels said loudly, hefting his lasgun and reloading it, "We still have a mission!"
His voice shook slightly, but he certainly had the right idea.
"If you seek redemption, follow me!" I said and headed down the ramp again, almost stumbling slightly as the path started to lead back down again.
My feet felt unsteady and I swallowed before popping another stimtab into my mouth, swallowing it.
It helped a little.
There was no resistance below, the Eldar had already moved on up along the other ramp and out of sight, but I could hear the sound of battle above. The whining of what I now recognized as Eldar weapons. Screaming and lasfire.
"On me," I yelled and started to run towards the second ramp, "Follow me and shoot everything that's not a xeno!"
Hitting the ramp, I had to slow down. I just didn't have the energy anymore to run up it. I wasn't the only one, I could hear the rest struggling behind me as well.
The sight that met us as we exited onto the roof was indescribable.
Above us the massive rings turned, whooshing past us. The large metal rings glowed purple as they twisted around themselves.
Each time one passed above, it felt like somebody had tightened firmly around my brain with an iron band. Beneath the rings was some sort of altar, also glowing purple and covered with… symbols. I think.
They hurt to look at and kept moving. The heretics seemed to be shooting each other as much as at the Eldar. But that didn't seem to be what was really the largest threat right now.
Even as I watched, the air above the altar crackled and sparked, sending bolts through the air, one of them hitting and sending one of the Eldar warriors flying through the air, dead. Or at least I really hope that killed him because a second later he turned inside out, armor and all.
Then something crawled out of him, multi jointed legs, covered in feathers and scales with a large beak filled with sharp teeth and too many eyes.
Some of those eyes had eyes.
Oh god that's a lot of eyes.
"Everyone, shoot the demon! Shoot the demon!" I yelled and followed my words with action.
- Location
- USA
I have a hilarious image of Tezzeret repeating the same order, but for increasingly deadly things.
After finishing off the daemon and rushing to the next platform:
"Everyone, shoot the Chaos Marine! Shoot the Chaos Marine!"
Moving up another platform:
"Everyone, shoot the Daemon Prince! Shoot the Daemon Prince!"
After finishing off the daemon and rushing to the next platform:
"Everyone, shoot the Chaos Marine! Shoot the Chaos Marine!"
Moving up another platform:
"Everyone, shoot the Daemon Prince! Shoot the Daemon Prince!"
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- It/Them
Oh my, the interogator must be really rattled.
Modus_Tollens
SCREAMING AT THE APOCALYPSE
- Location
- ALSO SCREAMING.
An enemy who is fighting another enemy is being rather polite. They are shooting themselves and saving you wear and tear on your own lasgun.
Nah, he just doesn't have time to deal with the Eldar right now. Shoot them later, shoot the Heretics now.
"...Are you sure you're with the Inquisition?"
Red_Faux
私を終わらせる
- Location
- 'Straya M8
His logic prevailed in the face of planted emotions. What kind of person would shoot their best friend without a seconds hesitation? I don't know. Not Tez.
What kind of person would kill a monsters poisoning the sanctity of their mind, spitting on the memory of every true friend that they had lost? Tez.
He recognised that his mind was not his own, that his emotions and instincts were false. He killed someone who felt like a best friend, not a best friend. Its a very important distinction and I hope he has the faith in himself to realise that
What kind of person would kill a monsters poisoning the sanctity of their mind, spitting on the memory of every true friend that they had lost? Tez.
He recognised that his mind was not his own, that his emotions and instincts were false. He killed someone who felt like a best friend, not a best friend. Its a very important distinction and I hope he has the faith in himself to realise that
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
Well, at least it went away when he died. Might break the Chaos forces right there, depending on how reliant they were on his brainwashing power.
I think I read somewhere that daemonic power levels fluctuating with the plot was a function of the Warp, so this one might be a pushover or a level boss, depending on if the pathos he just dealt with counts.
I think I read somewhere that daemonic power levels fluctuating with the plot was a function of the Warp, so this one might be a pushover or a level boss, depending on if the pathos he just dealt with counts.
- Location
- Queensland, Australia
"Well, I never said we wouldn't be shooting them later now did I?"
Dakkan Sall
Random Encounter
- Location
- On the world map
Ok, Chaos 100% confirmed. Tyranids are now officially late to the party and there are no more seats at the table for them (hopefully).
- Location
- United States
See! I told you! I told you! Tzeetch wills it! ... kidding, fuck tzeetch.
- Location
- Oblivion
Why do I feel like the better target would be the alter/rings?
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
I guess you think the daemon won't murder everyone while they're focused on the McGuffin?
- Location
- Oblivion
If it's a Lesser Daemon like it appears to be, it shouldn't be able to kill more then one or two before they've lobbed whatever explosive ordinance they have at the thing.
Comparatively in the time it takes to kill said Lesser Daemon the thing might have created one or two more.
Kaernetron
Feuergeist
- Location
- Weit, Weit dort Oben
Destroying the Macguffin would definitively be smart thing to do, but shooting the thing that will immediately try to bite your face off is the more human reaction.
57
I never did find out what happened after we shot at the demon.
The first thing that came to mind was that I was thirsty. That was the first thought slowly slithering through my mind.
The next was that my chest hurt.
It took a while to even get that far, the loud pounding of the drum tightening around my head seemed to get louder and louder by the second before I finally woke up.
I quickly regretted having done that.
Beneath me was the enclave. I couldn't see any weapons fire anymore, but it was mostly on fire, thick smoke reaching towards the skies.
It took a couple of moments for me to realize that it was strange that I could see it. I just woke up, I should be looking at the sky, not the ground. Especially not the ground so far below.
Even as I watched, there was another explosion of flames below.
Wooosh.
Something passed by overhead and my headache intensified, the iron clamp around my head tightening for a second.
I realized my head hurt. Not only my head, but my face. I could only see through my artificial eye. My face hurt.
Slowly struggling to lift my head, I looked up. It was my arm, the numb one in the exoskeleton frame. It had saved my life.
I was hanging from a piece of rebar that had snagged on the frame when I went over the edge of the tower. Apparently when they lopped off the top couple of floors to build whatever it was, they didn't bother cleaning things up.
I could see blood dripping down my arm and soaking through my sleeve, so the rebar was likely in my arm as well, but I couldn't feel it. That was likely a good thing.
What I could feel was everything else. My face, my chest... it looked like something had slashed across my chest, straight through my coat and even the carapace armor.
I decided neither was very dangerous by the very fact that I woke up again.
Slowly I engaged the servos of the exoskeleton and they whined as they started to pull me upwards. Twisting carefully as not to make the rebar slip, I reached up with my good hand to grab for a second handhold. The smoke and darkness made it hard to see, but the purple glow of the spinning rings made the shadows move and shift.
Wooosh.
Another passed by above and I gritted my teeth as it felt like somebody dug claws into my brain for a second.
Then it was gone and allowed my headache to go back to only migraine levels.
Slowly, slowly, I worked myself up to grab hold on the edge. The piece of rebar was dark with blood as I moved my hurt arm off it, but the bleeding didn't increase much.
The exoskeleton moved and I gripped the edge. It was slower than before and I could see sparks through the hole in my jacket sleeve, but it worked.
Slowly, I dragged myself up, my feet scrambling for a foothold until I managed to pull myself fully onto the platform, rolling onto my back.
The scene that met me was one of horror.
The men that were with me were all dead. I didn't need to be a medical examiner to be able to tell that much. None of them were in anything approaching one piece.
Whatever happened, must have just mostly missed or sent me flying instead of cutting me in half.
And it must have happened just minutes ago at that as the Eldar were still somewhat alive. Even as I watched, the demon tore into the last of the Eldar warriors, ripping his arms off in a single motion while it's beak ripped into his chest. The large construct was still active, if missing one arm. It went after the demon, it's large sword raised.
The demon screamed as the blade took one of it's many arms off and turned towards the construct, it's remaining hands moving in a twisting motion and the construct buckled before twisting and starting to melt, collapsing onto the floor.
The Eldar witch was the only one still alive and she raised her sword, aiming it at the demon and yelling words I couldn't hear or understand. Energy crackled and a beam of energy lashed out towards the demon.
The energy pierced through it, blasting it back a couple of steps before it turned towards her, hands shifting and a shield formed, sending the energy off into the night.
I slowly rolled onto my knees, struggling up.
Whoosh.
A massive ring passed by above me and I almost fell.
I tasted blood.
Might just have been me, but I could have sworn the purple glow from the rings were getting brighter now.
The demon charged at the witch with a bone piercing shriek that caused the bodies closest to it to burst into explosions of blood. The witch cast some sort of shield between her and the demon, crackling with energy before meeting its charge with her sword, the blade glowing with eldritch blue light.
I'd have to give it to her, it almost worked.
The demon smashed into the energy shield and screamed and she moved to lop it's head off.
That's when everything went wrong.
Even as I watched, the demon twitched it's hands and the shield fell... and then it was upon the witch and her sword went flying through the air, spinning, tumbling before landing point down between me and the combatants.
The demon backhanded her with a clawed hand, hard enough to send her flying back and that I could hear the sound of bones breaking clear across the platform.
Whoosh.
I gritted my teeth, spitting out blood as I slowly forced myself back onto my feet. The blade. Had to get to the blade.
The demon laughed, a screeching sound that made my hair stand on end as it stalked towards the fallen witch, apparently taking its time.
The sadistic thing was having fun.
I reached the witches sword and gripped the handle before I started to run, the xenos blade both lighter and heavier than I would have expected, easily pulling free from the stone it had pierced, the energy around the blade glowing a solid blue. The demon reached down, grabbing the witch by her collar and lifted her high into the air, saying something in a guttural, twisting tongue that made my teeth hurt.
The witch answered something in the eldar language.
Then I threw myself forward, bringing the sword in and stabbed the warp spawned monstrocity through the back!
It screamed in agony and spun faster than anything I had ever seen. I was ready, already moving back and brought my exoskeleton covered arm up to block.
I still didn't make it, I heard the bones in my arm shatter and the twisting of metal as it's arm hit mine, sending me spinning to the floor.
But it had done it. The demon crackled and sparked before screaming as it dissolved and seemed to be sucked into the floor, leaving only the witch's sword behind.
The first thing that came to mind was that I was thirsty. That was the first thought slowly slithering through my mind.
The next was that my chest hurt.
It took a while to even get that far, the loud pounding of the drum tightening around my head seemed to get louder and louder by the second before I finally woke up.
I quickly regretted having done that.
Beneath me was the enclave. I couldn't see any weapons fire anymore, but it was mostly on fire, thick smoke reaching towards the skies.
It took a couple of moments for me to realize that it was strange that I could see it. I just woke up, I should be looking at the sky, not the ground. Especially not the ground so far below.
Even as I watched, there was another explosion of flames below.
Wooosh.
Something passed by overhead and my headache intensified, the iron clamp around my head tightening for a second.
I realized my head hurt. Not only my head, but my face. I could only see through my artificial eye. My face hurt.
Slowly struggling to lift my head, I looked up. It was my arm, the numb one in the exoskeleton frame. It had saved my life.
I was hanging from a piece of rebar that had snagged on the frame when I went over the edge of the tower. Apparently when they lopped off the top couple of floors to build whatever it was, they didn't bother cleaning things up.
I could see blood dripping down my arm and soaking through my sleeve, so the rebar was likely in my arm as well, but I couldn't feel it. That was likely a good thing.
What I could feel was everything else. My face, my chest... it looked like something had slashed across my chest, straight through my coat and even the carapace armor.
I decided neither was very dangerous by the very fact that I woke up again.
Slowly I engaged the servos of the exoskeleton and they whined as they started to pull me upwards. Twisting carefully as not to make the rebar slip, I reached up with my good hand to grab for a second handhold. The smoke and darkness made it hard to see, but the purple glow of the spinning rings made the shadows move and shift.
Wooosh.
Another passed by above and I gritted my teeth as it felt like somebody dug claws into my brain for a second.
Then it was gone and allowed my headache to go back to only migraine levels.
Slowly, slowly, I worked myself up to grab hold on the edge. The piece of rebar was dark with blood as I moved my hurt arm off it, but the bleeding didn't increase much.
The exoskeleton moved and I gripped the edge. It was slower than before and I could see sparks through the hole in my jacket sleeve, but it worked.
Slowly, I dragged myself up, my feet scrambling for a foothold until I managed to pull myself fully onto the platform, rolling onto my back.
The scene that met me was one of horror.
The men that were with me were all dead. I didn't need to be a medical examiner to be able to tell that much. None of them were in anything approaching one piece.
Whatever happened, must have just mostly missed or sent me flying instead of cutting me in half.
And it must have happened just minutes ago at that as the Eldar were still somewhat alive. Even as I watched, the demon tore into the last of the Eldar warriors, ripping his arms off in a single motion while it's beak ripped into his chest. The large construct was still active, if missing one arm. It went after the demon, it's large sword raised.
The demon screamed as the blade took one of it's many arms off and turned towards the construct, it's remaining hands moving in a twisting motion and the construct buckled before twisting and starting to melt, collapsing onto the floor.
The Eldar witch was the only one still alive and she raised her sword, aiming it at the demon and yelling words I couldn't hear or understand. Energy crackled and a beam of energy lashed out towards the demon.
The energy pierced through it, blasting it back a couple of steps before it turned towards her, hands shifting and a shield formed, sending the energy off into the night.
I slowly rolled onto my knees, struggling up.
Whoosh.
A massive ring passed by above me and I almost fell.
I tasted blood.
Might just have been me, but I could have sworn the purple glow from the rings were getting brighter now.
The demon charged at the witch with a bone piercing shriek that caused the bodies closest to it to burst into explosions of blood. The witch cast some sort of shield between her and the demon, crackling with energy before meeting its charge with her sword, the blade glowing with eldritch blue light.
I'd have to give it to her, it almost worked.
The demon smashed into the energy shield and screamed and she moved to lop it's head off.
That's when everything went wrong.
Even as I watched, the demon twitched it's hands and the shield fell... and then it was upon the witch and her sword went flying through the air, spinning, tumbling before landing point down between me and the combatants.
The demon backhanded her with a clawed hand, hard enough to send her flying back and that I could hear the sound of bones breaking clear across the platform.
Whoosh.
I gritted my teeth, spitting out blood as I slowly forced myself back onto my feet. The blade. Had to get to the blade.
The demon laughed, a screeching sound that made my hair stand on end as it stalked towards the fallen witch, apparently taking its time.
The sadistic thing was having fun.
I reached the witches sword and gripped the handle before I started to run, the xenos blade both lighter and heavier than I would have expected, easily pulling free from the stone it had pierced, the energy around the blade glowing a solid blue. The demon reached down, grabbing the witch by her collar and lifted her high into the air, saying something in a guttural, twisting tongue that made my teeth hurt.
The witch answered something in the eldar language.
Then I threw myself forward, bringing the sword in and stabbed the warp spawned monstrocity through the back!
It screamed in agony and spun faster than anything I had ever seen. I was ready, already moving back and brought my exoskeleton covered arm up to block.
I still didn't make it, I heard the bones in my arm shatter and the twisting of metal as it's arm hit mine, sending me spinning to the floor.
But it had done it. The demon crackled and sparked before screaming as it dissolved and seemed to be sucked into the floor, leaving only the witch's sword behind.
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- Location
- Minesota, USA
Witch, not twitch
- Location
- USA
She could be both! "This is yo' gurl on the Path of the Seer and welcome back to my channel! Today we're going to be cleaning up another mess of those Mon'Keighs in what looks like a warp summoning gone wrong."
Well he IS in inqusition comes with job and all that stuff.
But he has yet to truly go tits over head with anyting >>> execution of CO? Understandable, necrons need to be contained now not month later.
Not shooting Tau on sight? Would have 0 help with necrons.
Prioritizing stoping chaos cults to free resources for assult on necrons? Again understandable.
Shooting chaos socerer/cult leader? Any sane mans duty (no chaos dosent give you any rewards from moment you say yes you are their sex toy and work for chaos goals only, you have 0 agency)
Shooting emerging chaos daemon? Again any sane mans duty.
At wich point he went full herpderp inqusitor? Shit hapens and he tries to deal with them as best he can.
- Location
- Land of Confusion
Truly, they are in the darkest future, now.
Oh, LIIVI... Love can bloom...
We can now add Daemonslayer to his titles.