I wonder how your followers would feel if you were bending those privacy rules for certain gods.
[That was all he could get in before Schuldig got right down to business. Granted, he wasn't particularly thrilled with the incantation either. He had plenty of places to go to, thank you very much! At least it was somewhat offset by the total mismatch between the intent of the words and the delivery. He could certainly find some amusement in that, and he was not shy about letting it show on his face, even if it was only for a moment.
Something he would have wanted to be more shy about if he knew were the circumstances surrounding his death.
"Sorry, Sion. Yer era's already over."
Before he could even realize what was going on, the tanned man had passed by him, leaving a gaping hole in Ross' left side in his wake. Pressing his new wound with only his hand did little to stop the blood from flowing freely. It was all he could do to keep himself from collapsing right then and there, and he grit his teeth against the sudden pain.
"If we're being too noisy in the Demon World, Alba may notice us and come running. That would be troublesome." His attacker turned to look at him. "Sion, thank you for everything."
Ross could only let out a curse as the tanned man then turned his attention to the shadow guy and the boy lying unconscious on the ground. He would have been able to get the kid out of here if there hadn't been any interference. He'd been so close to stopping Lake from sharing Crea's fate...!
"I made Lake swallow the Maker-kun. Now, make a new era with him. Show me a fun world~"
He saw the kid--his brother--being taken away, and whatever force of will he could muster did him little good in this situation. His body still refused to move. Ross couldn't even be sure of how much time had passed before his consciousness began to fade, and the last thing he saw was a blurry image of a person running toward him and shouting words he was too far gone to decipher.
It was a death that didn't quite match with how he usually carried himself, not that he realized that.
That aside, he allowed the light to engulf him. He hated this part. Being changed into his vessel form was one of the worst parts of being a shinki, and there was no convincing him on that front.]
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[That was all he could get in before Schuldig got right down to business. Granted, he wasn't particularly thrilled with the incantation either. He had plenty of places to go to, thank you very much! At least it was somewhat offset by the total mismatch between the intent of the words and the delivery. He could certainly find some amusement in that, and he was not shy about letting it show on his face, even if it was only for a moment.
Something he would have wanted to be more shy about if he knew were the circumstances surrounding his death.
"Sorry, Sion. Yer era's already over."
Before he could even realize what was going on, the tanned man had passed by him, leaving a gaping hole in Ross' left side in his wake. Pressing his new wound with only his hand did little to stop the blood from flowing freely. It was all he could do to keep himself from collapsing right then and there, and he grit his teeth against the sudden pain.
"If we're being too noisy in the Demon World, Alba may notice us and come running. That would be troublesome." His attacker turned to look at him. "Sion, thank you for everything."
Ross could only let out a curse as the tanned man then turned his attention to the shadow guy and the boy lying unconscious on the ground. He would have been able to get the kid out of here if there hadn't been any interference. He'd been so close to stopping Lake from sharing Crea's fate...!
"I made Lake swallow the Maker-kun. Now, make a new era with him. Show me a fun world~"
He saw the kid--his brother--being taken away, and whatever force of will he could muster did him little good in this situation. His body still refused to move. Ross couldn't even be sure of how much time had passed before his consciousness began to fade, and the last thing he saw was a blurry image of a person running toward him and shouting words he was too far gone to decipher.
It was a death that didn't quite match with how he usually carried himself, not that he realized that.
That aside, he allowed the light to engulf him. He hated this part. Being changed into his vessel form was one of the worst parts of being a shinki, and there was no convincing him on that front.]