*Q appears out of literally nowhere in front of the terrified girl, tentacles writhing and ready to attack*
I͏f͟ yoư ̷h̛ave ćome ͜to ̧fe̴ed̀ ̧ỳo̸ur m͝a͢s̸o̡c̵his̴ti͟c ̛d̶e̡sir̀es, ̀y̸oú wil͟l ̛n͏ot ̀l̛eave͟ her̛e ̵a͏liv̡ȩ.
̢My ̧p͟àt̡i͢e̶n̶c̶e wi̸t̷h yo҉u̡ is gro͞w͝ín̶g҉ ex̀trem͟el͢y̡ ̶t͘h҉in͟, m͡or͏ta̡l.
*Q pulls his tentacle away quite quickly*
I̡ ̕und̨erst̕a͝ńd t̶h͜a̶t y̡o͏u̡ a͢re e͞xc͜i̵t̕ed t̨o m͡e͏et ҉me͜, b̴u͠t ͠do̧ ̨nǫt to͞uc̡h me͢.
I ̧am̕ co͟m͟p̀let͠el͠y̧ c̕o͏lor͡bl͏ińd. ̀My̨ ͡w͝or̛ld ḑwell̨s ͡in͢ ̛b́la̛cḱ an҉d ̛white̷.̵ ̡ ͢So th̀o̢se,͜ I͠ s̵u̢p͢p̀os̴e.
As Jack was closing the gap he barely heard what the shadow was saying to him. He felt strange. Like he was watching himself move and act from a third person perspective. His body had an aura of red energy that felt almost evil. If you looked closely enough there there was a blue light outlining his body beneath the crimson flowing off of him in waves. He spoke and his voice sounded double over like someone possessed, possessed by not just a demon.
“You wanted this child snatcher! You wanted to examine me! Well here I am! I know what you are now and I know how you work! I do not fear you fear monger!”
He slams his sickles together and the auras fuse over them making a new purple hue that seemed to emit death. The sickles lock together and create a full length scythe taller than he was.
Q stopped completely as he watched Jack, his tentacles now stopping as he devoted his complete attention to his transformation. He could see these intermingling auras, and how they gave two very different energies. One was dark, sadistic, yet not evil. The other divine, muffled, yet not pure. This was unlike anything that Q had ever witnessed in his entire time alive. And he loved every minute of it.
But as soon as he heard Jack’s new voice, and witnessed his sickles fuse and transform into a scythe, something clicked in the back of Q’s mind. It all came together, like a familiar puzzle with different art adorning it. That was it. He knew that voice. He knew that scythe. That particular scythe was legendary to those who knew it.
Q came to a screeching halt. There was no more that needed done here. He had gotten what he wanted.
“N̴ow̸ I͠ ͠kņo̧w͡ ͟w͠hò ͘you҉ áre.
A͜ ̶fam̀iliąr ̶being͏ ̛ẃit̨h a̢n͏ ̴u̡n̛f̧a͏m͏i̸li҉a͡r͝ f͢ac̀e͠.
I̛t̕ ̸h̨as ̢b̀ee͠n ҉á ̡wh̨i͝l҉e͝.”
Jack was screaming at himself from inside his head. As if watching a movie unfold he couldn’t believe his eyes. At least this answered one thing; he wasn’t human.Then everything happened at once. Mid sprint he watched himself leap into the air only to blink out of sight at the peak of his jump. Then, not even a heartbeat later he reappeared behind his foe and swung the massive scythe with unworldly force towards the middle of the shadows’ back, hoping to skewer him on his reapers blade.
Jack didn’t remember seeing if the blow landed only that a second later he was back in his body holding the scythe, fatigue suddenly engulfed him and he fought to stay on his on two feet. He mustered the strength to look towards the blade and see whether or not he struck home.
It only took a quick second. Between the time that it had taken Q to utter his words, Jack’s overwhelming power had caught up to him. With the force of a freight train, his scythe had slammed into Q’s back, lifting him up off of the ground and skewering him straight through the torso, Jack’s blade so unceremoniously jutting through Q’s chest. A sound of pain was heard, a mixture of a growl and a stifled yelp.
Q spoke again, but this time…a chuckle.
“Y̧ou..͟.h̶av̴e i̡mpr͞e͠s͏s̶ȩd me,̛ ̛hu͡nt͡er.͢
͠I͡ ͏sh͞o͠u̶l͞d ̴n̛ót̀ be surpri͟s̀e̴d̡, h̸owev̡er.
Y̸o̷u have͜ ̡h̷u̸n̶t̷ed͏ ̀ànd ͏sl͟au̸ghtere̸d t͡hos̴ȩ w͠ho ͞s̸ta̶n̨d ̡in҉ yơu҉r̨ ҉wa͞y̛ y̡our̡ ͢e̢n̷t͢ire l̡if̕e̶.”
Q’s body then melted into a semisolid substance, and dripped off of Jack’s weapon, pooling into a black ichor in front of him. The puddled mass slithered its way away from Jack, and sloppily reformed itself into a faceless mass. All of the sounds of battle stopped; the sounds of screaming, the fog, the lowered temperature. They all ceased, and returned to normal. Even Q’s tentacles had completely retracted. He had gotten what he wanted, and his curiosity was satisfied.
“I ́e͜xp͞ec͞t g̶r͠eat t͡hi̛ng̶s fr͢o̵m͢ ́y͘ou, ̀mor͝ta͟l҉.̵
̶B͡e̶ ͏i̴t ţh͜r͠ou̡gh le̢ge̴nd̵ar̕y s͜ąc͡r͡if̵ice̵ ̢o̕r terr͟ib̀le dés͏tr͡uc̡ti̧òn҉, I͝ ͜e͞x͢p̷ec͡t̀ ̛yơur͜ name̢ ͢t͞o͡ ͏b͏e̡ ҉c҉ąr̸ved͢ i͡nt̸o h̨isto͠ry.̧
͘I͜ sháll ͡co͏nt̸i̸n̴u̢e͏ ̴to m̢o̸n͏it͢or͘ you̸r͝ ̶pr͏o̵g͟res̶s̀.̸
D̷o̶ not d͢is̴a͘p͡point҉ me͘.҉”
Reality snapped and bent. Matter distorted and warped.
The grotesque mass of dark power ceased to exist.
Jack was left to explore his new powers alone.
Nothing had happened.
(I’ve been hella busy lately with classes starting back up again. I’ll reply today if I can!)
(>//u//< Thank you wonderful anon.)
(:D Aww yiss I have awesome people following me)
be as ridiculous as you want
(Do it, please? This will be fun.)
This has to happen like…. now.
(This should be SO FUN)
*drips water, an infuriated look on the cat’s face*
*after a minute or so, the cat returns absolutely covered in blood and viscera*
*stares unamused at the grey mage*
*looks down at the dish, and then back up at the greyface*
*tentacles spawn from the small cat’s back*
*is rubbed up against, and shows no emotion*
(Iz a secret. :3c)