Snippet #1700817

The Devil Kishin Aro von Friedhof

As the screams died down and the hell hounds continued to gnaw on the souls of the people inside the church he led Jorma down the aisle holding her hand in his as of they were a soon to be husband and wife on their way to the altar. He hummed Beethoven's 5th composition, the moonlight sonata. When the reached the pulpit a black liquid snaked from under his coat covering him and Jorma completely and melted into the carpet. A few floors beneath the pulpit in a stone built passageway several feet underground the black liquid dripped from the ceiling. The individuals puddles expanded spread until they were one huge one which blew into a large bubble that shrunk into the forms of Jorma and Aro von Friedhof.

"Jorma...When I was only a student at the DWMA. I heard a story. A story of Jorma Yole and Baltor the Naginata. It was about your companionship and merciless feeding. It was about how you let your hunger turn you into monsters." He smiled crookedly as he led her down the passage way. "But your half of the stroy stole my heart. You much like myself are a scientist at heart. You've destroyed to create and I don't believe for a second that you becoming a Kishin is was an accident. Minds like ours have a thirst for knowledge. A thirst to create. We are the true artist." They reached the end of the passage and began to descend a stairwell which was also made of stone. "To create we need more power and below us is the key to that power. The emblem of Darkness. One of ten...."