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Things bled into reality by the very scenes the merchant offered to the mind, but perhaps the other male knew less about Relan then it had believed. The crashing of door splintering. The screams of innocent females. Their violation. Gray eyes widened against the gloom, shivers running cold fingers along the bone work beneath the flesh of the male. In the landscape of imagination the details stood out in stark contrast to the scene of woods that surrounded them, and oh how he loved this first movie that was played.

The worthless bitches screamed for their lives, while things that were not men tore at their flesh. Weeping cries asked for salvation as innards were shown to the dim light of the room. Gurgled moans as teeth sank into them and tore free large gobs of bloody meat. The pathetic nature of the prey, and the sheer power to which these freaks displayed did not bring fear.. no it brought excitement. Relans dried tongue lashed out across the dust covered lips, as if there were but a hint of the taste there. Muscles twitched with desire against the frame of bone, and even in the darkness of night, it was clear that the Rahnerat was entranced to the point of ignorance. The God was in that room, arms outstretched into the masses, and running claws against the flayed bodies of females. The God was there bathing amongst the hymn of torture, and with every fiber of being Relan desired to be there in that moment.

It was like a feast just out of reach, and oh how did stomach growl with hunger.

The second offering to the third eye was not as appealing to man, and while the images fluttered by, there was the occasional wince or cringe. Death was something Relan knew himself not immune to, but knowledge is not by any means acceptance. So voice was fought down remaining within capture of lungs, but admittedly there was a the brief growl of anger. Even as this horror placed before Relan had there been a sense of peace to hold onto, it steadied nerves with even breaths. For you see by these acts, the God would become a Martyr to religion. By this call, his children would rise and flood the world. Even if every last one of the disciples were to be slain in such uprising, they would still scar this world in His name. It had happened with other faiths, so why not this one? Defiant smile brought to the air a tale of arrogance, gaze boring into the Merchants hide.

" Is this all you can do? Offer pictures of things that might be? I'm almost dissapoi...."

Words fell away into a sound that was very un-deity-like, a mewl of despair. There then was the other Relan, powerless and tortured by the weaker sex. Covered in wounds and mocked, there then was the thing the Rahnerat feared most.
...no... the mind whispered
In the corner of a room that feeble reflection of Relan cowered as abuse rained down.
...No.... the mind begged
Like a slave with head bowed to a wife and her laughter.
...NO!... the mind roared

"Enough!"

Tendrils of liquid exploded from Relans frame, lapping at the darkness between the two, filling the night with the glow of a fallen star. The Unclean Light seemed tangible, moving like coils of smoke and weaving like the tails of serpents against the dim midnight. Gray eyes were set ablaze with rage, and body seized with tension that hardened features. Yet, somehow Relan managed to remain focused upon the apparition, that was the Merchant, and wait. Silent amongst this all was the bit of metal that had pulled from place in sleeve, and now glinted against the night like a dagger. A five inch long shard of armor, in left hand, was perched in a grip bound in frustration, and so tightly was it held that thin droplets of blood began to trace down its edge. Voice was shaken upon the insanity this ghost had placed upon the moment.

"What the hell do you want?"