Hark could feel it pour into him, the desires of the others. Bravery flowed through his cat/man thing form. His muscles bulged with sheer manliness. He could smell the enemies of his followers.
Mett panted, he had barely avoided death the night before. Fear and panic ran through his mind, he could think of nothing else. Suddenly Hark smashed into the ground before him, a massive claymore gleaming with the might of 1000 Manly souls all roaring with the manly roars of pure manly manhood. “I HARKOVAST THE BRAVE LEADER WILL SLAY YOU!” Feeling the desires of death to Mett, the sword smashed down, but Mett rolled to the side screaming. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” he shrieked “I've done nothing wrong!” Hark wasn't listening, he pulled his blade out of the stone wall, cobblestone collapsing around it. “They desire you dead, and dead you shall be!” Mett's eyes were big orbs of tears as Hark swung his blade down at him again, with a shriek Mett barely jumped out of the way. “HOLD STILL SO I CAN SLICE YOU IN TWINE!” The massive cat man swung the blade again, this time clipping of Mett's arm. Shrieks of sheer agony bellowed from his mouth. Their pitch high enough to make Hark's ears begin to bleed. “BE SILENT!” he roared, smashing the blade into Mett's side, sending his frail form into the cobblestone walls, the snapping of bones could be heard, as flesh was pierced by those that has broken. Mett quivered on the floor, blood oozing in between the cracks in the stone. His eyes stared up at Hark in absolute terror.
“DIE DEMON!” Hark's blade smashed down, slicing the terrified Mett clean through the shoulder, pain shot through his body. He screamed at the top of his lungs, begging, pleading for someone to help him. But no help came, Hark grit his teeth and took another swing, smashing the blade right through Mett's skull.
Mett the Coward has been slain.
Suddenly Hark felt another tingle through his massive catlike form. They wanted another dead, he looked at the butchered form of Mettuar, a grim expression upon his face. “Cowards deserve to die.” he growled before turning to face the source of the desires. Sprinting off he cut across a tunnel where steam had been coming from a Room, he heard Jay's voice, but paid no heed, bolting forward he jumped over a crevice that had blocked his way, landing hard in a field of blood red roses.“…What the hell?” he muttered as the roses began to grin at him, crooked smiles full of rows of black pointed teeth. “GULLAS!” Hark roared, a blonde man was sitting in the flowers licking blood from his fingers. “AH! HARK! I was just finishing chopping up Same and Roku! Really my butcher shop is going to make millions! It really is!”
“You sick bastard!” Hark roared, Gullas gave him a red eyed glare. “Oh? Is that so? Says the man with little sense.”
‘I have plenty of sense! I just, don’t use it.“
”Clearly.“ Gullas sighed, ”I suppose you're here to kill me? I can hear their voices, the strong desire of wanting me dead..“ Gullas's eyes narrowed. ”Traitorous dogs… I'll kill them. I'LL KILL THEM ALL! BUT BEFORE THAT I'LL KILL YOU!“ Gullas shot forward, his eyes bright red, hatred emanating from his very being. Hark readied his blade, bravery flowed through it. ”FOR HARKOVAST!“
”Egotistical!“ Gullas roared pulling out two cleavers, he sliced at Hark, who barely avoided the first swing, the second one however cleaved into his right arm. ”YOU BASTARD!“ he roared grabbing Gullas by the throat, his cat claws sinking into his throat. He smashed him against the ground, Gullas broke out laughing, growing louder with every smash of his head against the dirt. Suddenly Hark felt a burning feeling in his cut, Gullas had rammed impaled him with a red rose, it grinned savagely as the stem began to wrap around him. Thorns dug into his flesh, Hark roared out in rage. His manliness began to burn inside of him. ”I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED BY SUCH A FEMININE TACTIC!" Flames began to eminate from his blade, the physical embodiment of true manliness. Roses began to burn away from his form, Gullas's eyes went wide, right before a seering hot peice of steel pierced his throat and cut him in half. Crimson splattered Hark's form, he struck a manly pose.
Gullas the Insane has been slain.
Elsewhere, the victim fell to the ground, a vision appeared in their head, it offered to help, but suddenly black chains wrapped around it, chaining it down.
“Nobody can help you! You are mine! Your mind is mine! GIVE IN!” the voice pounded in their head, no matter how hard they tried to fight they couldn't, blood began to trickle from their mouth, then they broke into a full out fit of laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” insanity grasped their mind, tugging it into the abyss. Clawing at their face, their close, struggling to hold onto what sanity remained, but it was no use, the chained figure could only watch in agony as the world was torn away from them. Their minds filling with nothing but hatred, a burning desire to kill everyone.
Someone was paralyzed with uncontrollable fear.
The dark melody has claimed it's first victim.
Night 2 Begins