Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141102124827/@comment-32663439-20141106082934

Vorwith sighed. He had a sociopath on his hands. "I care not for or about my appearance. I don't care for people anyway. I don't plan on killing you. You're part of my ritual. Your life force is not in any real danger for the time being. And while I have not had any moments in my life that mortals and lesser immortals seem to enjoy, I find ways to entertain myself. Those ways mostly encompass constant experimentation of many kinds. Like watching your lover snap. Literally." A magickal projection appeared on the table of Vauban being snapped in half. Vorwith knew that Illyana knew it was fake, but the imagery was pleasantly gruesome all the same. It showed many gruesome things happening to the fake Vauban's body. Vorwith loved watching his eyes be popped out of his head or his face hacked off. "...This is what I find entertainment in." He didn't even care about the effect the imagery was having on Illyana, Vorwith himself liked the show. As Vauban's genetalia was cut off in another projection, he looked over to the girl.