Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170724123808/@comment-25073873-20170824143237

"Yes, and I am the goddess of perfection that all of you worship. My will is the will all you mere gods follow, twat. Now, die like the dog you are, to feed your mistress with your flesh in her time of need. This is my command!" replied Amaryllis. She twisted her blade forward and pushed up, moving forward below Stendarr's spear.

Letting go of the sword with her right hand, which was clad in the golden gauntlet, Amaryllis reached for Stendarr's face and gripped his chin, as a reddish mist flowed of the hand, which glowed a bright pink...

Amaryllis was forcefully beginning to suck divine essence, from a god themself. Something no mortal was capable of doing, but she was.