Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170617000931/@comment-24685738-20170618201203

Miss Ellie raised a hand, stopping the bolt with some sort of telekinesis a few inches from her face, having reacted just quickly enough to save herself. One did not become the High Priestess of a Cult without skills, and one couldn't survive having twelve children without having quick reflexes.

Her once jovial face looked down on Robin, Rhaela, and Meilir with hate embroiled in every fiber of her being.

Without even looking down, she drove her knife down into Gwenna's stomach, slicing upwards so that there was a large, red gash from waist to ribs. She held up her now bloodied hand, the handmaiden's blood dripping down to stain the white sleeves of her robe.

"Blood of the Virgin!" She shrieked, a vicious glee on her face, and then many things happened at once.

Maia lunged forward with all her might, as quick as a panther despite her shaky legs, wrapping her hands around Miss Ellie's throat while she was distracted.

But it was too late.

The stones blocking the entrance flung outward like a massive explosion, crushing cultists and children, but the whole village was still too entranced by their glee to notice the deaths they had caused to their own people.

And out from the cave... Stepped the most beautiful creature that anyone had ever seen.

It appeared to be male, based on its build, but who could honestly tell with an Underground God. It was dressed in a black loincloth, which appeared to be made of stone, similar to the ceremonial blade. Its skin was so pale that you could see the blue veins underneath its skin, pulsing. Its hair was a similar white, very long, and it floated about like the creature was underwater. Its high cheekbones and large eyes gave it a dainty effect, although it stood nearly nine feet tall. The creature's eyes, however, were the most enticing thing, glowing gold, pupil-less, seeming to draw everything in.

The strangest thing, however, was that it had floated out of the cavern, standing straight up, the tips of its toes hovering a few inches above the grass.

When it landed, it was as if all the air went out of everyone's lungs, and some strange magic rooted them in place, leaving them unable to move, except for their eyes, or speak.

Even Maia and Miss Ellie were stopped, Maia's hands still wrapped around the woman's throat.

The Creature, probably what Miss Ellie had called "Our Lord Underground," moved forward, towards Gwenna, standing over her. Its long hand reached out and patted her hair, in an almost comforting manner, and it was as if a moment passed between them. They stared into each other's eyes, and it seemed like maybe the cultists had found some form of benevolent god to worship.

And then the creature drove its free hand into Gwenna's stomach, pulling her intestines from her body like bits of ribbon. It appeared as if its jaws unhinged, for its mouth opened impossibly wide as it devoured the girl's organs.

"Our Lord Underground" wiped its mouth, and its form flickered. Now, it was covered in the black stone in a fashion that made it seem like armor, with a crown around its forehead.

Kneel. The hissing voice emanated throughout the hill, inside everyone's minds, and people felt themselves compelled to kneel. Even men like Torbjorn or Taeris, iron-willed, found themselves forced to their knees by the indomitable will of the God.

Images flashed through their minds, rapid-fire. Creatures that looked like the God, if slightly smaller, bursting through a cavern, into the dim twilight of an eclipse. Towns burning to ash beneath their boots. An army of the creatures, an entire sea of what could have been millions of them, clashing with humans. Men, women, and children tearing each other apart, in a blood frenzy. A Dragon falling from the sky, consumed by the fire of something else.

The creature's eyes found Rhaela, Robin, and Meilir, and they got a special message, along with searing pain inside their heads. I come.

With that, the God stepped back into the mine, the stones flying into place just as the eclipse ended, the sun shining as it had before. But that, of course, would not be the end of the horror of the day, although they were all now freed from their invisible bonds.

All throughout the crowd, the daedric runes of the cultists began to shine through their clothes, blood red, hundreds of men and women and children throughout the hill.

And then they turned on each other, tearing each other to shreds in the blood frenzy that they had been shown only moments before. An animalistic rage had overtaken them, and screams of fury, pain, and hatred pierced the air.