Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150315212737/@comment-29458028-20150320024241

Raphael was still staring at the ceiling, kind of blankly, since he didn't have anything to do. He occasionally glanced at Erys to make sure she was asleep, but otherwise, he did nothing.

So many regrets ... for so many years he didn't know he had them.

Remillia was still laughing and tickling both Claude and Shasha when she suddenly had a nasty headache. Her vision started to black out as she was pulled into an astral plane or something similar.

Within it, she felt sober and serene. An armored figure stood a distance away, a pair of white wings behind him, emitting light. He looked rather like Raphael Fontaine, except younger.

"Very, very unbecoming behavior, mother. I have been watching you pretty long and suffices to say, my wife is correct on how disgusting you are. I have a warning for you, though. If you continue on said path, you will only face self destruction" said the man, emotionless and cold. He began to fade away, unsmiling.

"Astarael, wait! I will explain ... please!" said Remillia, as the light faded. She knew it was all in her head.

"No, goodbye. Heed my warning or ignore it" replied Astarael, as he vanished. The entire area turned black as night. All the warm light was gone, as Remila felt the cold darkness embrace her.

Remillia regained her consciousness and felt the alcohol purged from her body. She shook her head to clear it, then she curled up and began to cry...