Later, she would recall it as if time itself had slowed down. A peculiar thing, really; she could have teleported out at any moment, and she had certainly been in more near-death situations working for the wretched possessors of the Demon Crown -- and, in some cases, ACTUAL death -- than this one. But somehow, she found herself unable to move as the beam descended...
...and a strangely familiar voice echoed. I am thou...
The beam falls closer.
...Thou art I...
"...I... will... not... be stopped HERE!"
Her hand flings out, and a larger presence intercepts the beam. A strange-looking man, by all accounts, with orange skin, and what seems to be a congenial smile on his face, his eyes closed. Then his eyes open, and the glint of madness is readily apparent.
The beam is flung far away, seemingly disregarding any bystanders. Whether this is Misery's desire herself or not is hard to say; she seems to be rather in a state of shock, actually.
She whispers something, almost inaudibly. "...Uncle?"
I am thou...
...and a strangely familiar voice echoed. I am thou...
The beam falls closer.
...Thou art I...
"...I... will... not... be stopped HERE!"
Her hand flings out, and a larger presence intercepts the beam. A strange-looking man, by all accounts, with orange skin, and what seems to be a congenial smile on his face, his eyes closed. Then his eyes open, and the glint of madness is readily apparent.
The beam is flung far away, seemingly disregarding any bystanders. Whether this is Misery's desire herself or not is hard to say; she seems to be rather in a state of shock, actually.
She whispers something, almost inaudibly. "...Uncle?"