And Rhode appears in front of him, eyes blank, emotionless, the Sword of Exorcism driven through her as she chokes. The ring of crosses wind tightly around her as her crown of thorns disappears. Her ash gray skin becomes tan and blood -- actual blood -- dribbles from the wound as she pitches forward.
Human.
And dead.
Just out of the corner of Tyki's eyes, Joyd -- in his full glory -- is lingering, just out of view, smirking almost maniacally as he views the scene. Blood. Death. The constant need to have more, the urgent screaming to satisfy bloodlust. The feeling is almost palpable in the air -- the feeling of satisfaction.
And while Rhode Kamelot lies human, dead, Joyd does not move to assist her.
Good, because she's going to be living in his room.
Human.
And dead.
Just out of the corner of Tyki's eyes, Joyd -- in his full glory -- is lingering, just out of view, smirking almost maniacally as he views the scene. Blood. Death. The constant need to have more, the urgent screaming to satisfy bloodlust. The feeling is almost palpable in the air -- the feeling of satisfaction.
And while Rhode Kamelot lies human, dead, Joyd does not move to assist her.