Arianne regretfully packs away her skiing gear, knowing that she will not see snow again for at least another five years, or however long it takes to commandeer another holiday.
Then she turns to the Priest.
Standing, she smiles. Her expression is malicious amusement, anger and dark power combined. There too is joy; a fierce delight in battle and a taste for pain.
"You wish that?" she asks. "You challenge me, little mortal?" One pale, pale hand rises; the lights falter as darkness gathers. "Here, then, is the reward for your brashness!"
Words twist on her tongue, a language harsh and dead and complex. The portal, its energies already bound to her will, swirls. She manipulates them as easily as she had once before. Light flares. But it is a sickly, unnatural light that provides no illumination and renders all into ghastly shadows. The bar seems deadened of sound.
The light returns to normal.
The web of dark energy that catches the Priest is nowhere near as gentle as that which had drawn LifeKnight in. It is fire burning, an icy blade twisting in his gut, a thousand tiny hooks grasping at his soul. It is agony such as he has never felt before. The vampire's black gaze never loses its intensity as she watches her handiwork. Before he can draw breath to scream, the Priest is thrown violently through the portal and into the Dimension he had specified.
(ooc) You know how long it took me to find that post again?
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