Shruikan: "Oh well. I'll just feast upon their souls. Where do you want me to send my troops? Your castle?"

cyrus: yes. that'll be fine

*100 thousand hollow knights teleport to the castle. They are well armored and have mighty weapons of war*
Shruikan: "Like them? I will be able to make more."

cyrus: these will do finely. would you like to go to the stockades now?

(I wanna join in this RP, but I don't have any characters to use in this situation. ) : : : :)

^(awww srry :( .....)

(It's okay. Maybe I could use my demon-ish pumpkin cat Kagome, or Red Moon Reaper as a humanoid demon. : : : : T)

Shruikan: "Yes."
*follows Cyrus*

( @shad: okie)
*Cyrus leads Shruikan down many spiraling and cr iss-crossing gold and silver staircases illuminated by glowing blue lights until they reach the stockades/dungeons* its a bit confusing to get down here...but it makes it harder for prisoners to escape. they often get lost and then d ie. the rest of the time they end up right back where they started *grimoire starts getting restless and starts drawing on the floor of shruikan's stomach with a dark magic infused permanent marker while whistling*

(Both of them are quiet and pretty emotionless. : : : : T Though I'm leaning more towards using Reaper.)

Shruikan: "Having fun vandalizing my stomach? I don't care. There is no escape. Ypu can teleport out or use portals or sigils. Just relax. I have a new stomach just for the prisoners... heheh...
I am enjoying your castle... It is quiet elegant. My homeworld was golden... I had a large mansion... my world was so beautiful, but now it lies in ashes. It was destroyed. The sun bursted later and the atmosphere disintegrated. Nothing grows in the ruins of my once mighty world. *sigh* That was a long time ago, though. It just sits at the back of my mind, though.
I don't care for ruling myself. I was once a Commander, but I was never a king. I don't want to rule. I could care less about power like that."

(DANGIT CYRUS WHY ARE YOU SO HOT?!?!)

( @shad: alright. do watcha want)
cyrus: would you like for your planet to be rebuilt? i have the power. and i sorta know what you mean about the ruling thing. i was born into a noble family and i had no plans for wanting to rule much of anything. but that changed when my mother went back to her own home world and i met grimoire personally...

(lol forgot grimoire ;_; ) *grimoire shrugs* im not trying to escape, im just having fun vandalizing what isnt mine *begins drawing a very direspectfully derpy picture of shruikan and cyrus with moustaches, monacles, and top hats*

Shruikan: "There is no way to restore it. It's like it's cursed. I've tried ever imaginable way, but it's pointless. Plus, I'm the last of my kind. Me and my siblings were the only ones to escape. My sibling rest inside of me. They do not want to exist in the universes anymore.
Haha... I don't care, Grimoire. You are wasting your time."

Cyrus: what type of remedies have you tried? angels, of the monstrous, not the heavenly kind, are said to have the power to restore anything. and im not a pure blood demon. im half of a monstrous angel.
Grimoire: so be it *draws Shruikan getting struck by lightening and something very vio lent happening to Cyrus*

(Hm. I think I'll be Reaper. I think I'd like her to be an as.sassin for Cyrus or something. Dunno.)

( @shad: k then)

Shruikan: "As I've said. I've tried everything. Leave it be, there is no real point in restoring my home anyways. No one will live there. The universe is locked away and in a dimensional rift. It's impossible to get to anymore anyways."
(he knows what grimoire is drawing. he doesn't care)

Reaper walked down the staircase, blood dripping from her scythe. She curtsied. "King Cyrus, I have slaughtered the demon you requested." Her emotionless voice lifted at the word 'slaughtered'.

Cyrus: thank you Reaper for now i have no other jobs for you. *Cyrus pushes the large ornate door of the room with all the war prisoners in it open and steps aside* take your pick Shruikan
*grimoire throws his pen down furiously*
(grimoire knows that he doesnt care and isnt happy about it.
ehhh...my fuzzy kitties are making it hard to type :/ )

Shruikan: "mmm..." *walks inside*
Shruikan: "Now who to devour first...?" >:p *licks lips sinisterly*

*Reaper curtsies again (even though she's not wearing a dress, she hates dresses) and exits*

*Cyrus follows him with his hands behind his back and humming quietly* *grimoire trys finding a way to entertain himself*

*Shruikan shape-shifts into a massive many-headed hydra. He snakes his heads into the cells and devours the prisoners with ease. They slip down into his new stomach, not the smaller one holding Grimoire. He finishes them all off, then turns to Cyrus*
Shruikan, still as a hydra: "I need suits of armour now, to make your new soldiers."
*the prisoners scream with terror inside of Shruikan*

Cyrus: not a problem. *smiles* this way *leaves the stockades and goes to the armory*
Grimoire: *eventually curls up on the floor of Shruikan's stomach and goes to sleep*

*Shruikan's talons clack on the floor as he follows Cyrus*
[we need a new pic. this one is getting full]

*Cyrus opens the door to the armory*
(mkay)

*he goes inside*
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