“I’m not interested in entertaining this little back and forth. Just tell us what we want to know! Tell us about Alisa!” The guard barked out, any sense of subtly or finesse that may have been usable to coax information out of Vyra being completely abandoned in favor of pure intimidation. Vyra was taken aback, not just by the demand but also the manner and tone that the guard used, his ‘request’ no different than that of a grown man yelling at the top of their lungs towards a toddler.
“Ain’t gonna get no info out that way,” the other guard said with a twang in his voice.
“Gotta do it like this, now watch here,” he casually remarked as he grabbed hold of the back of Vyra’s head, wrapping a large quantity of hair and pulling it, lifting Vyra right up from her chair, at the same time causing her to cry out in pain.
“What are you doing!?” the redheaded woman cried out, equally disgusted by their behavior as she was fearful for Vyra’s well-being. Undoubtedly some part of her feared what stood to happen, if Vyra were to unleash her Magic. Though it was never considered initially, they had set themselves up in a potential death trap should things get out of hand, and that was the only logical step that this could go if this were any indication.
“Just doin’ ya job missy. Getting some much needed info out of this girlie,” the guard with the twang remarked, laughing as he gently yanked at Vyra’s hair again. Not quite as rough as he had earlier, but still enough that the Demi-Human felt it and whined accordingly.
The other guard let out a chuckle as well at the girl’s expense, leaning down slightly to catch a glance at Vyra’s face. Seeing the tears trailing down her cheeks, he could not help but look to his fellow guard with a wicked sheen in his eyes.
“Seems you’ve got a knack for this. But do be a little careful; I don’t want that freak in the cell to see anything too apparent. Made a promise after all.”The hidden code within their words seemed only to be understood by the two of them, the redheaded woman continuing to protest the treatment of Vyra while she endured the abuse thrown at her. At some point, the guard finally released his grip of her hair to the great relief of Vyra, but it did little for her cumulative suffering.
It was only about to get worse.
Nearly immediately, Vyra felt her throat get tight, the guard whom had previously gripped her hair now having his hands wrapped around her throat. She could feel his grip get tighter and tighter, then release and loosen, only to get tighter again.
“Stop! You’re going to ruin everything!” the redhead plead, more for her own safety than that of Vyra’s.
“If you don’t stop, Aegir will kill us all!”“What are you talking about? There aren’t any marks, see?” The guard who simply enjoyed the show said with a sick level of sadism in his voice as the other guard released his hands entirely from Vyra, only to pull the Demi-Human’s hair that may have covered the neck, revealing barely even the faintest of hand marks upon the skin.
“Go again.”The tightness began again and Vyra began to cry out, struggling to breath as the guard’s grip had become so much worse than it was before. Having seen little evidence of their rough play, immediately the two had become all the more emboldened in their efforts.
Vyra tried to fight back, pulling as hard as she could, but her fatigued and deprived frame could do little against that of the well-trained and physically more dominant guard’s grip. Desperate, she started to cry out, yelling something that was not quite clear but seemed to draw the attention of everyone within the room. Curious perhaps more than anything, the guard released his grip, but Vyra did not stop, continuing to wail out as the black clouds began to form.
“What!? What is that!?” One of the guards yelled out in panic, feeling the blackish fog begin to cloud through the room.
“That! That is what I tried to warn you!” the redhead bellowed out as she ran towards the door, desperately trying to open it, knowing what was to come.
But the black cloud was already there waiting for her.
She cried out, desperately clawing at the metal door, the strength required to open the door utterly disappearing from her as she started to slump down against the frame. In mere moments, her form was identical to that of the two guards who moments earlier were abusing Vyra, now just lifeless corpses arranged upon the ground.
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- Spells [2400/2600]
Name: Black Death
Rank: A
Mana Cost: 200
Requirements: Living Plague; Debuff (Offensive); Mana Burn (Offensive)
Type: Offensive
Element: Darkness
Range: 20 Meters
Cooldown: 4 Post
Duration: Instant
Effect: Vyra lets out an incoherent scream, causing a Magic Seal to form beneath her. Her skin will then begin to violently fume a deathly blackish-fog that forms around and outwards from her, covering the area around Vyra, encompassing an area of 8 meters just beyond her immediate person for as long as she sustains the spell. While thick in nature, the fog does not impede sight, but instead causes all those within it to suffer a feeling of lifelessness enter upon them, suffering A-Rank damage within the fog or otherwise upon entering it, as well as suffering an A-Rank debuff to their Constitution attribute for one post.