I know what you are. He doesn't know, but I do. [In the dark of the closet, the yellow eyes of the Shadow are faintly luminous. Which only serves to give away his location in the back corner. His sword is drawn, but it's a futile last stand. He stabs wildly as he gets grabbed, and whether he makes contact or not, the end is inevitable.]
BALTHA-- [A yell of reproach and horror gets cut off by the Leviathan's teeth.
Well. At least it was quick, right?
Outside, the real angel cringes and retreats several steps, rattled.]
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BALTHA-- [A yell of reproach and horror gets cut off by the Leviathan's teeth.
Well. At least it was quick, right?
Outside, the real angel cringes and retreats several steps, rattled.]