Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32932951-20190821131249/@comment-27049835-20190828032636

The Seeker approaches Yharim, who still sits dormantly upon his throne. "Milord Yharim, I would-"

"No..." Yharim shakes his head. "I am not deserving of that title."

"Fine." The Seeker smiles. "Yharim. I would like to ask for your permission to perform a little....rite."

"You do not need my permission. Do as you please." Yharim stares straight ahead as the Seeker bows.

"Thank you, Yharim. I promise you that this won't be a waste." The Seeker smirked a bit while saying the last sentence. With that, she leaves the throne room and retires to Calamitas' former room. All she needed was the witch's cauldron; this spell required its use. She had felt the presence return, something that at first annoyed her.

Then she realized that she could use this.

She gathers every ingredient she desired from Calamitas' room, placing them into the cauldron. She carries the cauldron to the library, where one of the witch's spellbooks, dusty from its lack of use, sits, ready to be used once more. She fills the cauldron with lava and sets to work. First, she adds some Cores of Calamity, turning the lava into a crimson color. Next up are Divine Geodes, which change the crimson lava into more of a brown. Sickly. She adds in several chunks of Auric Ore. Its godly aura would help her with this spell. Finally, she places Calamitous Essences into the cauldron. Where the witch got these, even the Seeker did not know. The Calamitous Essence finally turns the lava pitch black. Reading from the spell book, the Seeker chants out a couple words, and the lava flies out of the cauldron, twisting itself around her, before it turns into mist and slowly flies out of a nearby window.

The mist finds its target stealthily. It enters the target's head through the right ear. The target is suddenly overwhelmed with pain, gripping her head as the mist takes its toll.

And suddenly, she isn't herself anymore.

The sheer force of the mist in her mind blew off her hood, revealing the target to be none other than the thought-to-be dead daughter of Yharim and Calamitas: Angela. Angela's eyes slowly fill with blackness, and she stops resisting. She lets herself be taken over by this mist. The mist warps her thinking, makes her think that she, as a servant of the Seeker, must find and eliminate Calamitas, at any cost.

Rage has taken control.