Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29710190-20170110224642/@comment-26120744-20170112025458

The gurglins burst apart at the portals closed.

"Perhaps I shall let you too recover." Isaac said. "As for reasoning.... I've always been a demon, I know that. The drawings all over my walls make it evident. But I did slay the Beast, in his true form, and I did conquer two Angels of Heaven. Not to mention the countless other monsters. And you know what? It was all in my mind. All the while I lay in the chest, slowly suffocating. I should be dead. In fact my bones only regrew flesh just a moment ago. And considering my life has been hell because of God, either in his work or in his apathy, I desired to put my strengths to good use. If I could kill Angels, and if I could kill the devil himself, who should I fear and bow to? No one. Instead I shall be feared and bowed to. I shall unmake all of God's works! This I swore long ago, my oath consecrated in sacrificial blood!"

Isaac reached into the chest and pulled out a head. His mother's decapitated head. He threw it to the ground.

"I tried to absolve myself for my sins, but my own mind concieved of demons and monsters to haunt me. A man is his mind's contents, and since I descended ever deeper, from the basement to the Void, into madness, I can only conclude that the monsters and devils I faced were a reflection of my own destiny. The legions I had created in thought and whimsey, I shall bring into reality. Now if you'll excuse me, undoing all the works of the Almighty and unleashing a thousand Plagues upon the land is an all-time job and I must be off. Until then."

Isaac formed a cannonball position, still smiling as he always had been, and similar to how he smiled in ending 16, and dived into the chest. The chest closed, and dissappeared as it was engulfed in hellfire.