[locked to Salazar and Kilroy... and Thorn if he wants]

[gremlinctrouble]

The past few nights within the Trüble Estate had been anything but cheerful. Death loomed over the rooftop and breathed down Anna's neck like a furnace beckoning to the cold. The stormy clouds beating down over Paris made the night air chilled and heartless. Every breath was like swallowing an ice cube and getting it lodged in your throat. Even the

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[8th_castellan]

*Salazar quietly entered the mansion, taking a moment to sadly scan the state of decay, chill and neglect the building seemed to have fallen under in these past few days. What would happen to this place after Anna was-...?

Forcing such details from his thoughts right now, he instead tightened his grip on the shining blade in his hand, the red gem in the pommel of said sword glinting in the failing light.

Before he had departed from his previous, extended visit last time, she had tearfully instructed him as to where he would find her when this day came. He knew he would have to hurry. Anna was waiting.

Steeling himself for the task that was now, after so much dread, at hand, Salazar made his way to the Truble mansion's basement....*

[jackandkill]

Kilroy shifts his weight, opening up his palm to reveal the silvery thread once more. His eyes linger on it, over the small frays and the bend towards the end. Her thread was knotted and tattered, showing recent signs of stress and wear. The thread itself was long, far longer than any normal human's should be.

"I'm Fate. This is Anna's thread."

[name_of_thorn]

((Bloody... won't show up on the page no matter how I reload, but it shows up in email. Hrm. >:-/))

"Ye're...??" *This catches Thorn's attention enough to make him look fully back at the man. He studies the silver thread, reaching out hesitantly with what little senses for magic he has. He wants to deny what his senses tell him, wants to deny that this is bigger than anything he knows himself capable of handling. His frown deepens and his voice grows harsh as he turns back to Anna.* "I don't believe in fate."

[jackandkill]

The man sighs softly stepped carefully forward with arms up to display nothing but the string lay in his hands. He wasn't a threat, not unless he was pushed. Kilroy eased closer to Thorn, hoping to work it so Thorn would leave dangers path.

"It's fine. Many people don't. I didn't beleive in it, myself, until I was hired."

((ANNA'S MUN CAN MOVE HER ASS ANY TIME SHE LIKES, Y'KNOW. *hinthint Anna-mun*))

[name_of_thorn]

*He lowers the crossbow slowly, realizing the other man is unarmed.* "So ye're not... really fate, ye just work for it... Can't ye change things? Make 'er all right?" *He is frowning still, struggling to keep his anger in check. There is a rage brewing under the surface there that has to do with more than just Anna.*

((She may be offline... I'm going out for a bit myself, will be back asap, and I can be on later this evening.))

[8th_castellan]

*Salazar, growing restless from having to put off his grisly burden much longer, took a step towards the leper barring his path.*

Thorn, there is nothing that can be done. Everyone who could have done anything to save her has tried and nothing's worked. She's...fading from us. And a monster is taking her place.

*The castellan slowly brings up the deadly sword, pointing it at Thorn's chest.*

This is the only thing that can rectify what has become of our Anna. This is the only way to set her free now. If you become a hindrance in what I swore to her I would do, I will not hesitate in striking you down as well.

Step aside. Please.

[gremlinctrouble]

"Noamuth ulu l' oloth wund uns'aa, Usstan telanth l' tresk'rin asteren. Dos orn el wu'suul d' uns'aa, xor alus nindol tresk'ri orn tlu."

Anna's head lulled in its spot, the voice hissed out in a morbid twist of echoes and screams. Thousands of voices spoke with her, some screaming out nightmarish tales, others whimpering and crying from inner pain. Children. Men. Women. Lost souls. The woman coughed a harsh note, black acidic slime slapping tot he floor with a hiss, eating away the stone. Whimpers softly cried out between her calling of the lost souls. Annek was stirring...

((WELL IF MAYBE YOU'D FINISH WASHING THE POT LIKE I ASKED DINNER WOULD HAVE BEEN FINISHED. H0r. *gloms on D like a wench in heat*))

[jackandkill]

((HAHA. I remember that. She so needed to be pushed in the horse water bucket thing... THANK YOU FOR DINNER ANNA-MUN EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE SITTING ACROSS THE ROOM FROM ME.))

Attention snapped to Anna like white on rice. She was speaking Drow. Drow with creepy voices attatched. Not good. Kilroy eased forward still, a hand waving away Salazar's sword. He didn't dare flail near the red gem. That would be even more not good.

"Thorn. She's going to die either way. The other way is just... with that evil being using her body. Anna will cease to be. She will no longer smile or laugh or tease you or ask you to do things for her... She's just... be lost... Like them."

[8th_castellan]

*Salazar watched Anna with increasing saddness. He couldn't bear seeing her reduced to such a monsterous fate. Was this really the same woman that he had laughed with, embraced warmly, kissed softly and shared a bed with mere days ago?

He could take it no longer. If he waited another minute, he would most certainly loose his nerve. He had to do it. He had to free Anna from her suffering.

After dreading this moment for so long, it was finally here.

Salazar's gaze snapped up at the man next to him and he nodded once in Thorn's direction, a hands-free method of pointing out the leper.*

We can't wait any more. Remove him. Now.

[jackandkill]

Kilroy was one step ahead of Ramon. A step, large enough to bring ends of a football feild together, now shared through time and space itself to put himself right behind Thorn. God-like powers AND a dental plan. Arms took around Thorn's upperbody, Kil's arms working bind Thorns own to him. Staggering steps fished the two away enough for Ramon to move past. Ramon could deal with Anna. Kilroy would have his hands full with Thorn. At least it was a decent distraction for both of them.

[name_of_thorn]

*Thorn lets out a soft, wordless cry and flails, dropping the crossbow in favour of scratching and kicking at his captor. For a small man, he puts up a very good fight. He struggles to reach one of the daggers on his belt, his gaze turning to the narrowing space between Anna and Ramon, but after a moment his struggles grow weaker, more a form of protest than a true attempt to get free. He understands, and accepts their words as true, but that doesn't mean he has to like it.* "Miss Trüble..."

[8th_castellan]

*Nodding in appreciation to the other man as he took Thorn aside, Salazar stepped up closer to Anna, making sure to stay out of the range the chains would allow her to lunge. Just in case. He was thinking of that man's arm in paticular while he took this precaution.

He looked up at Anna, swathed in chains, hanging limply from her bonds, murmuring in demonic voices. A tightening feeling began to build in his chest the longer he observed her. Once again, he was to be deprived of a person who truely loved him. And now it was to be done by his own hands.

Overcome by sorrow, Salazar's arms went limp at his sides, his head hanging. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself not to cry.*

A-Anna...

Anna, I'm so sorry. Please, rest peacefully. P-Please...don't forget me.

Because I'll never forget you.*He remained looking down for a few moments longer, his eyes still shut firmly. But when they finally snapped open, they were no longer their regular yellow. Instead, they now were a deep, angry crimson

[name_of_thorn]

*Thorn's struggle ceases altogether as he watches Salazar. He worries at his lower lip, making the blisters there bleed, but does not look away from Anna. He does not even blink.*

[gremlinctrouble]

As a beam of red light, poised from the gem within the length of the sword, hit her gaze, anna let out a high pitched hiss. Annek screamed against the knowledge of this weapon. Anna's blood boiled beneath the skin as the possessee worked to make her react, to make her stop the blade. Echoing hisses worked up as the woman took in a harsh breath. Eyes lifted, their hue wavering from orange to bright green. Tears continued to pour down her face.

"Ramon.... Stop... Stop. Do not kill me... Ramon... I love you..."

[jackandkill]

"Gros nabia miso fria! RAMON! KILL HER!"

Kilroy snarled, easing Thorn away a bit more. His voice still lingered the trademark booming voice most gods tended to have. Eyes glinted at Anna's struggle to contain Annek, glaring at the green hue that washed over her eyes. She was fading and doing so fast.

"DO IT NOW!"

[8th_castellan]

*It took him holding the sword in both hands to quell the trembling he was causing the blade. A tense silence hung in the air for a few moments, the only things audible being Anna's chains clinking softly and Salazar's rapid breathing.

Don't think, his mind screamed at him frantically. Just do it. You've killed hundreds of humans. Just do it, don't think. You are no stranger to death. Don't think that it's An-

With a tortured scream, Salazar thrust the sword forward, aiming for the middle of her chest. His eyes squeezed shut when he felt the give of pierced flesh, the hot spatters of fresh blood on his face and running down onto his hands.

Don't think.*