[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=6644ff]Jack Hawthorne[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1071511694637006920/1107753925676900392/20230515_153755_0000.png?width=1111&height=625[/img][hr][b][color=6644ff]Location:[/color][/b] The Sanctum Sanctorum
[b][color=6644ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Magic Expertise, Magic Combat
[b][color=6644ff]Spells:[/color][/b] Shadow Arm
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Jack listened closely to the story that Runa told. She had seen much destruction in her life, and more death than a person should have experienced. The tale of Ragnarok, the Twilight of the Gods, was a grim and inescapable one. Anyone would yearn for a way to break the cycle of existence, to transcend the limitations of the mortal form, and render suffering nonexistent when they were pushed far enough. Jack would have been lying to himself if he said he wasn't sympathetic to Runa's plight. 

He himself understood that nothing in the bounds of creation would last forever. Everything came and went, and it all laid the ground that the next moment would tread upon. Life was fleeting, but to cut it shorter saved no one. How many would die before the world was saved? What death toll outweighed eternal salvation? Life was temporary, and to some it was never long enough, but that very reason gave it meaning.

Humanity didn't deserve to pay the price for her idea.

[color=6644ff]"If you refuse to see reason..."[/color]

His left hand, a construct of darkness, stretched out across the room like the arm of a kraken as he gripped her by the neck. His grip was strong as steel, and for a moment he wished she weren't blind, so he could give her the kindness of looking her in the eyes as he did this.

[color=6644ff]"Dominions. The very thing Witchfire works toward right now, and you expect us to accept this? Our world is in danger, and you want us to let humanity die on the pyre for your scheme. I hope that you can find peace in the next life, Runa. You deserve it more than most..."[/color]

[i]SNAP.[/i]

Her neck was snapped, and her body fell limp. His arm reeled back, but Jack did not feel the power of the Sorcerer Supreme flow from her to him.

He watched her body fume and writhe on the ground as it [i]refused[/i] to die. Her corpse stood up, and she [i]laughed[/i] at Jack. As if the implication that she could be killed by him was a comical one. Jack was surprised, but he wasn't caught off guard. Magic was a window into countless possibilities, the least of which was an unkillable witch.

[color=6644ff]"...You,"[/color] His eyes narrowed at her, [color=6644ff]"Are full of surprises, aren't you? An unkillable Asgardian, who survived Ragnarok. They called you [i]Gullveig[/i] in another time, didn't they?"[/color] He asked, amused in a grim way.

[color=6644ff]"Fine, then we shall do this the [i]hard[/i] way."[/color]


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Jack would like to roll a check to recall if there is a way to prevent someone like Runa from rising again. To make her stay dead. Supernatural lore plz
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