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[@Cu Chulainn][/center]

He bristled as the man with the dumb glasses laughed, pacing back and forth as he tested the limits of his boundary. Conceptual river huh? Smart, very smart. He vaguely noted how dry these lands were, likely the doing of a Servant. [b]FUJIMURA[/b] had dropped the Ghoul on the ground, he thought about ordering it to break its bonds and attack for a moment before shaking his head. Pointless, if it could break out it would have done so by now. He also thought about destroying the Ghoul right now, but there was no point. Now was the time to wait and see.

[color=darkorange]"... Oh, wait! I got it! Alright, boys, like we talked about earlier, if he turned out to be faster than me! Let's go!"[/color]

Oh great, they have their own little song and dance. He watched the ritual with disinterest, rolling his eyes under the hood as stomped on the ground like a group of apes attempting to scare off another group of apes. [color=red]"Are we really doing this? While this is very funny, I do have better things to do with my night. I don't exactly have a lot of time in the day to do things."[/color]

[color=darkorange]"Let's go! Three... two... one..."[/color]

Alright, we're doing this. The Cursed Apostle crossed his arms and stared at [b]FUJIMURA[/b], waiting for the big magic attack to annihilate him in one blast, inevitably wasting all their magic energy so he could just dodge it and then get to work on the talismans around him. What he did not expect was for them to all yell in sync.

[center][color=darkorange][b]"Freeze, Monster! Stay where you are!"[/b][/color][/center]

He felt his entire body seize, forced to watch [b]FUJIMURA[/b] as he leapt towards the Cursed Apostle with hand outstretched. Oh good, the idiot had decided to come into the tiger cage. He stared at [b]FUJIMURA[/b] wth arms crossed, waiting for the last possible second to kill the fool yakuza. His eyes glowed within the bounds of his hood, lighting his face up for but a brief moment to reveal a very distinctive feature. [url=https://i.imgur.com/rayStrN.jpg]A very unique set of glasses.[/url]

Hate. The energy that pierced [b]FUJIMURA's[/b] chest could only be described as hate made tangible, hate for everything that [b]FUJIMURA[/b] was. It was a curse that was not a curse, the power of Mystic Eyes refracted endlessly until it became a tangible force of hate. The force behind the blast was enough to throw [b]FUJIMURA[/b] onto the ground, leaving him to writhe in pain as the Cursed Apostle smiled victoriously. It would drain [b]FUJIMURA[/b] of his life, his Od, his very being. There was no escape, he merely stared at [b]FUJIMURA[/b] until he died. 

[color=red]"You can blame your friend for this. Were it not for him, I would have never become this. I just wanted to talk. He never told you that though did he, he probably never even mentioned that to you. I was just another that he decided to punish."[/color] The Cursed Apostle strained his muscles, attempting to regain control of his body in case [b]FUJIMURA[/b] somehow powered through this beam of [color=red]hate[/color].

But [b]FUJIMURA[/b] would likely be on death's door by now, the power of Mystic Eyes of Draining enhanced by Mystic Eye Refractors was no joke. Especially at such close range, he would likely struggle to even think coherent thoughts as his body was killed by [color=red]hate[/color] incarnate.

With what little movement he could muster the Cursed Apostle shook his hood off and revealed his face to [b]FUJIMURA[/b] and his men, making sure the last thing he ever saw was the face of the man who killed him. [color=red]"When you go to whatever barbaric afterlife you backwoods Magus believe in, let your god know that ■■■■■■■■■■■■ sent you there."[/color] Whenever their leader died, the Cursed Apostle would stare at the next yakuza member, his smile filled with bloodlust. [color=red]"Now then. Who's next?"[/color]