[center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/83/f2/ab/83f2ab2db9709548f25456c8922630b3.jpg[/img][/center] [center] [h2]Klarion the Witch Boy[/h2][/center] [sub]Location: Salem woods, the devil's oak.[/sub][sub][right]Interaction: none[/right][/sub][sub] [i]Issue #1: The boy who sought chaos[/i][/sub][sub][right]notable mentions: The cult of blood(Massachusetts chapter)[/right][/sub] [hr] [quote] [i]Witching Hour Definition of the witching hour 1: the time late at night when the powers of a witch, magician, etc., are believed to be strongest[/i] [/quote] Somewhere in the thick secluded woods of Salem, right beneath the infamous hanging tree; A forgotten and sickening tradition takes place in the shade of the night's fog and darkness. [b]"Brothers, sisters, we are gathered here today as witnesses and at the same time represent our lord's hammer towards the wicked. What stands before you is a group of people that reeks of foul magic, They have committed a blasphemous act of using witchcraft in our state which is punishable by death and damnation, What says you, brethren? what's god's punishment towards these disgusting heathens!!?"[/b] A charismatic prophet exclaimed, facing and demanding an answer from the frantic crowd in front of him. His face was all red, His teeth seething with rage, and His eyes filled with malice, and was ready to deliver these sacrificial lambs as offering to their 'god'. [b]"Burn them, Burn them, Burn them!"[/b] The crowd repeatedly chanted in unison, empowering his cause. He smirks at the obvious yet inhumane response from his audience; All of them are wearing red cloaks and their faces are concealed by assorted hideous masks. They are the judge, the jury, and the executioner of this ritual and pretty much a cult in every sense of the word. [b]"The people have spoken! May God strike you dead for your wicked deeds."[/b] said the man clad in a red tunic. His torch flickers with cinders, spewing sparks of flames in the wind, matching his venomous words from every accusation he speaks to the so-called 'witches' held captive, gagged, and tied in front of him. The victims plead their muffled cry of innocence (which they are) only to be drowned by the chant of burning them at the stake. Right before the hay was lit with fire beneath their feet. A boisterous laugh was heard from the masses, abruptly interrupting the ceremony. [color=00aeef]"Man, how cliche can you get? human sacrifices at midnight, with matching cult outfits like a bunch of cosplayers? Ughh.. that's so out of date.."[/color] one of the cultists heckled, sounding like a pre-adolescent teen. Klarion boldly removes his glamor charm and reveals his true self and his cat. Many have gasped knowing there's an imposter amongst themselves. Their eyes are all set on the witch boy. [b]"You dare mock us, intruder?"[/b] The head of the cult snarled, addressing the slender lad that dare interrupt this sacred ritual. [color=00aeef]"As much as I love prolonged this dull cult activity of yours, let us cut to the chase why I'm here, shall we? I'm here for your denononecronomicon" [/color] *meow* [color=00aeef]"Demonomicon, Demonomicon.. I know what I said Teekl"[/color] The witch boy throws a hissy fit at his cat correcting him. [b]"How arrogant of you to come here knowing you're outnumbered, witch. Tie him up and add him to the sacrifices"[/b] He commanded his followers. Without any hesitation, The religious mob did as they were told and closed in on the Witch boy from all sides. Armed with pitchforks and torches, ready to pounce at their cornered prey like a pack of hungry wolves. [color=00aeef]"Alright, I'll play.. Te Ipsum Occidere"[/color] Klarion smirked and simply spoke these words with a clear voice and conviction so that everyone can hear. An invocation that alters the mind and perception. It's basically the Latin word for "Kill yourself". The charm takes effect. His words become their actions. Hysteria poisoned their mind and involuntarily started attacking one other. Their weapons were drawn out only to shed blood amongst their ranks. They become their own worst enemy, redirecting their anger toward themselves, and began murdering and eviscerating each other until nothing was left standing. [color=00aeef]"Wow, you guys suck, you don't have protection against the most basic mind control spell, I guess witch-hunters are not built as they use to these days"[/color] Klarion laughs his ass off at the mutiny that he has caused. [b]"You'll pay for this, you brat!" [/b]unaffected by the witch boy's charm, The cult leader musters up his courage and draws his musket, pointing it at Klarion. Before the priest could even pull the trigger, Klarion shoots an eldritch blast that pierces a fatal wound in his chest that brought him down to his knees. Klarion grins and makes a finger bang gesture, blowing the imaginary smoke out his index finger. The petulant boy then levitates toward the stage and confronts the fallen cult leader. [color=00aeef]"Great party you old geezer, Now give me what I want.."[/color] Klarion demanded in his usual bratty tone. [b]"It's not here, you foul abomination of magic. You think this is a joke? Our god, and his high priest will have your head for soiling the cult of blood. you can't escape what's coming! -- may your rotten c- AGGGHHH" [/b] [color=00aeef]"Ughh, shut up already with your lectures."[/color] Klarion rolls his eye, and snaps his fingers, putting a gagging curse on the dying priest. The cultist's mouth burst out and vomits a chunk ton of various insects that soon crawls and feast on his decaying flesh. [color=00aeef]"Well, this has been a waste of time. These losers didn't have the book" [/color]Klarion sighed. [color=00aeef]"Come now, Teekl.. I've got school early in the morning"[/color] *meow* The boy and his cat left and dissipate into the night's fog; Leaving the mess and entrails of countless bodies they made in this area. The victims were left there stranded and tied up and has to witness the entire massacre of this cult. They were petrified and confused by the mysterious pale boy's senseless killings and at the same time relieved that they didn't get burned alive by their captors. This has been one crazy night for them, and that's one hell of an understatement.