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Mithias frowns."So he wants coffee." He sets his golden eyes on Bob. "I suppose you are the only one who can serve that up. Well, if you think you're gonna live, I'll stick around and keep my mouth shut."
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"Humph. Even the God-Killer doesn't wish to face me in my own bar. I'm far more powerful here than I am in the outside world." Bob shoots you a wink, but his eyes have an odd look of glee and resignment, as if he had already proclaimed you dead in his mind, and was somehow looking forward to it. Bob was a creature of fickle interests, and your death, provided it was amusing, would be something to look forward to indeed.
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The portal flickers, and a sudden chill goes through the room. A foot breaks the surface of the vortex, and a tall man steps through. He's clad in a long white lab coat, his trousers long and black. His hands and face are covered in stitches, his coat tattered at the edges. His hair is matted and light grey, peperred with white, his skin is an unhealthy pale color. His eyes are hidden behind a pair of reflective glasses, the light shining off the lenses. However, the most fearsome aspect of his form is the grin on his face. A smile of pure sadism, the smile of a psychopath about to rip a baby's head off. A smile that would send any sane man fleeing.
The man emits an aura of fear, simply standing in his presence you can feel ever nerve in your body screaming at you to run, while simultaneously your muscles stiffen up, preventing you from moving. The shadows flicker, but when you look at them, they stand still. As you look at the man, he turns, his glasses turning transparent as the light moves off of them. Light grey eyes. The eyes of death, looking straight into your soul. A red glow surrounds him, as you can feel the blood vessels in your arm popping open, the agony building up, and yet you cannot scream. Those eyes stare, as your eyes start bleeding, the blood running down your cheeks. You can feel them stare at your soul, and your soul shrink away in fear of this man.

Then he looks away.....

A scream fills the bar, and it takes you moments to realize it had been you, the pain and terror finally released into an inhuman shriek as your muscles release their paralysis unexpectedly, sending you tumbling in a heap. There are no broken veins, no scars, no blood on your face. The pain is gone, and yet your body tells you it was real, in a fundamental, horrifying way. You feel as if you had just been looked through, and somehow you know for a fact that the man really did stare into your soul. A judgement, perhaps, all your secrets laid bare in that one glance.
The God-Killer strides through the room, his movements inhumanly graceful, like a panther. On the back of his lab coat you can see three large eyes drawn in dried blood, and you ge the feeling they're watching you, hungrily, staring. The man sits, the silence a blanket, unbreakable, as Bob looks on with blood red eyes, and a smile filled with pointed teeth. Your presence seemed to be ignored, as the Lord of Insanity and the Godkiller meet. "Stein. How nice of you to drop by. You know you always scare away my clientel."
"You don't mind, Bob. You're far too interested in the news I bring." The man's voice was deep, and yet smooth, Laced with poison, and yet none of it directed at Bob. Rather, he greets the Lord of Insanity as if they were old friends, with a weary dose of respect. They sit as equals, as Bob serves the God-Killer, Stein, a cup of the drink he gave you before, the liquid suffering of tortured humans. Stein sips it, seeming to savor it.