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Static crackled and snapped in the air and the warlock for the life of her couldn't remember a better feeling than the otherworldly energy pulsing in her veins. She didn't want to remember. It and everything else had been suddenly shoved so far behind her the emotional attachments that were there were now stretched thin enough to sever. Maybe there was a time she would have cared. Would have given pause and listened to the advice from the rest of her party...
But this time there were no voices to calm or distract her. To speak with rational, good thoughts. She'd taken on this task alone and in the depths of the night there was nothing between her and the revenge she sought. The first of many stood before her and unfortunately for him he didn't have a soul to come help. Her heart was pounding just remembering his face and his words and his hands. The sneers and acrid comments about what would make her look prettier or sell better. As the Pandora's box of memories in her mind cracked open a touch the magic pulsed with a sickening snap and a hiss while she stepped closer. And closer. Every step slow, deliberate and clipping softly off of the stone floor.
He was stammering. Word after word in a jumble of nonsense as he tried to convince her killing him would be a bad idea. That it would come back to haunt her. But you can't haunt a ghost. You can't threaten that which no longer exists. The girl he'd known in ways she'd rather he never did was no more and had been dead for a decade and a half and the woman before him now? Well. The world could do with one less bureaucrat with his brain in his dick and his morals in his bank account.
Clip. Clip. Clip.
More words, more begging and pleading. This time he promised her what he valued. Money, property, riches beyond her dreams. The more he laid on the table the darker her expression grew until she was mere feet away and he could now see the constant, violent crackling between her fingers and from her right eye. No glory. No mercy. No regrets.
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Caz is not a good person but for a lot of reasons beyond her control. Once she starts gaining power and experience, there's no telling how soon or not she'd take to hunting down the people who 'killed' her.
(Aka Weeb wanted to play with brushes and got carried away. There's a painted version of this but it sucks balls so you just get the sketch.)
But this time there were no voices to calm or distract her. To speak with rational, good thoughts. She'd taken on this task alone and in the depths of the night there was nothing between her and the revenge she sought. The first of many stood before her and unfortunately for him he didn't have a soul to come help. Her heart was pounding just remembering his face and his words and his hands. The sneers and acrid comments about what would make her look prettier or sell better. As the Pandora's box of memories in her mind cracked open a touch the magic pulsed with a sickening snap and a hiss while she stepped closer. And closer. Every step slow, deliberate and clipping softly off of the stone floor.
He was stammering. Word after word in a jumble of nonsense as he tried to convince her killing him would be a bad idea. That it would come back to haunt her. But you can't haunt a ghost. You can't threaten that which no longer exists. The girl he'd known in ways she'd rather he never did was no more and had been dead for a decade and a half and the woman before him now? Well. The world could do with one less bureaucrat with his brain in his dick and his morals in his bank account.
Clip. Clip. Clip.
More words, more begging and pleading. This time he promised her what he valued. Money, property, riches beyond her dreams. The more he laid on the table the darker her expression grew until she was mere feet away and he could now see the constant, violent crackling between her fingers and from her right eye. No glory. No mercy. No regrets.
---
Caz is not a good person but for a lot of reasons beyond her control. Once she starts gaining power and experience, there's no telling how soon or not she'd take to hunting down the people who 'killed' her.
(Aka Weeb wanted to play with brushes and got carried away. There's a painted version of this but it sucks balls so you just get the sketch.)
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
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Size 1060 x 798px
File Size 439.7 kB
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