While the fight against the doppelgänger proved entertaining at first, Ebony quickly grew tired of it. Being that it was it a copy of him, it didn’t take him long to figure out its attack patterns, and thought sequences. Turning to face the Doppelgänger once more, Ebony lifts his staff, and bangs it down onto the onyx floor, of the tower room, the two are currently battling in. As the end of the staff hits the floor, a magic rune circle appears beneath the Doppelgänger and flares to life. Thousands of void tentacles, and tendrils, burst up from the runes circle. They wrap around the Magic born creatures Arm, legs, shoulders, neck, waist, chest, head, hands, feet, etc… Once the Doppelgänger is fully Incase in the living twisted horrors. Millions of tiny mouths open on the tentacles, revealing rows of sharp pointy teeth. The mouth latch onto the flesh, then the teeth start to come down out of the mouth. The spin like a drill as they saw into the beasts hide. There’s a distinct gulping sound as chunks of skin, and muscle are swallowed. The teeth retract back into the mouths, replace by long flexible, hollow tone like appendages, with needle sharp tips. The Doppelgänger’s magic and insides are sucked up like a child drinking from a straw. Once it is drunk dry, the mouths devour, the rest, leaving not a trace behind. Ebony turns, and glides like a wraith from the room. As he leaves the room goes dark, the tentacles melting back down into the floor.
Ebony enters his library, and floats over to the section that contains his oldest, and most vile tomes. It was time to break the mind of that poor little rogue, oh and he would take his time doing it. He now knew her fears, the things that made her recoil in terror. The things that would paralyze her mind leaving her vulnerable, and opened to his influence. He would have to the pathetic halfbreed, his wayward granddaughter had taking up with. Perhaps he would let him watch as he destroyed his granddaughters mind, and body. However for now he had smaller fish to fry, within the labyrinth of Izzabelle’s mind, a nightmare sequence begins.
Ebony cannot help the cruel laughter that falls from his non corporeal lips. As he watches the foolish girls mind break, and shatter, with each new nightmare. To give her a glimmer of hope, and comfort, before maliciously ripping it away. Leaving in its wake fear, depression, despair. When he was done with her, the wretched child would be so broken, nothing would fix her. Yet as he continues to break Izzabelle’s mind, another enters her labyrinth. One who’s mind isn’t protected, one that dear Izzabelle is rather attached to. Ebony scratches his chin in contemplation, *perhaps this one could be manipulated, and used. He watches through Izzabelle’s eyes as she is awoken by him. Grins sadistically as she strikes out at him, believing him to be another nightmare. Part of him want to feel her agony if she were to kill him, the horror, and devastation, she would feel when the realization sank in, would taste like the sweetest of wines. Still he might be able to use him, so he starts whispering into his mind. You want her for your own, don’t you? To save her from those who would hurt her. You know she is being forced into signing a contract with the dark one. Will you remain the weak elf that you are, will you let the one you care for, be continuously owned and destroyed by others. Or will you take control of your own future, and claim what is rightfully yours.
Ebony’s mocking laughter fills Sericon’s head, Oh! But they do leave her, the pain they have caused her, the sorrow, and despair. Will you let it continue, will you remain the weak creature that is always under their thumbs. Or will you take control of both yours and Izzabelle’s future. As long as she belongs to another, she will never be yours. She will always be at their mercy, subjected to their cruelty. He fills Sericon’s mind with the image of Salkeen ripping Izzabelle’s soul from Jericha. The sound of Izzabelle begging and screaming in pain as her soul is being burned fills his head. Do you understand boy, as long as she belongs to them, they can rip her soul from you just as they did from her. You claim you care for her, yet you would let monsters like that own her. If she must be owned, would it not be best if she was owned by one who cared. Unless you are like them, and only wish to use her for what you can gain. the sinister voice whispers. Do you feel that, her mind is slipping deeper into despair with each passing moment. You can be powerful, have complete control of her, or you can be weak and watch as she dies. If you choose to save her from me, simple boy, she will be destroyed by them. visions of Izzabelle’s broken body being slammed into a wall covered in jagged stalagmites, and sharp metal shards, appear in Sericon’s mind. Jericha laughs mockingly as Izzabelle’s body soon resembles ground up beef with bone shards and bloodied bits of flesh clinging to it. She is no longer even recognizable, except for her eyes, lifeless eyes that accuse him of letting her down, when she needed him the most. I will give you the strength to protect her from them, all you need to do is get her to call my name.