[ And the deity froze. ] [ For seconds that felt too long, his eyes locked onto his. ] [ Seconds too long, they drift to look at the weapon piercing through him. ] [ Seconds too long, a hand reaches towards his stained clothes, torn holes. ] [He's not dead. He's in disbelief.]

.. Is the door locked or am I fuckin stupid.

down to the deity, hopping onto the ironing board near him. ] [ Venomshank turns, bandage in hand, ] "Something up, friend?" [ Yeah, something was up. His arm. ] [ The bird, without waiting, regurgitates the cut off arm onto the board, the deity silently staring. ] +

[ He hugs back, maybe even tighter than the other. ] [ In his mind, he never wanted to let go. Never. If he let go, it'd mean losing him again. ] [ That's not something he'd be able to handle at all. Not him, not the inpherno. ] [ Sword won't be going nowhere for a while. ]

[Sword was seething, completely enraged by scythe’s appearance in all of this. If she was trying to take him back to the church she had another thing coming.] Pull out your gear. [He hissed to rocket.]