Belial laughs, and it rings out in the whole of the flora-filled fountain room. His hand grips Gojo's, hard, crushing some of the bones in it as he holds it pinned there, solid and unmovable. He keeps the dagger right where it is.
"Don't threaten me with a good time."
The fiend shoves his opposite hand straight through Gojo's chest in the center, blowing it open out the back. His hand grips the heart, and he laughs again, thrilled. "I hope it was worth it," Belial says slyly. He allows Gojo to slide off his arm and down into the water, the hand on Gojo's and the dagger letting go.
Cold water pours into the hole through him, washes up over him and consumes him. He had been standing when in the pool, but now that he is being baptized by it, he sinks down, and down, and down, watching the rippling, watery image of Belial with his heart grow farther and farther away.
That's what it's like to be a Warlock with a fiendish Patron. A would-be god bestowing upon you some dark, terrible power, and you giving to them your life and service in return.
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"Don't threaten me with a good time."
The fiend shoves his opposite hand straight through Gojo's chest in the center, blowing it open out the back. His hand grips the heart, and he laughs again, thrilled. "I hope it was worth it," Belial says slyly. He allows Gojo to slide off his arm and down into the water, the hand on Gojo's and the dagger letting go.
Cold water pours into the hole through him, washes up over him and consumes him. He had been standing when in the pool, but now that he is being baptized by it, he sinks down, and down, and down, watching the rippling, watery image of Belial with his heart grow farther and farther away.
That's what it's like to be a Warlock with a fiendish Patron. A would-be god bestowing upon you some dark, terrible power, and you giving to them your life and service in return.
The next time he opens his eyes, he has left the Folding Halls of Halas completely.