(Do not use outside of the group)
Expose Your Magus
England's Theme : Darkness, Pain and Angst
The corpse impaled by the icicle did not respond, it couldn't respond. The skin had long turned cold and turned an ashy grey suitable for the dead. But Vincent continued on conversing as though the person behind him was still alive, could still listen and could still breathe. The onyx haired man, a boy still, gave the severed arm in his gloved hand a wriggle. An amused smile stretched his lips at the limp movement, finding great entertainment in watching it.
“ How’s the weather up there…? Nice…?” He questioned, his mismatched eyes still locked upon the limb he held. It was a special limb, the arm of his mother. The mother he viciously ripped into pieces. Ahh~ Her screams of terror were delightful, he almost wished he didn’t kill that quickly, just to prolong that wonderful melody. His brother died far more easily. Just a stab straight through his lungs and heart with an icicle. He even made a wonderful decoration piece.
“ It’s your fault you know... you shouldn’t have annoyed me… then father wouldn’t have found out about it…” he droned on, before tossing the severed arm away, watching boredly as it fell from the large ice structure and into the wrecked town below.
“Well… I suppose this is goodbye,” Lightning started to flash in the sky, strands of blue creeping onto the ice structure. “You told me last time you liked the sight of blue lightning… Here you go… A farewell gift.” Vincent stood up and patted his bloodied clothes, jumping off the ice structure just as the lightning touched it, electricity running through the whole thing. The corpse that dangled soon caught fire as another bout of lightning hit it, flaming like a torch in the night sky. Vincent looked up at the burning corpse of his brother for just a brief moment before he turned and walked out of the town.
“I’ll let your body burn courtesy of it…”
HA 10 MINUTES LEFT OF THE TIMER---
Super last minute due to my head being buried with work. It's so stressing.
Aschidia here is 18 years old, so that is why his hair is much shorter and he looks slightly younger.
I draw the night he slaughtered his whole town. (Approx 40,000 people)
The thing in his hand is his mother's arm.
The person impaled to the ice structure behind is his brother. Looks like a ghost if you ask me ahahahah-
Keep forgetting that he can use lightning too, but it must be adjoined to an ice something.
Go England ovo//
//dies off to do more work.
Vincent Albert Aschidia (c) Akirawr
OTHER ENGLAND ARTWORK