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Matachi nodded "I understand I'm sorry." He said smiling to see her laugh though all this "I continue to learn every day." He said smirking as he continued to walk along with her watching for any signs of that power that had been around earlier that day, the power seemed very sinister as well.

"I think you have misunderstood." His hand lowers, bending at the elbow. Closing his fingers together seems to somehow seems to drag the scenery into complete darkness in every direction for what seems like forever. There is nothing, nothing at all is visible except that one azure orb which seems to shine sharply through the darkness as though light were shining from within. "I have already taken the first step." His voice is heard everywhere, echoing on and on as though there are no trees, and there is no temple. Because there no longer were these things, or anything else as far as he was concerned. All of Craven's fears are brought into mind, even if they are dragged up through the depths of Hell. "Come Craven. Let me show you what I enjoy most in life."

Matachi sat down watching her "I know...what I did is still effecting you I know I am sorry about that, I really am." He said being truthful, he was slightly upset and it showed but it wasn't at her it was about what he had said to her that slightly upset him.

As Craven casts his light spell, he would notice that the world around him which he currently feared was not what he thought it was. Yes, he is standing in a forest, no it is not the same as before. His radius of light only stretches a good thirty feet about him, but this shows enough. Where was his power? Why could he not simply dispel it all like the parlour trick it seemed to be. There were things.. everywhere, small like normal forest animals, but odd. There were many of them, some simply piled atop each other as they tried to crawl about. Mismatched eyes, patched flesh.. odd shapes of anywhere from one to ninety legs. They were in the hollows of the crimson trees which surround him, their veins in the ground housing insects which feed upon their surroundings as though it were flesh. There is no grass, just rocks which range from pebble sized to massive boulders. This is a bleak world, nothing he knew. Insects seem to stream upon the ground about him as though he were standing in water that were up to his ankles. "I will tell you what I fear. I fear mortality in others. It leaves me with a certain emptiness. It does not allow me to completely pass judgment." The ground shook but momentarily, as though something large were lumbering through the land at a fair distance.

He looked back to him this wasn't his world, or his plain he knew Jack was no god no... but he was starting to understand what. "Your a leach.. my soul will feed you, feed this. I don't think I can let that happen." He spoke anger was rising into his voice as fire encircled around Jack closing around him. He wanted to see him turn to ash to scream, to burn he liked fire.

"I don't know if that is a good idea." She spoke touching her neckline she only wore it on occasions. Other than that she disliked jewelery. "I should make sure everyone is okay, has anyone come to report from it, i know Micon was on the field."

"There are many souls here, as you can see.. an entire plane of them." Jack's location was outside of that circle of light. There was no other light here. The spot he was standing before, the one Craven would burn was within the darkness. "Oh my, that stings." His voice heard, as it will be, from all directions. "But it does not end this legacy. Everyone I have ever slain.. their souls are here." He was directly behind Craven, not two feet. His long, twisted hair flowing aside, dancing as though it were a living limb of its own. As did the rest of that ragged pitch black coat. His pale visage shone brightly within the darkness surrounding him, and Cravens dying light. An ink-like wing forms at his right out of that coat, and with this sudden movement tendrils would form of that coat, thrusting like steel through Craven's left thigh, left lung, and right shoulder. They would form hooked barbs which can be seen upon the front of Craven's thigh, the left side of his chest, and the front of his right shoulder, digging into that flesh. These ran all through Craven's body, some jutting out different spots upon his chest, arm and leg. Dragging Craven backwards towards his looming form, pale tiers could be felt near his ear as his strength burns out within moments, feminine-seeming as they pucker. "There have been many craftier, more wicked, and far superior to you who remain here. You will know them well." That light fades completely, and there is darkness.

Craven had felt the digging the horrid flesh ripping he had screamed once as it tore through his body has he had frantically searched his form with a free arm to find his dagger to take his own life before... then he couldn't move death had him he knew that.. It was done his dream.. is lovely perfect dream The last of his kind murdered by this, by the truest monster that there ever was or had been.