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Warning: Some people may find the following content disturbing. It's not meant to be taken seriously in any way, but in the event that you are easily disturbed, I suggest you do not read it.
The Wise One's Last Stand
It had been three days since the fall of Mt.Aleph, and that meant three long days for Isaac and the gang to have gone without the village of Vale. That was the least of the worlds concern however, as a certain deity hovered ominously over the ruins.
The Wise One was pissed off. Those little brats had taken away the seal on Alchemy, and now he no longer had a job to do. Feeling rather angsty, he began looking for someone or something to take it out on.
His eye jiggled and twitched as it caught the scent of death. Hovering over to the source, it spotted a corpse amongst the rubble. Hey, it was that guy that had started all this crap in the first place; Alex was it? Perfect, he now had someone to take out his frustration on.
Oh but the Wise One's frustrations were not of the norm. They were fretful, sexual desires and tensions that had been bottled up for millenniums on end. And what better way to get back at those you hate then to release those types of tensions upon them.
The Wise One began to glow with what little alchemy power he had left, summoning forth his strength to hoist the water adept from the rubble. With a snapping motion, he hurled him into a flat plane of rock, listening intently as his dead body hit with a sickening crack.
The noise sent chills of pleasure through his rocky body, and his eye buzzed and twitched some more. The Wise One's single eye seemed to be smiling now- no- smirking. It was smirking a demonic, sexually driven smirk as it floated more towards Alex.
Glowing with its once limitless power, the energy began to spread to some nearby pebbles. He hoisted each pebble up, in the process looking his prey over. He thought of Alex as a quaint, sexy man; his long, cerulean hair reminding him of a torrent of sheer icy water and death.
Snap! He whipped a pebble at the pale man's corpse, hearing the flat, sharp rock tear through his flesh. Another snap-like motion signalled, and again, another blade-like stone tore through milky flesh. The Wise One's eye now grinned with sadism; he was liking his new job.
He hurled each pebble at him again and again, enjoying the small vibrations in the adept's body as each one struck, seeing it as though he were a dominatrix whipping his bitch. Soon, Alex's body was shredded and bloody, showing signs of the mutilation it had undergone. After the Wise One was done his little whipping session, he hovered over to the man, floating down to nestle next to him on the rocks.
"You were a bad man in life. But now you can't be good and keep me company."
A small glowing crackle of energy caressed his bloody, torn flesh, brushing aside a lock of his hair. The Wise One closed his eye, laying dormant now next to his enemy and lover.