A Cult of Personality (Solo)

[Nevin]

Vibrant crimson threads burst from Nevin's arm, shooting out of the channels that ran across his skin. They smashed into the inky red tendril that was trying to wrap around his arm and pummeled it away, lashing out with fury against the darker red. The creature reeled backwards, its arm tendril snapping back to its side as it gave a weird, gurgling cry of anger and pain. It's eyestalks - two thin red squirming tendrils emerging from the center top of its torso - switched rapidly between the bright red threads emerging from Nevin's arm, and Nevin's face. The blood mage spat his reply.

"I am no brother of yours, beast. I am gifted by the Crimson, not the Scarlet that you proclaim." The abomination before him snarled in anger at his show of defiance.

"You little fool! The Crimson is not real, merely a facade of the Scarlet Made Flesh to due these dry little beings. Your time trapped in that shell has obviously twisted you if you believe in it!" And the part of Nevin that hadn't grown up indoctrinated in the cult could almost believe that, it did make a sickening kind of sense after all - you baited traps with sweet treats after all. But only almost - he might have, if it wasn't for the sheer unbridled rage that sang in his magic as he looked at the creature in front of him.

Wherever, whatever, his blood magic came from, it vehemently despised the beast in front of him. Every beat of his heart carried that hatred through his veins, spread it through his body - and Nevin agreed with it. This thing was wrong and it had to die. More and more crimson threads emerged from Nevin's arm, encasing the bare flesh, then expanded downwards forming into a long, red whip.

That was when he noticed that the creature's tendril, the one that had been pushed away by his tendrils, had spots where the flesh looked a different shade than the rest - spots of brighter red standing out against the inky dark red of the beast's skin. So, his threads were damaging to it even on simple contact? Good. He would kill this thing then, purging it with his crimson threads.