<b>RE: A New Fate for the Twins [Razgriz x Karameida x Serenity]</b><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><a class="link link--internal" href="http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=45597&amp;pid=1192010#pid1192010"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Mortimer Fortescu</span></a></span>::<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00bfff">Harmon Fortescu</span>::<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Occultists</span></span>​</div><br/>As the Twins emerged from the portal, everyone was in awe; this was it. Everything they worked for, all the shady underhanded dealings to get to this point would validate all their work. And even better...They were stark naked and made no attempt to cover themselves; though one of them seemed to move to block her sister from the men's view. Needless to say, the sight of two rather attractive females in such a state made the Occultists very glad they were wearing loose robes.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00bfff">"Simply amazing...."</span>Harmon stated as the Twin of Chaos looked around the room, while it seemed the Twin of Order was transfixed in her gaze on the young man bound to the table.<br/><br/>Harmon moved as the first Twin approached the stone tablet, now standing over the flesh sacrifice. However, the surprise would be immense as the hood was lifted from the young man's head; his eyes widened in absolute shock as he gasped out in shock, soon feeling a wave of sickness wash over him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00bfff">"M...Mortimer...?"</span>he whimpered out, now feeling a growing rage stir within him. That bastard! He promised that his son would not be harmed! Before he could chew out the fellow Occultists, thinking that they knew it was his son, the Twin of Chaos turned and faced him, uttering those horrible words that accused him so dearly.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00bfff">"N...No.....I didn't...."</span>Harmon tried to defend himself, but found that star jabbed into his chest, puncturing his chest-plate and ripping his in two. The pain was so horrible, Harmon could only gurgle and grunt as the red liquid of life seeped from the corners of his mouth. He then felt the star tear his ribcage in two as Tsukiko gashed his throat; hands came up to clasp at the heavily bleeding wound, only for him to fall over and convulse on the ground, gasping for air before his own blood filled his lungs and choked him to death.<br/><br/>Mortimer, meanwhile, had felt the pain from the searing heat subside; though the occasional draft that lisped over the impromptu brand caused a fresh surge of agony to rock his body. He then felt a pair of lips seize his own, teeth biting into the lower one and causing a hurt groan to utter from this throat; a small trail of red leaked down his chin and stained the rag gag a little.<i>"Father...Why....What did I do wrong? Why would you sacrifice me?"</i>Mortimer thought to himself, his currently weary state not letting him here his own father's voice or the fact that Harmon had no clue it was Mortimer under the mask. Streams leaked from the corners of the boy's eyes, his chest heaving spasmodically as sobs muffled from the gag in his mouth left his throat.<br/><br/>The other Occultists, being inexperienced with these types of matters, were in shock and somewhat panicked by what they saw; the Twins weren't supposed to kill any of them! What the hell was going on? Then they remembered the boy, and that they were supposed to offer his mortality and use him as a vessel to contain the Twins. Of course, they didn't know that their plan was bunked already now that Harmon was dead, but they went ahead anyway; one of the robed figured grabbed the iron sword and went over to the still chained boy.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"A sacrifice for the Twins of Fate! By the blood of an innocent man and through an act of violence, you shall be bound to us and serve as you were destined to be!"</span>the clearly young male shouted; within moments, he plunged the sword deep into Mortimer's chest and dragged it downward, effectively gutting him like a fresh caught fish. Mortimer screamed in pain, the intensity of his expression evident even through the rag in his mouth, which was now a sopping crimson as he began to feel what Tsukiko had done to Harmon. The young man stepped back as did the other robed occultists, their eyes on the Twins to see if their attempt to complete the ritual would be successful.