-Fyroneus-<br/>Something was wrong. Fyroneus couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something was off.<br/>Then he relized what was wrong. The voices had shut.<br/>Maybe it was because of the stare of the two priestesses. They were looking at him the way he had looked at Necromatos, long before they had become friends. Without the voices to distract him, though, he realized something.<br/>If the fiend had become a cat and the cat had become a human, who would have been able to say whether this was shapshifting, or - gasp- the real fiend had tricked him with an illusion, luring him to kill an innocent man? He didn't want to think of that possibility, it was too horrible... but he knew magicians could do that, couldn't they? He remembered his father warniong him that they can. His father... he had had a discussion with him, later. Did it mean his father was wrong about it, too? Or mwas it a different discussion?<br/>The world swirled. Maybe someone had struck him on the head, from behind, or maybe it was just too much for him to bear, and struck his head while falling on the ground. Whatever the reason, he welcomed the darkness closing over him.<br/>His father had told him there is horror in darkness, and there is honour, and there is healing. You never know what dakrness hides.<br/><br/><br/>OOC: This post has Fragile Dreams's approval.