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Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 10:41

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Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 10:41

The ambush was waiting for them at the very end of the return route, just two alleys away from the house, when they unwittingly relaxed a little, thinking that they'd made it, as if they'd thought they'd missed it. The parallels with the time he had fallen into the arms of the raggy dildo were very direct, but Igor was not interested in philosophy or distracted thoughts. They were going well. No adventures, encounters with all sorts of trash, nothing at all! Except that they couldn't take the trunks of the frozen soldiers, because neither trunks nor soldiers were there anymore. Either the coworkers took them away, or they got up and left, but this mystery remained a mystery. In any case, everything was fine until it became bad. The ambush and all that followed from it. In spite of everything, the creatures couldn't get to them unnoticed. Elizaveta Albertovna jerked sharply, raising the barrel of her pistol upwards, pointing at the wall of the five-storey paneled building they were passing by.

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 14:48

The creatures were right up against the wall, as if they had changed their gravity vector. It looked a little funny, to be honest. They were big, overgrown, and battered dogs that looked like typical backyard mutts, only angry and rabid, and also too big, unnaturally big. Well, they stood on a vertical wall, not worrying about such a thing as gravity, which had the effect of mild amusement, yes. The creatures attacked synchronously, as if they were Olympic swimming champions, simply by ceasing to stand on the wall. It was a special case of dog rain, heavy rain to say the least. The howling of the storm intensified, wind picked up a shroud of white snow that swirled around them like a whirlwind. Along with the dogs, a dense blanket of cold abomination struck from above, covering the entire battlefield at once, seeming to soak the snow even more, turning it into one of the weapons of their enemy's will.

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 15:15

The dry pop of the pistol shot and the whiteness of the bullet contact killed one of the creatures as it landed. The thought flashes through his mind that they should have taken those machine guns. They didn't really need bullets against the dead freak's artwork, but now their disregard for firearms was biting them in the buttocks. The first dog fell dead, the second almost fell on Igor, but the latter, already aware of the attack, oriented himself and stepped aside, kicking at the falling target. His leg was nearly chewed off, as the creature was somehow repelled by the air and maneuvered even in free fall. Okay, to be more accurate, it tried to chew his leg off, leaving saliva and blood stains on his boot as the oncoming blow shattered the doggie's head. The power of the shine, converted into a kinetic attack, threw the creature into the snow drift, dead. The bloodstains were gone from the protection, burned away in the whiteness of the snow at the same moment.

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 15:32

The third, fourth, and fifth creatures landed on their feet, raising not even a whirlwind but a wall of snow, and under its cover, they rushed into battle. He met the thrust of one of them with his whole body, neutralizing the attack with a protection, feeling only a light jolt, which did not bend his back, instead of hitting the hood of the accelerated car. But the bones of the dog that bumped against him crunched. As dog itself became a victim of a car accident. The mass of the creature, however, weakened the protection, and the wounds did not prevent it from using its maw. The first bite with teeth bleeding with scarlet light finished the protection. The reverse impulse knocked out some of the teeth and almost shredded the jaw. A second of invulnerability allowed him to simultaneously slowly renew the torn layer and put the palms on the neck of the dog, squeezing them tightly.

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 15:52

White light poured out from under Igor's fingers, and brownish-burgundy, rusty, the color of dried blood, came towards him from the stiffer steel bristles of his fur. A moment of confrontation, and the doggie's shield collapsed, followed by a torrent of whiteness from its throat that soaked even the gushing blood, the scarlet power of which was no longer there. Its insides, especially along the spine, were baked to a cinder by the glow, and all that remained was to throw the mass of the dead and not even twitching body away. There were too many new and fresh opponents at the guy's disposal - a huge fucking assortment.

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 15:53

Two more shots blew apart the head and sternum of the creature that jumped at Elizaveta Albertovna, and another that attacked from the back just froze, dripping scarlet foam onto the snow, sizzling from contact with the liquid. The woman turned on her toes and put another leaden-white gift into the dog's face, then warned about a new batch of creatures falling on them from above, coming straight from the roof, or rather from the transition portal open somewhere there. Igor doesn't hear her words, only a brief shriek, but he already knows that there are eight targets at once, that they are not weaker than these, and that she began to smell them only in the fall, and the roof of the five-story building itself seems empty to her. The already unpleasant situation becomes even more disgusting when the same form of telepathy tells both him and her that the second group of creatures is rushing through the snow from the side of the playground covered with snowdrifts. Apparently, the dogs are coming from a hole in the children's sandbox, which is the actual portal.

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 15:58

A bottomless den of stray dogs.

Camrad_RIP 04.05.25 в 15:37

Three pops and a dry click, signalling the end of ammunition, and then they stood back to back, fighting off the dog rain. A long shoe shovel, which Igor uses as some kind of machete, falls out of his sleeve into his fingers, which are not freezing under the protection. He cinematically cuts one of the dogs in half in a leap. The cinematography ended at the moment when the guts, blood and other guts, glowing scarlet-rusty, that fell out of the belly of the dog, in an instant sagged through the upper layer of the shield, only at the expense of a second invulnerability, allowing to shake off most of the dangerous mass, which was also trying to cling to the killer's body, to braid it with guts smoking in the whiteness. In Elizaveta Albertovna's hands was a long steel ruler of forty-five centimetres. An object of her university youth, where calculators had already been invented, but were forbidden in every possible way, and all kinds of Autocads were considered black sorcery. Ridiculous types of weapons under the shine did not look funny at all, but it was impossible to be prosecuted for them in case of inspection by the valiant authorities.

Camrad_RIP 06.05.25 в 08:10

The hounds that rushed at them had experienced this stuff for themselves: their mass could not knock down the individuals protected by the shining Tablet, and a well-powered one at that, nor could they hold them back, restrain, or confuse them. It just didn't work. All attempts to squeeze, press, and bind them in a clinch slipped off the people as if they were wet glass. The puddle of crimson rust on the snow was growing. The vapour rising from it is toxic and cursed, but it is burned out by the ыршту, and also slightly disperses the veil of blizzard. Igor can't see through it at all. He relies on reverse stealth in conjunction with the sensorics that Elizaveta Albertovna uses to flash his targets. A throw of a stone, a handful of broken glass, a kick of a foot, a swing of a blade, and, of course, the renewal of the protection on himself. He tries to take on all the attacks. Not out of a desire to protect the woman, though not without it, just for him, the lost protection was worth nothing to renew.

Camrad_RIP 06.05.25 в 08:14

Elizaveta Albertovna had already lost three of her layers of defence, so he used up one of the Vessels in passing, renewing one and then, following a good moment, adding a second one for free. Only to immediately lose another when another creature tried to nibble the woman's face. The woman had already used up her own Vessels, leaving only the spare single-use healers from the ritual, and she had used them to good effect, holding off a few of the stronger creatures and letting them fight back. There was a wide range of creatures: Stray Mutt and Evil Dogs of the first Step, Sick Kabyzdokhs, Dog Dogs and Lichen Bitches of the second, even a couple of creatures of the third and fourth Step. The reserves were sagging, but the creatures were dying, the third batch was already falling from above, and the second was fleeing from the sandbox, and they were moving away from the panel to avoid the risk of getting half a tonne of dogs on their heads. Such a blow from above could eat up half the strength of the amulet itself, but taking into account the defence covering the dogs' fur, the amulet was torn off at once, only by invulnerability protecting the next layer as well.

Camrad_RIP 06.05.25 в 08:22

But the dogs were torn into confetti by such a landing on active protection..

Camrad_RIP 04.05.25 в 15:38

It seemed they would even be able to retreat, for the first panic had passed, and the enemy could not penetrate the monolithic defence or repel the power of the shine, but this enemy had not yet shown all that he had prepared. At the very least, the two Exalted did not sense the one or the ones who commanded the dogs. Elizabeth sensed the other's control with her sensory technique, even somehow made the creatures lose their rhythm and stop acting like a single organism by expending one of the fragile Vessels, but her tricks did not allow her to get through to the puppeteer. You'd have to be a pure mentalist or something, rather than a creative use of sensorics. And also be badass enough to break into the coordinating network created by such a powerful creature, perhaps.

Camrad_RIP 06.05.25 в 08:47

A new dog jumped out of the snowy embrace from a new direction. Igor had missed it, for it was smaller, more compact, and so on. But he had relaxed for a moment in vain, because this Dogskin of the Fifth Step had an almost human face. Shaggy, crooked, like that dog from the meme about Leha, but quite recognisable both to him and Elizaveta Albertovna, who sighed with surprise. It is hard to live in this city and not recognise the face of someone who has been its respected and (un)legally (un)elected mayor for several terms. This gentleman with British citizenship has a name, of course, but the native population knows him under the operational call sign Zhora the Concrete. And not only because he rolled his competitors in concrete in the nineties, but also for regular corruption schemes with construction and procurement of that very concrete through the firm of his favourite daughter. The price for that concrete was only slightly lower than the price for a metre of living space, by the way.

Camrad_RIP 06.05.25 в 08:57

For a moment Igor even thought that he saw the true culprit of the party, which was particularly ironic, given his wife's zoo crazines, which made it completely forbidden not only to shoot, but even to catch and sterilise ‘poor little dogs’, but, alas, the situation turned out to be much worse. Both for Igor and for the grief-stricken mayor, who, it seems, was really locked up in a dog. The creature-entity opened its mouth, unnaturally wide open, and instead of a tongue it had .... a puppy, or rather something in the shape of a puppy, absolutely bald, skinless, and simply disgusting to look at. But in the puppy's teeth, like a parody of Giger's stranger, was a piece of flaming paper. Somehow, it became obvious that the dog-mayor was not a combat unit, but a mobile isolated container. There was more Other Side in the burning paper alone than in the entire art studio and the sculptor's lair at once.

Camrad_RIP 06.05.25 в 10:07

And it was concentrated, that's the problem!

Camrad_RIP 04.05.25 в 15:39

In a flash, the battle scroll released all the power it had gathered, causing the puppy-tongue and the former Mayor to burst into a rusty purple flame, their fur to burst, releasing bloody veins of symbols that drew themselves on top of that fur, creating a pattern of said fur that began to grow into itself. A portable ritual, a mobile and deadly powerful Bone Tablet that was directed at two people. Igor had time not only to daze, but also to bring his concentration to the limit, trying to strengthen the control over the protection of himself and Elizaveta Albertovna. Then, time ran out, and the two Exalted covered the two people with a murky and stinking wave of structured Iznanka.

Camrad_RIP 06.05.25 в 10:09

Yelizaveta Albertovna fell at once, as if she had been cut down. Igor didn't have time to help her because he was saving himself as much as he could. To be fair, he couldn't do much. The flow of destabilising power had forced both fragile Vessels to break, and even their effect-regenerator had been washed away. Or even licked away by a huge and hot dog's tongue, only by a miracle, not to shred the flesh from the bones at the same time. It was even worse for the woman. Not only had she lost the last additional vessel, but the other four were blocked as well, as if they had frozen, as if they had fallen into something viscous. The Vessel occupied by the ыршту was also empty, washed away from it the imposed blessing, leaving not even a trace of whiteness in the thin body. Fortunately, she did not die, but simply fell asleep, even fell into catatonia, a complete paralysis of thoughts and feelings, which she was unable to counteract. Igor managed to stay on his feet and kept two full Vessels intact, the one occupied by the shine on top. The first thing he did was to use one of the vessels to renew the first layer of the зкщеусешщт on himself, starting to apply free defences on top of it.

Camrad_RIP 06.05.25 в 11:01

The creature, or rather what was looking at it with the eyes of the mayor, transformed into something like a transmitter, was quite surprised by such tenacity of its prey. The surprise did not disappear from its face even when the shoe shovel in the hands of the young man accomplished and embodied the rosy dream of the lion's share of the adequate population of not only the city or the country, but probably the entire globe. It knocked out a corrupt official of high rank. Zhora Mutt's split skull was just falling onto the snow when a new batch of creatures jumped on him, two of which he somehow managed to knock out on the spot, before another small mongrel-trap flew out of the snowstorm, in which he no longer saw the targets illuminated by Elizaveta Albertovna's ability. This one also had a human face, Igor even vaguely recognized it, he had also seen it somewhere on TV, but he didn’t have time to think more.

Camrad_RIP 07.05.25 в 18:53

A new wave of filth, no weaker than the previous one, turned out to be too much for him. He simply did not have time to prepare to repel it, and until the very end, he did not see the creature crawling through the snowdrifts. It is difficult to fight without sensor illumination in conditions of almost zero visibility. Especially if the enemy sees you perfectly well.

Camrad_RIP 07.05.25 в 17:40

Again, the flow of the Other Side conveyed the conceptual sensation of a dog's tongue, which pulled three layers of protection that were available at that moment from the body, cleaned the shine, emptied the last working Vessel, and, it seemed, all the forces. He did not even immediately understand why his weapon became so heavy, slipping out of his fingers, why that snowdrift rushed towards him, hitting him in the face? And some insidious beast grabbed him by the eyelids and stuck a lead weight on them, forcing him to feel like Gogol's Viy, because Igor himself, for some absurd and incomprehensible reason, was unable to lift the heavy eyelids.

Camrad_RIP 07.05.25 в 18:59

He fell into a solid, hot, and disgusting darkness that grabbed him with its tentacles.

Camrad_RIP 04.05.25 в 15:41

Only the unbearably suffocating stench of wet dog that surrounded him glimmered on the edge of his dormant consciousness.

Camrad_RIP 04.05.25 в 15:42

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Camrad_RIP 04.05.25 в 15:39

Igor woke up completely suddenly, as if a light had been turned on. Now he was gone, and now he was back, and he felt surprisingly well. There was no cold abomination in his body; it did not break his bones and did not eat away his insides with its deadly stench. However, there was no power of the Other Side in him, but there was plenty of it around him, even though it did not touch him for some reason. And there was no such familiar flickering of Vessels moving in a continuous spiral. A look inside showed that all seven of his Vessels were completely empty, and the spiral movement had frozen and was barely moving. The period for restoring the supply of strength in at least one of the vessels should now be many years, if not centuries, because it is in movement that strength and life are. It is the movement of the Vessels that replenishes their depleted reserves.

Camrad_RIP 07.05.25 в 19:02

Following his gaze inward, he looked outward, realizing that he was hanging on a vertically standing autopsy table, the only difference being that he was not hanging like on a rack. No, he was carefully and even thoughtfully secured, just as thoughtfully deprived of the slightest possibility of movement, if you don’t count the eye sockets. There was some kind of plastic gag in his mouth, preventing him from saying a word, and also, for some reason, he was sure, preventing him from biting off his tongue or otherwise cutting himself out of the world. His rack-table was in the middle of a large and very empty room, which Igor, with some hysterical laughter, recognized as one of the large auditoriums of his native university. Only most of the furniture had been taken out, and the teacher’s podium had simply been dismantled right down to the concrete floor.

Camrad_RIP 07.05.25 в 19:04

//"I never thought I'd be back at my Alma Mater," flashed through his almost empty head. "And so quickly, too."

Camrad_RIP 04.05.25 в 15:43

On the floor, walls, ceiling, and all surfaces in general, numerous ritual signs were visible, alas, not normal, but serving as conductors of the power of the Other Side. Without actively opposing Vessels, it should be painful to even look at these signs, but the strange protection around him protected him from this, too. Exactly opposite him, in the center of the circle on the edge of which his bed was located, stood another exactly the same example of sinister furniture. And on it, just as carefully and efficiently, was fixed completely naked, Elizaveta Albertovna, whose only clothing was bracelets made of dog hair and dog fangs worn on her arms and legs. In addition to these ropes, she was entangled in completely ordinary ropes, thereby revealing a real example of BDSM, especially around both breasts. A slight sympathy for the woman passed fleetingly, whose tender and soft breasts were so harshly squeezed by the rough household rope.

Camrad_RIP 07.05.25 в 19:06

And then came a more significant thought, which formed the question: how did he even know what Elizaveta Albertovna's breasts looked, felt, and even tasted like? The answer came a moment later, along with a slight migraine and a swathe not even of memories, as he had never forgotten anything, but a realisation of what had happened. Igor replayed in his head the whole scenario of their relationship after all this mystical bullshit had started. Her visit to his house, which he had promptly forgotten. Then she'd simply questioned him, checking if he'd seen her at night, coming back clearly from a pumping session, and in someone else's company... and wished him to eat well and take care of himself for fuck's sake. He saw her through the peephole one more time, also returning in the middle of the night from a raid, but she sent him to bed right through the door, with no direct eye contact. And after that... after that was their ‘meeting’ and the interrogation in her flat, when she had already cured him and put him to sleep. She had put him to sleep, he was obviously too unnaturally tired and drowsy!

Camrad_RIP 06.05.25 в 10:40

And then there were those dreams! Vague, even now he doesn’t remember them completely, but after them, clearly unnatural things and behavioral reactions began to seem completely obvious to him. That sex right in the chair was, of course, the best in his life, and the kiss in front of the artist’s yard also left an extremely hot impression, but at the same time, dammit! Not even that. DAMMIT!!! Igor, like that prostitute from the joke, only now realized that he was literally raped. Well, or violent actions of a sexual nature were used against him, because according to the law, only a man can rape a woman, but not the other way around.

Camrad_RIP 07.05.25 в 19:08

//“Fuck, I can't believe the nonsense in my head!” - The young man's mind was in such a turmoil that he couldn't help but laugh, and that was only because of the gag that covered his mouth. - “I believed her, didn't I?”

Camrad_RIP 08.05.25 в 11:53

If she had suggested it, Igor would have jumped over the tops of high-rise buildings in a hurry to sleep with the woman he liked so much. What's wrong with that? If she was so turned on by mind games, hell knows if he'd be adamantly opposed to them or not? Or was he the one who now thought he liked those kinds of women, that he wouldn't be adamantly opposed to her fetishes, but in fact, his tastes were quite different? Maybe he had not fully recovered from the stupefaction he had been under for the last few days without realising it? And he could have guessed, he could have guessed! The Tablets of the treacherous bitch themselves literally said directly that her Lot is to work with minds and feelings, with memory and thinking. And all right, if those suspicions had been artificially removed from him, he would have been angry, but not at himself. But no, no! He himself, solely on his own faith in the kind aunt Lisa, did not even think about the fact that she had whistled to him about her Lot! He didn't want to realise the danger of such a thing at his side!

Camrad_RIP 06.05.25 в 10:38

The most frustrating thing was that Igor really had absolutely every reason to believe and trust her. She had helped him so many times, unselfishly and for nothing, had done so much for him. If Elizaveta Albertovna had been just a conniving bitch who'd screwed him over through the effect of surprise and his own stupidity, he would have suffered much less. It hurt. It hurt because he had a reason not to doubt her, not to suspect her, because for him the woman had become even closer than his own aunt, who had been so demonstratively indifferent to him. The gaze of the bound and gagged woman, who was now looking directly at him, however, expressed fear, horror, and unwillingness to die at the same time, but what was not there was certainly no remorse for what she had done. If she even realized that he'd stopped, not remembering what she'd asked him to forget waving a palm in front of his face and shook her naked breasts in his face.

Camrad_RIP 08.05.25 в 11:55

If it were otherwise, he'd have succumbed to his emotions. It's unclear just what kind. He would have sobbed like a girl, or he would have gone berserker and started tearing the throat out of the bitch who'd cheated him of his best feelings. But the situation didn't lend itself to hasty action, or any action at all. He was still hanging on the torture machine in the middle of the ominous ritual hall, bound, exhausted, and threatened with a fate worse than death. The only thing that reconciled him a little was that this deceitful woman shared the same fate.

Camrad_RIP 08.05.25 в 11:56

The scent of dog came to his nose, and his ears scratched at the words that came out of the throat of the creature that had brought them here. The voice was high and soft, a professional rhetorician's voice, almost whimpering in its pronunciation, but it made him feel cold, and his bladder didn't empty just because he was hungry and hadn't even drunk water. The voice was completely sexless; it could have belonged to a man or a woman, but there were in it notes frankly beastly, so unnatural that it made one feel nauseous, and the heart sank with some instinctive and uncontrollable conscious horror. The horror of a man in front of not even a beast, but something too close to a man, but not a man, and yet not a beast either.

Camrad_RIP 08.05.25 в 11:57

“Wow, you're calmer than I thought at first, puppy.” Such patronizing treatment did not embarrass Igor, who tried to glance in the direction of the individual speaking, for he was too frightened for any form of indignation. “I was expecting at least an indignant mooing or something. And I'm sure my ritual cleansed you completely, cleansed you of everything, but her compulsions didn't have time to ingratiate themselves. They couldn't have.”

Camrad_RIP 08.05.25 в 11:58

Igor remained silent in response, sincerely hoping that the silence was skeptical and suggestive, not deathly frightened. Apparently, his acting didn't convince his interlocutor, as she was speaking of herself in the feminine gender, but he got a certain change in his condition. Touching something cold to the back of his head and then the gag-spacer left his face, falling to the ground, and Igor was surprised to recognize it as a sex shop gag. Well, it was a logical choice, though a little outrageous. A moment later, the one who was talking to him, albeit one-sidedly, appeared before him, and the young man barely kept himself from fainting shamefully.

Camrad_RIP 08.05.25 в 12:04

She wasn't ugly in the sense of ugly, though she wasn't any good-looking either. She was tall, over two meters tall and hideously skinny, androgynous, covered only by a shapeless, sleeveless coat of dog hair. Her face, while retaining human features, seemed to be the face of a yard dog, despite her generally quite model-like features. A slightly different accent, a slightly different nature of facial expression, irregular body movements, just as the late mayor was easily recognizable in dog form, so the dog was easily recognizable in her form. She reeked of the foul stench of the Other Side, and when he focused his gaze on her, she smiled an unnaturally wide smile, showing the most ordinary of human teeth, only the dog's grin was so obvious in that smile that it almost hurt. And, as if seeing his gaze, she lowered the canopy of her disguise slightly, letting him see the Vessels spinning in a reverse spiral.

Camrad_RIP 08.05.25 в 12:06

All fucking thirteen of them, filled and ready to fight.

Camrad_RIP 04.05.25 в 15:43

The already absent fighting mood after this demonstration died in a twitch, laid in the same grave as the trust and faith in the best that had already been shattered. Igor, in fact, was amazed at his own mental fortitude, amazed that he found a place for humor at least in his thoughts, because the situation was not even bad, but just a complete fuck-up. Meanwhile, the creature in the guise of a man, smiling with the smile of a petting dog, walked around him, checked the work of the signs, removed the gag, and clearly enjoyed his silence, the fact that he simply did not know what to say. The creature wasn't even frightening; it was terrifying. Primarily by reasonableness and repressed insanity. In the faces and behavior of the previously killed servants of the Other Side, the stamp of degradation was visible, the fact of losing not so much intellect as the framework of reasonableness.

Camrad_RIP 08.05.25 в 12:15

This one was different, not a rabid cur at all. No, before him stood a seasoned man-eating dog, able and loving to use the spark of reason.

Camrad_RIP 04.05.25 в 15:45

Her madness was like a carefully tamed and chained beast, trained for blood, and had much in common with a blast furnace, where deadly flame and heat were subject to an unwavering will.

Camrad_RIP 04.05.25 в 15:46

"What awaits us?" He was the first to break down, despising himself for how his voice trembled and how obvious his fear was. Despite all his attempts, he could not hide it even in the smallest things. "What awaits me?"

Camrad_RIP 04.05.25 в 15:55

"Oh, how pleasant this division into me and us is, how sharp the fragments of meaning are, like pieces of bone rubbing against broken flesh.? She laughs a yapping and whimpering laugh that makes me feel unnaturally nauseous and even more horrified. "What awaits you both? Change and the power of the One Who Takes, the Greatest Mistress, the Boundless Cruelty. There is the Other Side waiting for both of you, infinite and flawless, but it just so happens to be waiting for both of you in different ways. Interested to hear more, pup?"

Camrad_RIP 05.05.25 в 20:42

Her playful treatment, behavior, words, and manner of conversation naturally made him sick, and he was not the only one, for he saw how the body of the suspended Elizaveta Albertovna was covered with sticky sweat, and knew that he looked exactly the same. Knew that answering this cunt, even just talking to her was already dangerous to his psyche and common sense. Knew that he didn't want to know the details of exactly what this scum had in store for both of them. He knew that nothing depended on his reluctance at the moment.

Camrad_RIP 05.05.25 в 20:43

"You wish, I can see it. You wish, but you're afraid to find out, puppy. - She caresses him affectionately on the cheek, so that Igor does not vomit on himself and her hand, but only by sheer effort of will, she continues to reveal her plan. "The Other Side awaits you both, but it will wait for her at the tip of a knife, and for you, you Igkhor, it awaits in the hilt of that knife. A path to greatness and madness awaits you, which you will curb and put at your service. And I will. I'll help you, I'll lift you up, and you'll stand at my Mountain of Bones."

Camrad_RIP 06.05.25 в 11:03

There was so much genuine surprise in his eyes that he forgot his fear for a moment. What he hadn't expected was the villain's classic ‘together we will rule Galactica’ speech. But the creature's face was absolutely serious, absolutely cruel, eager to show its cruelty. There was no way to see it as an operatic villain, no way even to laugh, because no one would laugh at being one step away from something like that, one short touch away from it.

Camrad_RIP 06.05.25 в 10:23

"Don't be surprised, puppy. You know the answer yourself, you suspect its nature." The words flow like the yapping of a pet corgi and the barking of a poodle, molasses in his ears, poisoning his mind, and robbing him of his will. "Exactly the same reasons as dear Lisa, only I was more honest. I'm giving you an ultimatum, puppy, a choice between two paths, one of which you will have to choose. Your Gifts, that's what it's all about. Oh, you have no idea how valuable you are, how much they mean. You will accept the Almighty, one way or another. Her touch will destroy all but one of the Vessels, burn out all but one of the Tablets. But the Gifts. Oh, the Gifts will stay with you. And, of course, with me too, pup."

Camrad_RIP 06.05.25 в 10:30

She steps away from him, eliciting an involuntary sob of relief, steps back and strokes Elizaveta Albertovna, who is trembling in frosty terror, through her hair, runs her fingers along her cheek, touches her neck and collarbones. There is such disgust and horror in the woman's eyes that he almost feels sorry for her, in spite of all she has done to him, in spite of the way she has deceived him. And the creature finished its caress, as if it were stroking a dog, only it was a dog itself, and that made it even nastier, and stepped aside, pointing at the crucified ‘ally’ with a broad gesture.

Camrad_RIP 06.05.25 в 10:34