Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-25826165-20150825035701

Dust circled the floor around a small dilemma. The room was dark, the only sound being the dripping liquid coming from the ceiling in the corner. The sides of the room were filled with large platforms that could only be stood on if one were to climb the columns keeping the platform up.

"I thought you were my friend..." Parade pushed her two cupped hands down on Nyx's neck- who was struggling under the counterpart's grasp. Eventually, Nyx managed to lift Parade's two hands off of her, only for her to be choked now by something different- two more hands? They had very lengthy fingers, while the hands themselves looked almost like sharpened black figures that were coming off from Parade's back.

"Pa-agh-Parade... don't do this..." Nyx coughed out, her arms now being pinned down by more mystical hands as well. She looked up at Parade's enraged face to see a weak, dark arm sprouting from her cheek, the same happening on her shoulder.

Nyx's priest-like clothing began to grow dirtied from Parade's attack. Finally, the Creator went unconscious. Slowly, Parade let go, ready to unleash her extra limbs if needed. A minute passed, and Nyx was still down and passed out.

Parade stood from her victory, panting. A small smile ventured onto her face, and a jaunty chuckle escaped her lips as well. She glanced up from Nyx's body, seeing a door wide open.

"Finally..." 