Neos
Don't be mistaken
Your bloody time's up
Your bloody time's up
"Every realm has some sort of problem, never fails," Neos muttered to himself, shaking his head. "I don't think the Voice had a chance to 'choose' in my case with how I got literally tossed onto my side here, but there's no telling."
Neos gave a bit of a deep-throated chuckle regarding Sah cursing out a god or two to their faces. "But have you ever fought any of them face-to-face," he asked with a smile on his face before pulling aside his black jacket and untucking the front of the turtleneck sweater he was wearing.
He revealed two things: both the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt under it and a gnarly burn mark that still looked slightly like it was still smoldering even now. "Ended up captured at one point by a tribal race known as the Amalj'aa, which are reptilian humanoids. They were going to sacrifice me and others captured alongside me to their race's god, a fiery being known as Ifrit, the Lord of the Inferno. And by 'sacrifice', they were going to offer us to their god so that he could 'baptise' us in his flames, which would brainwash us into worshipping him...which would increase Ifrit's standing power even further."
He let the sweater drop before saying, "While I avoided those enslaving flames through the aid of an unknown-to-me entity at the time, I didn't avoid all of them when he attacked and tried to kill me. Managed to barely take him down enough to make the fiery being retreat, but he ended up landing that slash at one point. After about..." He then looked up for a moment before saying, "...I'd say 9? 10? years now?, that still has never fully healed, so it does still burn somewhat after all this time." He then shrugged before looking back down towards Sah. "I've gotten used to the pain by now, though it still sucks if someone lands a hit there."
Neos gave a bit of a deep-throated chuckle regarding Sah cursing out a god or two to their faces. "But have you ever fought any of them face-to-face," he asked with a smile on his face before pulling aside his black jacket and untucking the front of the turtleneck sweater he was wearing.
He revealed two things: both the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt under it and a gnarly burn mark that still looked slightly like it was still smoldering even now. "Ended up captured at one point by a tribal race known as the Amalj'aa, which are reptilian humanoids. They were going to sacrifice me and others captured alongside me to their race's god, a fiery being known as Ifrit, the Lord of the Inferno. And by 'sacrifice', they were going to offer us to their god so that he could 'baptise' us in his flames, which would brainwash us into worshipping him...which would increase Ifrit's standing power even further."
He let the sweater drop before saying, "While I avoided those enslaving flames through the aid of an unknown-to-me entity at the time, I didn't avoid all of them when he attacked and tried to kill me. Managed to barely take him down enough to make the fiery being retreat, but he ended up landing that slash at one point. After about..." He then looked up for a moment before saying, "...I'd say 9? 10? years now?, that still has never fully healed, so it does still burn somewhat after all this time." He then shrugged before looking back down towards Sah. "I've gotten used to the pain by now, though it still sucks if someone lands a hit there."
This ain't no game
We're not here to entertain you
We're not here to entertain you
