[She wasn't expecting something like this. Her head (or rather blob) looks up at them and she musters up something of a smile. This is nice...she was expecting to die on some battlefield against the Red Army. The Order would mourn and move on to defeat the evil destroying the universe and she wasn't expecting anything special.
And yet with these people around her, it feels nice. She's happy as her form droops down and swirls around those near her as it becomes nothing more than a puddle on the floor. It certainly did not look like a person was there but to them...she was human.
CW: Body Horror/Death
And yet with these people around her, it feels nice. She's happy as her form droops down and swirls around those near her as it becomes nothing more than a puddle on the floor. It certainly did not look like a person was there but to them...she was human.
Kerri, the Priest of the Sherry, is dead.]