#V;; praesidium ( ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᶠᵃˡˡˢ˒ ᴵ'ᵈ ᵇˡᵉᵉᵈ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ᵈʳʸ)

[patrociinar-blog]

@nxtwhatheseems || closed starter

Bill knew that portal would bring nothing but trouble. The demon knew that.       But did he DO anything? NO!

And now half the town could be OBLITERATED BY NUCLEAR BLAST because of his negligence. Stupid stupid stupid!

Bill hadn’t run like this since the days of Trembly. Then again, he had no reason to run since those days. In any NORMAL situation, the demon would have teleported to the scene of action and skip this whole running nonsense. But, to teleport now would be seriously reckless. The amount of sheer force this open portal was generating would tear his molecules to bits if he tried to teleport. So, running it was.

He didn’t bother knocking on the shack’s door before swinging it open. He looked around--the force of the portal creating waves in his sight--as his empathy pulled him down the stairs. The only thing stronger than the nuclear force of this portal was the force of the agony occurring down in the basement.

The demon flew down  the stairs two at a time to save those precious milliseconds. The portal seemed to be stable--but Aloxal knew how long it would hold. The closer he came to the basement the harder it was the withstand the combined forces of the pain he felt from the brothers mixed with the pure energy that was radiating from the machine. But the demon didn’t slow his pace. Even if the two forces were causing a migraine that intensified with every beat of his racing heart. Bill put a gloved hand to his head and continued down.

Then, as he was approaching the last flight of stairs, it stopped. The portal’s energy ceased. The headache settled, and Bill shook his head to clear it. It stopped...? 

His empathy reported anger shifting into SHOCK... that slowly morphed into a quiet and singular GRIEF.

Bill kicked the door open. He stopped a lone Pines kneeling on the floor. He could only utter a quiet word as realization set in.

“ St-stanley?! ”