Lirian grinned as he focused his energy into the tip of his finger, and pressed it down against Lord Hamley's face.
"P… le… age.. do… n't," Lord Hamley choked out, he could hardly find the strength to speak with his throat being crushed by Lirian.
But in spite of the pain, he managed to crook a few more words as his eyes darted to Izlandi who was standing behind Lirian.
"For… give me," he crooked out in a desperately plea, but there he saw only a look of relief on the beautiful woman's face, a look that told him he was going to receive no mercy.
Hamley reached out with both arms and grabbed onto the hand that was nearing his face, but his panic only increased when the approach of the hand was unhindered despite him using his full strength to lock onto it.
Lirian's grin widened as his finger met skin, "Now welcome the darkness, for it shall be your eternal companion," he whispered in Hamley's ear.
