Now that was uncalled for. This was the first time in a while a Vagrant-affiliated entity demanded anything from him in that tone. A strong one, too. Talking for everyone so surely... It was time to show it how malleable the human mind was in the right circumstances.
– Dolly, oh, oh, we come, dolly... Dolly, oh, oh, we come to play...
His mind roiled again, and a vortex of colours covered the Oracle's body. A misshapen silhouette, trembling and swaying. Instead of meeting resistance, the Incubus met a swathe of irrational emotions, thoughts and sensations. Growing like a cancerous tumour, an amalgam of addled mind covering Israfel simply couldn't comprehend the order, and the body was unable to respond to outside stimuli.
Still, something spoke from within.
– I'm a million different things, you know. Not just your personal fetching doggie. I don't hear Melia or Eris speaking here, just you alone, knowing naught of humans' ways despite being attached to one for a time. You poor thing... If you wish to use the Darklings you must learn how to live in the dark and see in it as bright as in any day! You are blinded by your own light, you poor thing!
The amalgam seemed to move everywhere and nowhere at once, slightly fading, as if losing connection with reality.
