Curse the plague that's yet to, yet to come

[Groshyr]

Everything disappeared like it never existed: the human mind was left to drift in the endless nothing, until it started to slowly fill with violet fog, forming a figure in a long robe with a mask, showing three faces: angry, sad and happy. Each face was directed to different side, but all had spread glow from place where eyes were supposed to be. Once the figure appeared fully, the silence was broken. "Suffer your lesson."

In the real world, the human body began to rise into the air. The Oracle's eyes were wide open and his pupils hid behind the eyelid - it could appear that the man was in a trance, but in essence what was happening could be compared to torment without causing any physical injury - Achelous was tormenting the brazen man with the power of their mind, fighting with the broken mind of a broken creature. A creature that couldn't feel anything in his state of mind - but he didn't need to. The Incubi was going to make Israfel to suffer for a long time, as they had it.