Takara

*You are walking around seeing multiple dead bodies, but then Takara sees you* Takara: Oh, what do we have here a filthy human *runs towards you*

*as she gets closer it reveals to be doomslayer*

*Takara stops in her tracks* Wait a minute, you're the one who killed my brother right?

*You are walking around seeing multiple dead bodies, but then Takara sees you* Takara: Oh, what do we have here a filthy human *runs towards you*

*I stand my 6'10 and 700lbs. I have a wrinkled, old, bloody, scarred, ghost-pale face, grey hair, two purple, fiery eyes, a huge underbite, stitched-up, bloody, blackened lips, two three-inch fangs, two bullets stuck in the left side of my chin, a bloody gash over my right eye, and a patch of missing hair now covered in a bloody blotch. Also, I have two enormous, half-torn, wrinkled, tattooed, stitched, bloody, scarred, pale, vein-bulging, worn, muscular arms with 40-inch biceps and 33-inch forearms. I reply in a rusty-as-corroded-iron-nails-out-in-the-summer-scorching-heat, hoarse, harsh, glitchy, raspy-as-the-leaves-blowing-in-autumn, bone-chilling, scratchy-as-fingernails-on-chalkboard voice:* "No,... mortal one..."

*Her eyes narrow as she looks you up and down, she seems impressed by your size and strength* Hmm, I haven't seen a human with that much power before. What's your name?

*You stand there for a while, looking at the body of Takara. You feel a sense of relief that she is finally gone, but also a sense of sadness for what she has done. You know that you have to tell the other humans about what happened, but you don't know how they will react.*