Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161207223955

Tragoedia and Mizuki safely made it to the Bullhead, but as Diaboli motioned for Nobel to board as well, he reached out and grabbed his cloak as he passed and pulled him closer.

"I'll be with you in a moment! Just need to finish this!" he shouted over the noise, before releasing him. Turning, he once again faced Veneni, who was still struggling to comprehend the situation developing before them.

"It's over! You've lost!" Diaboli shouted, waving his hands at the scene around them as the concrete beneath their feet began to shift and tilt. Veneni, unable to speak, stared at Diaboli, as if he hadn't heard him. But then he wiped his bloodied mouth with the sleeve of his coat, and when his hand moved away, for once Smiler wasn't smiling. His face was instead pulled downwards in a twisted scowl that could mean a number of different emotions - none of them good.

Veneni didn't seem prepared to give up just yet, though. With a noiseless roar, he charged up the concrete slope that was slowly rising towards Diaboli - knife in hand. He moved so quickly, in fact, that Diaboli - knife in hand - barely managed to block the attack.

Quite literally, in fact. Veneni's eyes widened in surprise as Occam's Razor tore through the flesh and bone of Diaboli's left palm - the point of the knife just barely piercing the skin over his heart. Through gritted teeth, Diaboli let out a shaky laugh as he watched Smiler struggle to yank his knife out of Diaboli's mutilated hand.

"Too bad, Veneni..." he told his former best friend, before reaching into his pocket and retrieving the syringe of concentrated Darkening Nobel had prepared for him. With one arm holding his knife, and the other too damaged to work, Veneni could only watch in shock as Diaboli plunged the syringe downwards into Veneni's neck - directly into his jugular vein. He quickly pushed Diaboli away, but it was too late. Already, the liquid had corrupted his body - turning black on contact with his blood. His skin turned pale and sickly as the colour quickly drained from his face, until he was as pale as a ghost, with only black veins indicating that he was still alive.

Veneni writhed in pain and horror as the drug infected and poisoned him, but couldn't stop as Diaboli leapt forward and planted both his feet on Veneni's chest, before kicking outwards with his legs and somersaulting into the waiting Bullhead. Veneni, meanwhile, was thrown backwards, and by the time he clambered to his feet, the ground beneath him was already crumbling away. The last Diaboli saw of his former partner-in-crime was his pale face screaming in pain and frustration as he disappeared into the horrendous mess of rumble and hungry Grimm below them.