Accepting fate, Lazarius leaves a sign on Plagues door, an odd amalgamation of symbols (he forgot the native tongue and writing of this area was English) writing out "DO NOT DISTURB". He makes his way inside, and uses paint to begin making the ritualistic circle in the center of the room, trapping the mask and any spirits within it and/or bound to it within the circle. He lights the candles within their sub-circles, connects them, draws the circle within that, it's sub-circles, and repeats in hopes of intensifying the strength of the runes. He writes within the circles, and finally places the mask in the center, and is instantly sucked in. Plauge's dreamscape is no longer it's usual mother of pearl sky with a white field, but instead a black sky with dark, thistley floors. Plauge was no where in sight, but the distant eyes of Void were clearly visible. Void began his usual schpeil about "insignificance" and how "Lazarius was a mistake, and cannot accomplish anything". Rather than get his blood boiling, Lazarius started to laugh, as he realized what was REALLY going on.
"So then, you bumbling idiot. Are you ready to accept another aeon of tortu-"
"Can it, emover. You go ON and ON about how little I can accomplish and just how 'powerful' you are. Well? Let's see it then. come on, show me the power that then 'demon of the night'. Let's see what makes you so special to be HIM's right-hand-man." Lazarius snickers, and his usual bubble, nasaly tone returns.
"You obviously wish for a painful removal from this world." Void taunts, now smirking, taking on a "body" of sorts within the mindscape, instead of his usual gaseous self.
"Listen, bucko, I have had just about enough of your going on and on about how great you are. Like seriously man, get a mirror and keep your creepy self-adoration that is borderline public indecency to yourself." Lazarius snickers. But, as he wished, Void had shown his power, and long steel spikes shot up from the ground beneath him, impaling each limb, along with his torso.
"You see, you yellow-clad waste of space, I am like a god. While you are still more pitiful than a pillbug within my presence." Void continues to taunt, now going to remove the skin from Lazarius, and uncover the eye socket beneath the eyepatch- but wait... why is this skin rubbery... and why did his blood smell of... ketchup?
"You may be more powerful than me where the playing field is equal, bucko. But here, here I control half of everything. And if what I assume what you did to plague is right..." Suddenly a fist coated in a silvery material right hooks the face of the supposed demon of the night, knocking a tooth out in the process. As he flies into the distance, the arm shifts from well, an arm, to a much more rounded, sharp shape.
"Always you had to go on and on and on about how much better you were. But with Plague a layer deeper in his psyche, I AM A GOD HERE. Face it Void, this is where it ends, and to make it worse, your life ends at my hands. Ironic, isn't it?" Lazarius' smile shifts to one of sarcasm and sadism. "OH AM I GOING TO HAVE FUN WITH YOU." He now walks slowly to the confused and limp body of his foe.
"So then, you bumbling idiot. Are you ready to accept another aeon of tortu-"
"Can it, emover. You go ON and ON about how little I can accomplish and just how 'powerful' you are. Well? Let's see it then. come on, show me the power that then 'demon of the night'. Let's see what makes you so special to be HIM's right-hand-man." Lazarius snickers, and his usual bubble, nasaly tone returns.
"You obviously wish for a painful removal from this world." Void taunts, now smirking, taking on a "body" of sorts within the mindscape, instead of his usual gaseous self.
"Listen, bucko, I have had just about enough of your going on and on about how great you are. Like seriously man, get a mirror and keep your creepy self-adoration that is borderline public indecency to yourself." Lazarius snickers. But, as he wished, Void had shown his power, and long steel spikes shot up from the ground beneath him, impaling each limb, along with his torso.
"You see, you yellow-clad waste of space, I am like a god. While you are still more pitiful than a pillbug within my presence." Void continues to taunt, now going to remove the skin from Lazarius, and uncover the eye socket beneath the eyepatch- but wait... why is this skin rubbery... and why did his blood smell of... ketchup?
"You may be more powerful than me where the playing field is equal, bucko. But here, here I control half of everything. And if what I assume what you did to plague is right..." Suddenly a fist coated in a silvery material right hooks the face of the supposed demon of the night, knocking a tooth out in the process. As he flies into the distance, the arm shifts from well, an arm, to a much more rounded, sharp shape.
"Always you had to go on and on and on about how much better you were. But with Plague a layer deeper in his psyche, I AM A GOD HERE. Face it Void, this is where it ends, and to make it worse, your life ends at my hands. Ironic, isn't it?" Lazarius' smile shifts to one of sarcasm and sadism. "OH AM I GOING TO HAVE FUN WITH YOU." He now walks slowly to the confused and limp body of his foe.