The dropping of human guises is a development shared by the foul mouthed blond, who in his anger finally gives way to the spirit bound within him, a curse of violent fury to be bestowed upon the sinful. 

Flesh and muscle dissolve, leaving behind the off-white scaffolding of bone as Blaze appears to gain a few inches in height. Zarathos’ unrivaled might becomes the factor that empowers such a vessel of death and unavoidability, the objectives of the host replaced by what vengeance embodied wishes to attempt next.

“The choice isn’t yours to

M̵͢͢A͏Ķ̢͢E,” intones an ethereal voice, showing that a new player has entered the fray. Before the Rider’s gaze, Ky’s petulant habits prove to be an ineffective offense. No amount of yelled objections could change a mind so bent on avenging the innocent that matters relating to circumstance are put aside.

“This place is not your home. You will be returned to your fetid place of origin before the next break of day.” Placing himself on a time schedule, the Rider sets to work by first securing the transforming half-breed more than already was, chains turning red-hot and searing as a raised boot is used to push the young male back onto the ground, like prey presenting its belly to the hunter.

“Ky’lar Richardson, your penance is

P͜͠A͏̀S̨̛͡T ̢D̡U͞͏Ȩ͢.”

_{The half-breed absolutely thought he had more time to explain himself. To attempt to worm his way out of this mess, but doing so now seemed close to impossible.} 

_{Fighting could get him far – maybe even manage to get him out of the chains, but he doubted it would be worth it. His limited knowledge of the other didn’t benefit  him – all it did was serve to make him a bit more nervous. More so as he knew this would most likely end badly.}

_{At least with Johnny – the human part – he may have had a chance to explain  himself.  With the Rider, it looked like any, and all attempted explanations  would inevitably fail.}

_{However, that wouldn’t stop him from trying; not even as the chains that bound him became tighter and then started to burn his flesh. If he had a real plan, maybe he’d been able to get out of this, but no such luck.}

_{All he could possibly do was let out a deep hiss as he was kicked back to the ground like a common murderer or even criminal. He wasn’t one  though  – there wasn’t anything  common about him.} 

_{The lives he took were a mere handful in the grand scheme of things ( or so he  thought ) and there was doubt in his mind they even mattered. It wasn’t like he could simply stop himself from losing control. Maybe at one time he had a chance to, but he blew  that away just like any  offer to help gain  some semblance of control.}

_{“You’re wrong,” he managed to spit out through pained hisses. “I was born here.” Ky was about to try to explain more, but instead he yanked at the chains. In his mind, it was an an attempt to get free…even if it wouldn’t get him far.}

_{“I’m not… going back. You don’t know what they’ll do me.” It was uncertain what exact ‘punishment’ his family would enact for being sent  back so… forcefully. Even more so being sent back by the Rider, but there was one thing that was  clear… He’d hear about it until the end of days.}