***Looking into her eyes as she asked him the question, Dylious halted, frozen, like a deer in headlights. Slowly now he approached her, she stood still, Dylious' eyes go black as he wraps his hand in her hair, jerking her close to his massive frame...***

"I..."

he babbled for the right words,

"I know not of what I do."

Dylious' vague statement was reached far into dark plummeting pile of truth, he whispers now,

"I don't know why I have to destroy you all, I just know that I do..."

With a pleading look overcoming his face he speaks again,

"I can't stop now Charon... I must..."

he tightens his left hand around her throat,

"...I must, destroy you... then your father."

***The control Mortismere had over Dylious was overwhelming, it was becoming clear that not even Dylious' thoughts for the most part were his own, Dylious become fully weaved into Mortismere web of darkness. Closer her pulls Charon to his chest, bringing them face to face, his lip quivering as they nearly touch...***

"Help....?"

His face turns quizzically,

"Help me?"

***Mortismere's eyes dart over to Dylious...***

"Crush her now Dylious!!!"

Mortismere commands,

***Dylious jerks his head over to his master, then focuses back in on Charon who is now being lifted just above the mat from her feet, Dylious roars into her face then slams her to the canvas. Charon sends a barrage of blunt elbows to Dylious' head, but to no definite avail as Dylious starts choking the life from her, tears of blood streaming down his face...he whispers***

"Please, PLEASE, help me!!!"

***Dylious grabs her head now and starts slamming it into the mat, then places his knees onto her chest, pinning her arms down as he starts beating on his chest like a wild animal, roaring into the air.***