Zeros' wagged his finger in front of his face as he made a 'tsk' sound with his free hand while floating a few feet in front of Armic.
"Ah...young, what was it, Armci?" He questioned as he gazed at him with half lidded eyes. "I said I would kill you, but I didn't say how." He said with an evil gaze at Armic. "I will kill your spirit. Once I defeat you, I will leave you in a bloodied heap, within an inch of your life, but I will not kill you." He said with an evil chuckle.
"Oh no. I will not do that and you can thank your evil deity Qor for that. For after I beat you down within an inch of your life, I will use the god part of my blood to use an anceint, forbidden spell I came across. This 'spell' is the ultimate form of tourture. I will let you live and recover, but the spell I will cast will eat away at your life and magic force as your body will slowly drain of any energies, steadily making you weaker, draining your magic and lifeforce permanetly so they cannot recover." He let out another evil chuckle as he gazed at Armic.
"But that's not the best part. As the spell slowly drains all forces of life, it will allow you to hold onto a sliver of life, just enough to live, but you will not be able to move an inch and no matter how much demonic interferance you have. This spell also anchors YOUR soul and ANY other soul into your body to the sliver of lifeforce, which will never go away. Your body and soul will remain forever on Midgard, never allowed to pass on into the afterlife, then you will WISH I would have sent you into the next-life." Zeros' roared with laughter as he glared at Armic and smiled grimly.
"This is the ultimate tourture. I'm sure if you ask your Deity about it, as I'm sure he's well versed in this tourture method, that is, IF he stays around long enough." He said grimly with an evil glint still evedent in his eyes. As he was saying all this, he was chanting a spell in his head as he used his free hand and waved it in a vauge gesture.
Crackles of magical energy arched around the length of Zeros' and Armic, expanding for about 30 yards then stopping, forming a barrier around them, allowing nothing to get in or out, including souls, magic or bodies.