forum Claimed Chat Group (Derlik Approved)
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(I KEEP FINDING THESE MEMES THAT ARE BASICALLY FROM THE CLAIMED TO THE GODS LMAOOOO)
(Now that's what I call childhood trauma!)
(If gay means happy, then i'm not gay)
(It's fine I'll get over it. *Has mental break down)
(Ow, stop it that hurts!)
(Fuck, I dropped my mental stability)

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(ALL OF THESE ARE ACCURATE XD)

Derlik would have responded to Kye, if not for the fact Wren had caught him off guard. The god, as promised, was frozen right where he was the moment Wren's hand went into his mouth. He glared down at the man, shocked. How did he know?? Derlik hadn't bothered reading through earlier parts of the chat…

Elliot is typing…
Elliot: I'm kinda surprised he hasn't come bursting into my room yet…

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Wren glared at the god before him, his arm inside his mouth up to his elbow now. The insides of a god felt disgusting despite the hollowness of it all. It was then that the boy's fingertips brushed against something smooth. Gotcha.
The Claimed grabbed hold of the soul and tore it out with a hard yank. He watched the image of Derlik dissipate into the orb in his hands. It was larger than human souls, which was expected. And despite the fact that he held his enemy in his palms… he couldn't smile. "Cocky bastard…" he muttered, before turning to sit on the ground with his phone again.

Kye felt something strange fill his entire body. In all his years, nothing like this had ever happened. The forest around him seemed to cry out, the other souls around him confused.
Something was wrong… and he had a feeling it had to do with Wren.

Kye is typing…
Kye: Wren… what did you do…?

Wren is typing…
Wren: Only what was deserved.

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(the chat still is, Wren just might not be able to participate because Derlik is going to take his hands :) )

Elliot is typing…
Elliot: you
Elliot: you managed to do it??

Derlik was… Enraged. Unlike human souls, when like this Derlik was actually trapped inside the orb that Matt up his soul. He paced back and forth, letting out an scream of frustration.

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Wren glanced down at the orb in his palms upon hearing a tiny, angry screams. "Doesn't feel good not being in control, does it, darling?" he asked. The pet name felt disgusting in his own mouth as it sounded when Derlik said it. "I'll tell you what. After a little longer in there, I'll let you go and you can kill me. I don't even care if you erase my soul if that's a possible thing," he suggested, seeming entirely bored. He glanced at his phone.

Wren is typing…
Wren: I did. And I don't care. I've died before, I can die again.
Wren: I'm making him suffer like he made all of us suffer. If only for a little while.

Kye is typing…
Kye: … you don't have to do this.

Wren is typing…
Wren: Yes I do. I'm tired of sitting in here being punished for something I'm not sorry for. I'm tired of being used.

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(well.)
(He snapped.)

Derlik glared at the wall of his prison as he heard Wren speak. Oh, he was going to, even if it meant sparking a war with Marcos. He'd crush Wren's soul to dust, feel as everything that made up the boy fell between his fingers and turned to nothing.

Elliot is typing…
Elliot: Wren…
Elliot: I'm getting Marcos. This is going way too far