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Post by Shae the Bat on Apr 2, 2006 0:31:16 GMT -5
In Robotropolis, Gulo's repairs had been completed, he entered the command room and checked in with Eggman before leaveing for Aegis.
"Hello, Father, I'm ready to move out to Aegis.. said Gulo
"Ah eggsellent Gulo, carry on then.. take one of the shuttles in the hangar and join Lucian and Apophis." said Eggman
"On my way then.." said Gulo, leaving the room That's it, fatman, keep believing you're in charge.. your biggest mistake was leaving me my memories.. when you stole my body and turned it into this cold shell.. and I'll never forgive you for this.. my so-called.. Father.
Gulo left into the hangar and boarded the Shuttle, flying off towards Aegis and Eggman's Deep Core Research/Supply base. The shuttle zoomed through the Mobian skies, a quite superior speed to that of a normal aircraft. It wouldn't be long before Gulo would arrive in Aegis, and turn the tides of this raging battle...
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Post by CC on Apr 2, 2006 9:21:29 GMT -5
Tala stood slowly and surely, her every move now betraying her new powers, when she is fully upright she looks to her Lord and bows her head once more towards him, "As always My Lord, it will be a pleasure to serve you to the utmost of my capacity... I thank you for this most amazing gift upon one such as myself"
Her words are simple and clear, but with a radiance behind them and an eerie touch that sounds as if they are coming from ever so far away. For the first time in a long while she smiles, sharing the joy of Syntaru and the moment of connection shared. She move slightly to the side, knowing that he is through with her for the moment and she stays thusly, waiting for his command, at his side for as long as his will allowed it.
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The lights seem to switch on once more in the once dark chamber but no longer is the cat in the thinking room- instead she finds herself standing upon the edge of a cliff. The drop is too far down and too steep to even think of it as an exit but as she turns around she can see a light dirt path spread out before her. The sun in the distance begins to rise brightly in a clear blue sky and the last stars seem to melt from the sky. A bird chirps somewhere nearby and the cat looks up, instincts taking over and her predator eyes zoom in upon the creature. It flits in the air lazily, diving and playing in the currents of breeze and CC watches it with animated interest until it disappears into the nearby forest. On all fours, the cat follows the path into the forest, for a moment not noticing the regression in her nature and instead just letting curiousity and feralness guide her way.
Hopping down from a grassy ledge she lands smoothly upon a fallen log, her bright eyes catch a glimpse of movement and with speed that suprises some far reaches of her mind she pounces upon a small mouse. It writhes under her paws and in a moment of pride she lifts the paw up the examine her prey, slamming it down again when the tiny brown mouse attempts to escape. She can feel it stop moving under her paw, she can smell the sweat scent of its fear and she knows that she has it right where she wants it - she lifts up her paw again and lets it scamper away into the dense underbrush, knowing full well that she is not hungry at the moment and that she need not waste any food.
Continuing along the path she comes to a large forest, the trees loom above her but she is not concerned, this is HER land and she knows every nook and cranny. SOon she comes to a small stream and she leans down her head to take a drink from the cool refreshing water but before she gets a chance to do so, something catches her attention - but this time it is no simple field mouse. A sharp scent reaches her nose and her hackes raise and ears go back, tail twitching slightly. She looks across the water to see a pair of dangerous red eyes staring back and before she can even think properly it lunges across the stream, pouncing upon her with its claws digging into her flesh. She yowls in pain and anger and with quick reflexes swats back at the foe, letting instinct and ability take over. She rolls with the creature, not letting herself get pinned, and swats at it with her large, strong paws. Her claws dig into its flesh and it screams as blood begins to pour out of its fresh wounds, but it does not stop. They fight a long and arduous duel but at the end the predatory female emerges the victor, leaving the lifeless lump of flesh behind as she washes the blood and gore off of her dark coloured fur in the stream.
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Post by Shae the Bat on Apr 2, 2006 14:40:59 GMT -5
Syntaru looked at Tala and waved his hand at her, dismissing her from his sight. He had been in Shadow Form for too long, and he neeed to retreat into the Void. The shadow faded away, leaving the cave empty. Only the followers remained within the stone walls.
Back in the Chaos Realm, Aries was becoming anxious. It was taking longer than one would think for the Goddess to recover from Shae's attack. It angered Aries intensely, knowing that a friend, as close as a brother, would allow himself to be consumed by evil.
"Damn you Shae.. you bastard.. I can't believe you would do this.. you and I have faught alongside Aurora for a century.. even in Mercia, you and I pledged ourselves to the Goddess.. what would mak-" said Aries, pausing upon having a revalation. "Magnus... that day you were killed.. he must have cast a shadow spell on you.. but that would only become active if you had touched one of the Carbon Statues in the temp-- that must be it.. he must have gone to one of the temples while retrieving the warriors."
Aries pounded a fist against the wall, the other Vanguards in the room looked at him with curious brows. He looked back at them, then turned his gaze back to the floor. Elsewhere, Gulo was typing something on his arm's keypad, the pilot tried to peek at what he was doing, but couldn't take his view from the skies ahead long enough to catch anything of use.
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Post by Stealth Greyblade on Apr 3, 2006 13:25:06 GMT -5
Inside the chamber stealth howled with pain as immages of his past flasshed rapidly through his head. Fialures and the pain of each event surged through his body. Yet despite this voices hissed through his mind. He had ingored them since he got in there but now they were becoming more prominate."Soul....rejection.....you reject your soul....brings pain to others......why do you reject your heart.......your light....darkness is in your heart...it posions your light...makes you rejected....the poisons of doubt are strong.......he had it too.."The voices said as sudenly a frozen immage of himself fighting the bat. He seemed to be talking but right now the voices came back into his head. "He too had doubts but in the end he saw the light...listened to his heart....and unleashed the light."They hissed in his ear. Sudnely the picture began to move as the fox stormed at the bat his finger pointed at him acusingly."I cant let you do this all the pain your causing WHY? WHY?!! Just to destory someone in those scroolls. Well you can stop looking cause you found him."The fox cired out as he closed his eyes and scremed as his fur went pure white and his eyes turned into sky blue spheres and kinetic energy spraked around his paws. The picture stopped and the voices returned. He accpeted his light and his fate...fighting along side the goddess and helped contain syhntaru, lpushing him back a year so the goddesses champions could stop him...his zone is now free. Now your world fate hangs in the blannace. THe only way it can be saved is for ALL of the goddess champions to band together and fight this evil! Accept your fate and your light! Join them in your quest. With the bat gripped in syntarus grasp. She needs ALL of her champions now.."Stealth just backed off shaking his head. "But Im a mortal......."he protested. "So were they at one point or another, even for the breifest of moments. The voice said flashing the pictures of SYth...Shae...pyscosis....CiCi..... "The hearts and souls of mortals can be the strongest weapons to weild!"came the voices once more, drowning out another protest from the fox.
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Post by CC on Apr 3, 2006 14:17:13 GMT -5
Tala bows and then leaves the large throne room, walking in silence back to her crypt, noticing along the way the changes that have come forth in how she even feels merely walking. Her step seems more light, as if there is not as much attatchment as there once was and the very shadows seem to be one with her - more than they had ever been before. In all her years of training she had never even come close to the potential she now faced. She reaches her door with relative ease and slips inside, walking over to the pool and dipping her paws inside, feeling the water run through her paws, suprised at the fact that she no longer feels any joy over this. It holds nothing more for her now except for the ability to cleanse herself of the days activities.
After dripping water over her muzzle she heads to her alcove and jumps up swiftly and smoothly, wrapping her tail about her as oft times before. Easily she sets herself into a meditative state, ready for when Syntaru would next have need of her.
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The cat licks the last remains of blood from her paws and shakes the rest of the cool water from her fur and looking up into the bright sun that now sits high overhead. The light blinds her for a moment and she quickly looks down, finding herself no longer upon a grassy floor but upon a tiled floor unlike any she had seen before. Looking around she finds herself in a white room similar to one that she vaguely remembers but this time instead of a chair there is an operating table, lights and a nearby tray with all sorts of varied implements that look like they could be used for torture. She tries not to be startled when the door opens and two large humans walk in carrying and obviously drugged third. They place the subject on the table and strap him down, he is a scraggly man with a days growth of beard upon his face and bruises all over his naked body. Even more suprised, CC feels herself move forward towards the table where the person is strapped, she feels herself say words and while she tries to stop them coming out of their lips they seem to be rather persistant, "Make sure he is nice and tight, we do not want him struggling too much"
Her hands
hands?
lift up and over towards the tray, selecting a large, very sharp, scalpel. She brings it over to the man and then she looks up at the two who had brought him in initially, "You should not have drugged him so much, I hate having to bring them out of a stupor so brutally..." But something in her voice made both them and the mind inside, doubt that comment very much. She feels a familiar grin come to her furless face
furless?
except that it is now tinged with a evil sort of glee as she brings the scalpel next to the man's nether region, slicing down quickjly - the scream echoes through the small room and it matches the one inside the head. In her own mind CC screams, trying to force herself out of this nightmare but knowing that the only way that it could be so real was if she had been a part of this at some point in time. The her in this reality continues to torture the man in front of her, apparently for the pure enjoyment of it while the others look on with mixed looks of amusement and horror as the female works upon her subject.
no no No NO NO NO NOOOO!
She tries to close her eyes as blood splatters upon her clothing and the man's screams turn to incoherent mumblings, it is only then that she stops and asks for the mess to be cleaned up and for the man to be given a break so that she can start on him again tomorrow, knowing that he has had enough for one day. The two take the now partially mangled man and begin cleaning him off and doing whatever he can to stop the bleeding so that he does not die. They know that she would be very upset if they let this one die.
Oh Goddess... why must I watch this? It cannot be me...
A thought suprises her, as if it answers back to her question but in reality is only this alternate self thinking, a good job today... subject is taking well to tests and we will try to go further tomorrow. ahh.. such a good day!. Excitment boils forth in the thoughts and the cat within forces herself not to retch. Her alternate reality self looks up into the bright light of the white operating room and whe she looks down again she is back into a form that she knows well, except the fur is grey or white in spots here and there and she does not feel the same strength and ability of her bones and muscles that she once had.
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Post by Lucian on Apr 3, 2006 15:49:17 GMT -5
OOC: Quaint Stealth, very quaint.
The vampire took the order stoicly, it had been a fairly long night and he was exausted. The creatures, those Centurions, had been much more trouble than Lucian recalled. Perhaps Legion Prime, free of his emotional trapping in the Omega Zone, was a bit wiser than his cross dimensional counter part. But that was neither here or there, he had delt Simon a hefty blow and regardless of what ever petty threats he made about gathering data the creature of the night was not out of trump cards quite yet himself either.
But this new order was something rather different than what Lucian was expecting from Eggman. If the bloodsucker didn't know better, he'd almost swear he was being used as a replacement errand boy for his wayward roboticized son Gulo. Favoring hit and run tactics like the ones perpetrated in Ice Cap Zone, a defense of a base not his own was completely unfamilar to the darkling. Growling away his displeasure Apophis wheeled about in the night sky, making it's way to the base Eggman had ordered.
"More work and nothing to eat, just line after line of tin cans. I'd contact my union rep. to complain if I bloody had one. . ."
Sulking, Lucian focused on the horizon, and the trap that awaited him there. Meanwhile;
Oblivious Syth floated there in the nothing, then the aged hedgehog spoke, the deafening boom capturing full his attention.
"LITTLE DEATHOG, YOU ARE TO BE LEARNING FROM YOUR PAST MISTAKES AND GROWING STRONGER. RESISTING THE PULL OF MY MAGICS IS HARDLY SOMETHING THAT WILL AID YOU. . ."
Incapable of speech, Syth thought his words, he knew he would be heard by the Incarnation of Time. Tempus Fugit eh Chronos? I know my mission here, I have the motive and the oppertunity to carry out the Goddess' will but I lack the means. I have no unlocked power left, I have tapped all my reserves through out the zones and in my labors. I know I will perish soon, just as the flesh slips from my bones every time I over tax my powers. . . . . My friend is gone, my love lost to the zones, my father can not help me versus his creator, and I have proven already that I can not stand alone against Syntaru.
The old hedgehog of time chuckled in his all consuming voice."OH HO HO! AND IT IS THERE YOU FIND YOUR FOLLY LITTLE DEATHOG. FOR HOW CAN DEATH PERISH?"
Dumbfounded for a moment, Syth opened his eyes, in end the most important questions are answered most simply.
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Post by Shae the Bat on Apr 3, 2006 16:14:47 GMT -5
Gulo's shuttle zoomed through the chilled night sky, catching up with Lucian and the metallic beast known as Apophis. Gulo flipped a switch, opening a channeling frequency between them. Gulo's cold electronic voice came through on Apophis' audio feed.
"Lucian, this is Commander Gulo, pleasure to finally meet you.. and the dragon.. let's make swift work of this mission, I'm sure you've grown tired this long night." said Gulo.
The Aegis Forest base lay just ahead, no more than 20 minutes away. It would be there, that the tides of this makeshift war would be turned. Gulo would disable the shields at Robotropolis from Aegis, letting both Eggman's posts fall. But Gulo did not know the truth of Aegis, for far beneath the surface, lay an underground testing facility. But far across the globe, in Mt. Kahkari, Shae made his way around the intricate weavings of caves and tunnels.
He happened upon Tala, who was trance-like to her crypt. He watched for a few moments, then wandered in. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms across his chest, tilting his head down with his eyes closed. He sensed a change in her, the shadows flowing through her core. She now gave off the same flowing darkness of the Shadow Creatures, yet kept her corporial form. He only waited a moment longer before speaking.
"So the underling now passes beyond the grace of her fellow followers, it would seem the Dark Lord has intentions to make you into a Shadow Queen.. you should consider yourself lucky.. nay.. honored.. which I'm sure you do.. but I'm also sure you are unaware of your true power and potential yet.. what would you say.. to a little sparring match.. eh Tala?" said the bat, in a somewhat mocking tone, exuding of arrogance.
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Post by Psychosis on Apr 3, 2006 17:46:55 GMT -5
Amon's visions were becoming darker, bleaker, the longer he had to watch himself trapped in the Zone of Silence, the higher the toll it took on his emotions. Then, suddenly the visions stopped, the room became black again. Amon was left alone, cowering on his hands and knees, tears running down his cheeks, splashing on the floor. It seemed for every good memory recovered, the memories of misery struck a thousand fold. The visions of alternate realities, phased him not, they only added to his knowledge.
He stood to his feet once more, wiping the last of the tears from his face. He looked out into the darkness, a light was glowing in the far distance, he began to walk towards it. But instead of getting larger and stronger as he moved closer, it stayed the same size and brightness, so he stopped in place. Lowering his head, straing below him into the emptiness.
What lessons am I to learn from this place, what power or control will this new knowledge give me? It does not seem to hold any bearing on my inability to control my emotion and power together.. was this all a waste of time?
As if in response to the hedgehog, the light flashed in a radiant luminence, glaring all around him. The light was blinding and warm, Amon began to tremble and shiver from its immense force. Then, from all around him, he heard voices, some familiar and others not, yet they all spoke the same thing..
"Amon.. your emotions don't limit you.. your fear of them limits you.. if you believe and let them show.. you can use your emotion to increase your psionic energy.. life is all about the emotions we have.. that we share.. without emotion, we are lifeless.. we are no better than dead.."
The voices stopped, the light faded, and he was alone again. He fell to his knees once more.. and stayed there, contemplating that which he'd heard. Spade was now deeply immersed in a vision of his own.. at first he was viewing himself from a thrid-person perspective, and then from the first, looking through his own eyes.. feeling what his body felt. He was chained to a wall in a dark cave..
"Wh-where am I? I thought i was in the Chaos Realm? Was.. was it all a dream? Wh-what's going on..."
A dark shadow crept into the shallow cave, forming into the shape of Spade's Father..
"Lookit yo'.. yo' fat bastard.. yo' 'aven't gained strength from it, yo've gained weakness.. all yo' are now is a waste of Mother's time.. yo' should leave this place and go back 'ome, yo'll never be of any 'elp to these real 'eroes.."
Spade looked up at his Father, he had always been a cruel man, even long after his death, the crippling words of his Father ressonated through Spade's head as he grew up.. it was part of the reason he gourged himself at the camp.. his Father never apporved of anything.. Spade didn't even cry at his burial rite.. he just looked into the ceremonial fire.. and tuned out the half-thruthed words of the Shaman..
"Inabwhe, Aurore, hoy na kehk wanata.. uorii hoy na ortah wanata. Opol henawa unas Jackeh Aceh, hay na kehk hay wanata hoy. Hay na honorba, hay na strenta, uorii hay na pecafa en genta. Hay na Inawhem noleb, uorii hay na Patraca kho. Ortah hay inek, Inabwhe, Aurore. Naja hoy na."
(Mother, Aurora, you are giver of life.. and you are taker of life. Our dear brother Jack Acey, he has given his life to you. He was honorable, he was strong, and he was always peaceful. He was a noble Father, and a loving Husband. Take him home, Mother, Aurora. Blessed you are.)
Spade knew different, outside the hut, among the people, his father Jack always put on the happy face, the kind face. He was respected among the chiefs.. but at home, he struck his wife.. Spade's Mother.. and emotionally crippled Spade. Deep in the pit of his heart, Spade was glad his Father died.. then it hit him.. this was his test. This was the truth Spade needed to discover.. that to be the warrior he was destined.. he needed to ammend his Father, to be the better Koalla..
"Father.. I'm sorry I disappoint you, and I.. I forgive the times you struck me and my Mother.. I did not cry at your burial because I was angry with you.. I tried to lie to myself.. pretending to hate you for what you'd done.. but really, I loved and respected you.. I'm sorry for acting so foolishly.."
The vision faded away, Spade felt a tremendous weight lift off his soul, the guilt and anger over his Father, had vanished. He only wished that the girth had lifted off with the guilt..
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Post by Lucian on Apr 3, 2006 20:15:41 GMT -5
Lucian acknowledged Gulo stoicly, just another metal puppet of Robotnik's. Yawning the dragon came swooping into the base. On the distant hills the red lifeless eyes of the fast approaching Hydra Units aggrevated the vampire to no end. Perhaps being a creature of magic and wonder then surrounded by logic and metal was taking it's toll. There seemed little of the ethreal in this Prime Zone and it was taxing on the Vampire's form. Not to mention those runes were fairly intricate and powered by Lucian himself, he had no battery to replace or circuit to recharge. And he was running on empty.
The dragon fed the entry codes and the turrets didn't open fire on the pair as they touched down, Gulo already there. Lucian gave a half hearted salute and dusted a few snow flurries from his coat's lapel.
"Right then, enemy forces are coming here to tear us apart. We defend the base till back up arrives. I've never been here, are we standing on a weapons cache that could explode at any minute or something more dangerous beneath this mobian soil?"
Whilst Lucian got to low down from Gulo about the base of opperations, Syth thrashed about in the Training Chamber, much to his 'visitors' displeasure.
"YOU TEST THE LIMITS OF THE GODDESS' SPELLS IMPUTENT DEATHOG, WHY DO YOU STRUGGLE AGAINST SUCH ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY?"
The deathog locked stares with the white pupiled hedgehog bearing an hourglass. You are quite right Chronos, I should have little to fear of death. I have died a thousand thousand times. A different way each occation a different pain the cause, but there is one way I have never died. And that is through submission.
Syntaru trained me but could not tempt me. Aurora empowered me but could not employ me. Thanatos saved me, but could not nourish me. I have always been alone, regardless of the company I keep or the affection I show the women I've lost. In the end it was just myself and my shadow, and even he is gone now.
Much like this room that we stand in, and even you Chronos are a manifestation of my mind. You are not here, you don't HAVE a body, you don't have a soul. You're an idea, like good, evil, and even the concept of death. They're just mantels to be worn, icons that only have power based on the faith that you place in them. I have worn the mantel of Reaper for far too long. What these dark times need is a paragon of light to Champion her holiness.
The deathog spoke audibly, and in his mind things changed. "What we need, is a Paladin. Tell me Goddess of Life and Light, for I know you can hear me. Will you accept my offer, to be a knight in your army till you have no more need of me?"
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Post by Shae the Bat on Apr 3, 2006 20:27:19 GMT -5
Syth's words echoed through the vast web of time, emminating out from the Chamber and into the Eternity Flow, where the Goddess lay.. though her body lay immobile, and regenarate, her mind now became aware. Hearing the plight of both Syth, and the Shadow Walker passe, Andre. She responded to the woed Hedgehog first. Her words, though they weakly pushed through the reaches, rang clear to the hedgehog.
You ask of me.. to charge you with a title.. rewarded to those beings of the Living Realm who have made strides.. into heroism, sacrifice, honor, nobility and courage.. you ask of me to charge you with a duty given to those born in the light.. you ask to rennounce your former herritage and follow the binds of neutrality no more.. as you have asked me so, I offer first a question of my own.. are you sure that you, Harbinger of Souls, he who was bestowed in the office of the Reaper, offspring of the God of Faded Souls, Thanatos.. can handle the charge, the responsibility, and paigns of pledging your essence to the light? said the Goddess, her voice, slow and somber.
Inside the Aegis barriers, just beyond the conflict of SwatBots and Hydras, Gulo stepped out of his shuttle and responded to the Vampire's intrigue.
"I really have no idea, all I know of this Aegis Base is that it holds supplies, and a Roboticization plant.. all I have access to is the Shield Protocals.. those Hydras will push through the Swat forces.. we should move inside to the command room..." said Gulo, his electronic voice sending an odd tone of speech for a Roboticized Mobian.
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Post by Lucian on Apr 3, 2006 20:35:11 GMT -5
The darkness was being eatten away, bits of the edges of reality fracturing and snapping off. Shattering into shards of black that were being enveloped by a fast approaching light. While many of the heroes were consumed by the darkness with in their souls, Syth had made peace with his inner evil ages ago.
"I know the responsibility of office, I know the trials of remaining true to a cause. Never have I wavered in that which I support and until our goals are different I would pledge my soul to your war.
Look back dear Aurora, whilst my work is not appreciated by you, even a vile job done well is a task completed with perfection and ellegance. As I spoke to myself, this is an honored mantel I request of you. I do not ask for paradise in return for my toil, I know that no matter how strong I get Death can not touch a creature of the Pit. I need your polarity just as you need my strength.
I ask no favors of power, I will gather my own just as the other heroes do. But I do need your blessing, to be marked as one of your own. Only then can I properly walk as a creature of your ilk, no longer bound by my father's cloak and deadly touch. . . ."
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Post by Shae the Bat on Apr 3, 2006 20:55:09 GMT -5
A humble tone ressonated through the intricacy that tied the Chamber to the Eternity Flow.
Then in this rite.. shall you experience the necessary trials of convergeance.. the Chamber will act as the grounds.. your trials in it, will be quite different from those of the other heroes.. you must first free your shell of its grudges.. you must move past the tragedies, the suffering inflicted upon you.. you must offer forgiveness to those who have betrayed and wronged you.. you must then relinquish all that which had been bestowed by your Father, and my Brother.. your Scythe, must be cast into the darkness.. the cloak to be burned in the pious fires of Chaos.. your hands must be awashed in the baths of Purity. said the Goddess, pausing a moment as more of her energy restored. Once you have done that, shall you be in pledge to me, and a new mantel bestowed to thee.. from the renounce, Syth, you shall be known as a Vanguard.
Her voice no longer called to Syth, he knew what he must do, her attentions turned to the Shadow Walker, Andre.
You, the Vile spurge of my Brother wish to be embraced into my light? You are still in pledge to his cause.. and only when your debt to him aobsolved and his faith renounced can you be freed of his grip, only then would I be able to bring you into my light without wretched disposition.. all I can do for you now in this act of recompense, is restore your un-life so that you have the opportunity to absolve such a debt.. I am sorry, but I cannot do anything more..
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Post by Lucian on Apr 3, 2006 21:39:32 GMT -5
Now only the darkness around the deathog remained, the faux Lord of Time had disolved during the Goddess' requirements. Then the light began to consume Syth himself, and for the first time in ages, it didn't hurt his very being.
White enveloped him whole and the void vanished. When his eyes blinked again he was standing in the land of the dead. Adorned just as he was when he entered the Time Chamber. Remembering the Goddess's words Syth removed his gloves, the bone hands caressing the leather gauntlets two gems, one a vivid blue the other a firey yellow.
"Lynda, Flare. You've served and protected me well. But it is time you went to your place of eternal rest. I can not avenge your deaths as I am and while I may forget myself I will never forget you. . ." Syth then did the unthinkable, he removed the gems and crushed them, their fine crystaline power whipped away in the etheral winds of the Zone Between Zones. Destroyed here they could be sorted out to their proper afterlife. No doubt, they would reside in the Chaos Realm for their benevolent lives but the deathog had moved past that point.
Next came the scythe from the Reaper's back. "Father, heed my call and listen to my plea. I have out grown your gifts. I have evolved, I have survived and sustained myself from thy house. But I hunger for more, I do not make this claim in greed, but in finally acknowledging my own weakness in walking in your shadow.
I return the blade of office, crafted from this realm and forged with the souls of the dead. No longer may I act as judge of the Faded Souls. No longer may I act as a harbinger of death and release to the living. No longer may I call this land, the only land I have been known to call home my place of rest. Please Father, kind and caring soul that took me from the careless hands of sacrafice and gave me a place in eternity. Take this tool and hold it safe for when I return to your fold. Your son has much work to do, and he must set aside his duties here until that work is done. . . ."
The great green sun of the Zone Between Zones opened up like a vast undead eye. It focused on Syth and a ray of green flame akin to that the deathog used to singe souls petulant in their return to eternity and consumed the deathog. The blade melted and staff exploded into ash. The gauntlets, the boots, and the cloak all burned.
The deathhog screamed, now the light burned, this was Thanatos silently taking back what he bestowed to his surrogate son. Being a God of Death ment things like compassion and hatred were removed concepts, breifly entertained and not for long at that. When the flames died away and the ground left crackling with radiated heat.
No flesh remained, a skeletal frame of the deathogs being was all that could be seen through the heat rising from the scorched area. He looked much like the skeletons he sparred against as a child, or like Zombie only he was fully aware of not having any flesh. It disturbed him more deeply than he would normally consider. Bad enough to have no flesh from the elbow down, worse to be naught but bone all together. Syth felt naked, exposed, and defenseless.
So this is what it was like to be the souls he harvested. So caught up in his own suffering he never knew what it was to suffer so. On one hand, what he did was blessing from this state, an unpure and used thing. On the other hand it shocked the deathog that he was so uncaring in his duty. Having never been harvested himself, or if he was he was unware of it, it was an enlightening experience.
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