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The western gate of Nazkhul
The lone wanderer approached the gates with a heavy sigh, it’s echo almost in melodic synchronization with the taps of his cane and shoes. The way to the gate was devoid of all life at the moment, yet that was to be expected. Armies numbering in the hundreds of thousands were marching out of each of the four gates at an alarming rate. None were entering Nazkhul. Yet as the withered man approached the gate it began to creek open, it was a pleasing sound to the old man, whose walk was but a formality. As soon as the gate was fully ajar ranks upon ranks of soldiers began to March out, seemingly unaware of the mans presence. As the ranks marched on the old man didn’t budge instead simply watching them embark out on what would be a long, and nigh impossible to survive journey. Eventually the first rank should have collided with the old man yet they seemed to pass through him as they approached. Only a few lines of troops passed through him before the projection flickered out and the man seemingly vanished
Atop the gate the exact image of the old man but with slightly more luminous eyes stood watching the armies march out with a look of annoyance. Above him winged soldiers and vehicles moved in slow moving formations passing over the barrier as he willed it possible for them. Suddenly the block to the left of the main gate had several of the homes crumble and vanish beneath the massive metal feet of Terror, the sixth of the six sons. Even as the debris filled the air, the wails of pain and anguish beneath the giant metal angels feet were drowned out by the booming voice that followed.“Greetings uncle Sogen…I have a few questions for you if you have time…” terrors voice said. The Old man Sogens eyes never left the buildings crushed beneath his nephews feet, his godlike eyes not in the slightest obscured by the mass of steel, yet the carnage he witnessed earned no response, this was common within the city after all.
“What have I told you of approaching me within your toys?” He said in a flat monotone shifting his gaze towards the faint constructs chest which began to shift and move opening a panel where the sternum should be and allowing the Demonic prince within to step out. It’s jet black skin covered it from head to toe and red cracks adorned its surface giving him a faint glow. Each of its fingers ended in sharp point, and blood dripped off of the crow like wings that seemed to flow elegantly as he hovered to the wall where Sogen stood landing into a kneel only rising when the old man indicated for him to do so with a raised finger from his cane “My apologies Uncle I am in a bit of a rush I’m sure you are aware of my fathers orders…My question is actually a two part one. Will I find Leon to the North west or to the South west? And Will you attempt to interfere when I move to destroy him“ the demon said with a wicked smile plastered on his face. Sogen regarded the Demonic demigod with a glint of irritation before simply shaking his head side to side. “Leon has been Knocked to Nowhere and you can rest easy child, I Will not be intervening in your fun...Now begone from me, your presence is disturbing the locals.
Terror floated back into his giant angelic armor thanking Sogen profusely before rocketing off into the air leaving Sogen to once again let out an exasperated sigh before seemingly vanishing only to reappear in that same instant near the rubble of what was once four homes. With a gesture of his hand the rubble began to piece itself back together, splatters began to peel off of the rubble and bodies stitched themselves back together. A moment later he opened the door walking in and seeing several dumbfounded looking people who turned their gaze to him with horror in their eyes. Yet he ignored them entirely simply gesturing his hand towards the wall where two portals would open side by side their swirling inner tunnel winding through space time and reality itself to connect to his two favored and most trusted cohorts. One leading to the Private quarters of a particularly spunky gobliness, and the other leading to the medical facility. Neither would have opened more than five meters from the desired targets, as the portals were pulled to them like a beacon thanks to their gate keys. The old man took his seat at the table in the center of the home and shifted his gaze to the gawking family who silently and quickly scrambled upstairs to be out of sight. Admittedly Sogen was hurt by their reaction, he had just restored their lives and home. Yet he supposed he couldn’t blame them, a reputation as the brother of a cruel godking often had such side effects. Perhaps he should Acquire a new form, one less well known. Perhaps I’ll ask Lilith and Miss Arthur. He mused to himself as he materialized three goblets and a bottle of good red wine and proceeded to pour himself a sizable glass.
~~~
The Dungeon of Nowhere
The Stinging sensation of the Acid was an ever present reminder to Leon of his current predicament. His wounds from his father has already healed though admittedly his Jaw and Spine were still rather sore, but it was actually his wrists, ankles, and neck that were bothering him currently. The Razored Shackles he was strapped down with dug into his cartilage and the Burning Acid would keep the wounds from healing. The Pair of grey and black floating hands in the pool were another reminder that should he struggle against his shackles they will simply remove whatever they are tied too and find a new place to reattach. The acid was making his healing factor consistently work to keep him in one piece, which just so happened to be just enough to prevent him from completing his recovery enough to regain his power.
He thought back to how he arrived here going over the events for the seventeen thousandth time in the past three sleepless days. His mother’s death boiled his blood, but even that rage pales in comparison to his own self loathing. Strength was his entire life, and he found himself laughably hopelessly weak in comparison to his father. One way or another he would need to find a way to change that. Things went blurry for a while after that and his next memory was of a girl, a strange sensation flooding through him as his wounds were stitched back together by her magic, then the rough hands of the guards who shackles him and cast him into the submerged cell. An incantation which turned the water his cell sat in into acid, and finally the soulless analytical eyes of the Vampire who was giving the orders. A snarl built in his chest as he relished the thought of slaying the pale pathetic excuse for a leader. But something else struck him at the same moment as the thought. A flash of the Girl who healed him smiling and talking with the man. Immediately he felt the guilt build up in him, something he was not accustomed to feeling. After all why should he care about any of these people, they were weak, he was strong. They existed as prey to test his skills, stones to sharpen his blade, obstacles to be overcome. So then why…why did he find it so hard to hate them…why did he feel as though he now had more in common with them than anyone else…after all, their hatred of his father was enough that they hated him…something he fully understood for he was not even sure he didn’t hate himself for simply sharing the wicked DNA of Shadus.
~~~
The Heart of Darkness, Mt.Nowhere.
The Dark crystal of otherworldly power radiated as The Gathered magic practitioners shifted mana around to create several small hand sized portals. As soon as they were completed Vorin nodded his head to the man on his left who then waved over several others. Each of them took a handwritten letter in their hand, each written in a different language, each addressed to a different one of the rebel leaders, and each saying something different written by Vorin himself. Then each shoved their letters into the portals and shuffled hurriedly out of the room. Once completed the mages all let their streams of magic come to an end then they too shuffled on to attend to their business while Vorin himself stood for a moment seemingly lost in his thoughts. Finally he lifted his hand, the clothing around his forearm shifting and morphing into a strange black bat like creature. “Bring me dreadknight Valvius, I would have words with her.” He said as he let the thing fly from him. Afterwards however he didn’t budge instead he stood staring into the heart of darkness and listening to the whispers it sent into his mind.
~~~
AwesomeK13
animegirl20
The Hermit
Xcelgamer
Fred Colon
The lone wanderer approached the gates with a heavy sigh, it’s echo almost in melodic synchronization with the taps of his cane and shoes. The way to the gate was devoid of all life at the moment, yet that was to be expected. Armies numbering in the hundreds of thousands were marching out of each of the four gates at an alarming rate. None were entering Nazkhul. Yet as the withered man approached the gate it began to creek open, it was a pleasing sound to the old man, whose walk was but a formality. As soon as the gate was fully ajar ranks upon ranks of soldiers began to March out, seemingly unaware of the mans presence. As the ranks marched on the old man didn’t budge instead simply watching them embark out on what would be a long, and nigh impossible to survive journey. Eventually the first rank should have collided with the old man yet they seemed to pass through him as they approached. Only a few lines of troops passed through him before the projection flickered out and the man seemingly vanished
Atop the gate the exact image of the old man but with slightly more luminous eyes stood watching the armies march out with a look of annoyance. Above him winged soldiers and vehicles moved in slow moving formations passing over the barrier as he willed it possible for them. Suddenly the block to the left of the main gate had several of the homes crumble and vanish beneath the massive metal feet of Terror, the sixth of the six sons. Even as the debris filled the air, the wails of pain and anguish beneath the giant metal angels feet were drowned out by the booming voice that followed.“Greetings uncle Sogen…I have a few questions for you if you have time…” terrors voice said. The Old man Sogens eyes never left the buildings crushed beneath his nephews feet, his godlike eyes not in the slightest obscured by the mass of steel, yet the carnage he witnessed earned no response, this was common within the city after all.
“What have I told you of approaching me within your toys?” He said in a flat monotone shifting his gaze towards the faint constructs chest which began to shift and move opening a panel where the sternum should be and allowing the Demonic prince within to step out. It’s jet black skin covered it from head to toe and red cracks adorned its surface giving him a faint glow. Each of its fingers ended in sharp point, and blood dripped off of the crow like wings that seemed to flow elegantly as he hovered to the wall where Sogen stood landing into a kneel only rising when the old man indicated for him to do so with a raised finger from his cane “My apologies Uncle I am in a bit of a rush I’m sure you are aware of my fathers orders…My question is actually a two part one. Will I find Leon to the North west or to the South west? And Will you attempt to interfere when I move to destroy him“ the demon said with a wicked smile plastered on his face. Sogen regarded the Demonic demigod with a glint of irritation before simply shaking his head side to side. “Leon has been Knocked to Nowhere and you can rest easy child, I Will not be intervening in your fun...Now begone from me, your presence is disturbing the locals.
Terror floated back into his giant angelic armor thanking Sogen profusely before rocketing off into the air leaving Sogen to once again let out an exasperated sigh before seemingly vanishing only to reappear in that same instant near the rubble of what was once four homes. With a gesture of his hand the rubble began to piece itself back together, splatters began to peel off of the rubble and bodies stitched themselves back together. A moment later he opened the door walking in and seeing several dumbfounded looking people who turned their gaze to him with horror in their eyes. Yet he ignored them entirely simply gesturing his hand towards the wall where two portals would open side by side their swirling inner tunnel winding through space time and reality itself to connect to his two favored and most trusted cohorts. One leading to the Private quarters of a particularly spunky gobliness, and the other leading to the medical facility. Neither would have opened more than five meters from the desired targets, as the portals were pulled to them like a beacon thanks to their gate keys. The old man took his seat at the table in the center of the home and shifted his gaze to the gawking family who silently and quickly scrambled upstairs to be out of sight. Admittedly Sogen was hurt by their reaction, he had just restored their lives and home. Yet he supposed he couldn’t blame them, a reputation as the brother of a cruel godking often had such side effects. Perhaps he should Acquire a new form, one less well known. Perhaps I’ll ask Lilith and Miss Arthur. He mused to himself as he materialized three goblets and a bottle of good red wine and proceeded to pour himself a sizable glass.
~~~
The Dungeon of Nowhere
The Stinging sensation of the Acid was an ever present reminder to Leon of his current predicament. His wounds from his father has already healed though admittedly his Jaw and Spine were still rather sore, but it was actually his wrists, ankles, and neck that were bothering him currently. The Razored Shackles he was strapped down with dug into his cartilage and the Burning Acid would keep the wounds from healing. The Pair of grey and black floating hands in the pool were another reminder that should he struggle against his shackles they will simply remove whatever they are tied too and find a new place to reattach. The acid was making his healing factor consistently work to keep him in one piece, which just so happened to be just enough to prevent him from completing his recovery enough to regain his power.
He thought back to how he arrived here going over the events for the seventeen thousandth time in the past three sleepless days. His mother’s death boiled his blood, but even that rage pales in comparison to his own self loathing. Strength was his entire life, and he found himself laughably hopelessly weak in comparison to his father. One way or another he would need to find a way to change that. Things went blurry for a while after that and his next memory was of a girl, a strange sensation flooding through him as his wounds were stitched back together by her magic, then the rough hands of the guards who shackles him and cast him into the submerged cell. An incantation which turned the water his cell sat in into acid, and finally the soulless analytical eyes of the Vampire who was giving the orders. A snarl built in his chest as he relished the thought of slaying the pale pathetic excuse for a leader. But something else struck him at the same moment as the thought. A flash of the Girl who healed him smiling and talking with the man. Immediately he felt the guilt build up in him, something he was not accustomed to feeling. After all why should he care about any of these people, they were weak, he was strong. They existed as prey to test his skills, stones to sharpen his blade, obstacles to be overcome. So then why…why did he find it so hard to hate them…why did he feel as though he now had more in common with them than anyone else…after all, their hatred of his father was enough that they hated him…something he fully understood for he was not even sure he didn’t hate himself for simply sharing the wicked DNA of Shadus.
~~~
The Heart of Darkness, Mt.Nowhere.
The Dark crystal of otherworldly power radiated as The Gathered magic practitioners shifted mana around to create several small hand sized portals. As soon as they were completed Vorin nodded his head to the man on his left who then waved over several others. Each of them took a handwritten letter in their hand, each written in a different language, each addressed to a different one of the rebel leaders, and each saying something different written by Vorin himself. Then each shoved their letters into the portals and shuffled hurriedly out of the room. Once completed the mages all let their streams of magic come to an end then they too shuffled on to attend to their business while Vorin himself stood for a moment seemingly lost in his thoughts. Finally he lifted his hand, the clothing around his forearm shifting and morphing into a strange black bat like creature. “Bring me dreadknight Valvius, I would have words with her.” He said as he let the thing fly from him. Afterwards however he didn’t budge instead he stood staring into the heart of darkness and listening to the whispers it sent into his mind.
~~~
AwesomeK13
animegirl20
The Hermit
Xcelgamer
Fred Colon
