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Post by Seraphim on Mar 9, 2005 14:50:26 GMT -5
Sephirah slowly opened his eyes so used to darkness that the slightest hint of light hurt. He discovered himself to be lying on a small narrow bed in a room. There was a small table by the bed and a curtain was drawn over the only window to keep the room dim. All Sephirah knew was that he was in a cabin, this he surmise from the wooden walls of the tiny room but as to how he got there and how long he had been unconscious, he had no idea.
" You’re awake, " a clear and crisp voice drifted into his hearing.
Sephirah turned his head towards the doorway, hoping to catch a glimpse of his benefactor. By voice alone, he knew it was a woman but the room was too dark for him to make out her features. He was about to get himself into a sitting position when she spoke again.
" I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You have been unconscious for almost two days and I know from experience that your body will be stiff. Any sudden movements will hurt. "
Sephirah heeded her advice and eased himself up slowly and gingerly. His body still ached but it would have been worse had she not warned him. By now, she had crossed the room to the window. With her back to him, she pulled back the curtain bit by bit, giving Sephirah time to get his eyes used to the sunlight streaming in. It was then that Sephirah noticed the color of her hair. He had not expected her to be old, her voice had a strange ageless quality that gave him no clues as to how old she really was. Yet, her hair was white, as white as virgin snow.
He was further surprised when she turned to face him. Her face was that of a young woman in her mid-twenties. The light streaming in from the window illuminated her long white hair, basking her in a gentle halo. For a moment, Sephirah was not sure if the figure standing in front of him was human or spirit. There was an unearthly, ethereal air about her that somehow reminded him of his late mother, the one who was chosen by the last Omnis.
" I am Syane and I’m sorry if I startled you. People usually find my features very…. unsettling. " Her apology carried faint humor.
Sephirah only understood the meaning of her apology when she walked over to where he lay. Syane was beautiful, but it was a strange inhuman beauty. His attention was drawn to her eyes, which he had initially thought was a very light shade of brown. As she came closer, Sephirah knew his mistake, they were not brown.
She had amber eyes..just like his mother.
He was unaware of what had happened, but the only thing he could remember was walking through the mountain range to where he had laid Ash to rest, and then getting an unsettling headache, though only when he reached the cave once again. Perhaps this one would have answers for him, but he could feel his Masamune calling for him, and it was only a matter of time before he obliged.
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 9, 2005 14:51:29 GMT -5
" You must be hungry. Please wait, I’ll be back shortly with food. "
Syane regarded her patient who was now awake and watching her with no apparent emotion in his emerald eyes. He looked entirely too toned to be a man who spent his days under the sun. She knew he was a traveler as she had seen the sights of wear on his clothes and boots, but beyond that was a mystery. Something has been done to him. I can’t shake the feeling that he is one of us yet he is different somehow. I’ll need more time…Syane wrenched her thoughts to the present. She was about to walk out when Sephirah reached out and grabbed her arm. Syane knew she could have avoided his grasp readily, but she wanted to know what he wanted.
" Where are my equipment and weapon? I must leave immediately," His tone was brusque.
" They are outside in the hallway but you can’t leave yet. You are still too weak to…"
Sephirah released her arm and headed for the hallway, ignoring Syane’s protests. His body ached, but he was grateful for the pain, at least it made him felt vaguely human. I have to get away from here. The callings are more frequent and it has been two days. I don't know when the next will strike. I fear I may hurt this innocent woman if I stay here any longer, Sephirah thought as he stumbled. He was weak and could feel the last of his strength draining away. The Masamune was almost within his grasp when a wave of dizziness washed over him. Darkness claimed him once again.
Sephirah woke to find himself in the same bed, but this time, his body was strangely numb. It was as if his mind and body were existing on different dimensions, he could not move at all. Sephirah was keenly aware that the clothes he was wearing at the moment was not his own. Someone had changed them.
" In case you were wondering, yes, I was the one who changed your clothes. They were so filthy. Anyway, I’m a healer by profession so there’s nothing on you which I haven’t seen on a man. The numbness you feel at the moment is the unfortunate side effect of a herd called Myern’s Fern which does wonders for a weaken constitution and it will pass in a day or so. Now I better feed you before you start trying to leave again. So what are you called? " Syane said matter-of factly as she entered with a loaded tray.
" Sephirah Verus...Valkyrie. " His throat was dry, making him sound hoarse.
She set her tray on the small table by the bed and proceeded to prop him up using the pillow he was lying on. Sephirah tried to resist her efforts but his body refused to obey. Before he could open his mouth to speak again, Syane shoved a bowl of soup in front of his face.
" Drink unless you prefer to be spoon-fed, " The golden orbs of her eyes fairly glowed as she threatened Sephirah.
To preserve his dignity, Sephirah had no choice but to concede to her demand. He trained his emerald eyes on Syane, hoping to frighten her, but she fearlessly matched him, stare for stare. It was a clash of wills that ended in a stalemate, much to Syane’s satisfaction. She found him a very handsome man. His long, silver hair and paleness acted to enhance the beauty of his sensitive face. He presented an impassive front to her, but she sensed emotional pain beneath that cool facade. He intrigued her.
"All right! Mr Verus, you will only leave this bed when I see fit. Don’t cross me again for I have ways and means of keeping you down. "
Sephirah merely stared at her, several thoughts coursing through his mind. He had waited until she had left the room one more time before willing his body to move, quietly slipping towards the doorway to grasp his clothes and his Masamune. After a few moments, he slowly made his way down the hallway to exit, leaving the woman behind. There was no room for this in his heart.
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 9, 2005 14:56:28 GMT -5
He had been tossing and turning for hours, endlessly struggling to hold onto his sleeping state, though the horrifying dreams and visions riddling through his mind were visibly having their effect on his body. His mind opened up to the memories of his past, specifically his night in the town of Aurai, where he had lost all control after watching a brief bar fight. The blade he had found in that underwater lagoon so long ago thirsted for blood, for agony and despair. That night, as the symbiote other called to him, he answered. The town was burnt to nothing, several slain bodies laying every which way along the ground. He had lost all control, and became the herald of destruction, in which was pre-ordained for anyone who held the mysterious Masamune blade.
He came to a sitting position in his bed in the Royal Guests' chambers in the Castle, a light layer of sweat glistening off his body from the moonlight the window was letting in. His black eyes stared before himself in despair, knowing the horrifying truth was once again upon him. Masamune was calling him again...
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 9, 2005 14:57:48 GMT -5
The fear she was giving off was more than enough for him to build on, eyeing her precious stone which he held lightly in his left hand. The glow was starting to grow on him, as he had been quite amazed that such an essence could be fit in something so small. Just holding the stone was more than enough, giving him access to the darkest regions of her soul, revealing her life in quick visions. Her brother, Maxurus, her son, Link..it was all coming to him in an instant, as if he was living her entire life in a matter of moments. With such knowledge, he took a step back from her, bending her perception to his will, creating an illusionary world out of the room they were standing in. They stood in the middle of Terasle, the entire area engulfed in a bright orange glow, the flames covering every building for as far as the eye could see. The ground was littered with scattered bodies, murdered by something unknown to her. He watched her react to such a horrifying vision, a smile coming over his face at the torment he must have been causing her by showing her such a thing. Her life continued to play out through his mind, and in an instant, the illusion was gone, freeing her from the visual torture. He heard the man behind him speak, almost wary of the intentions, but intruiged nonetheless on why he was taking such interest.
"Sephirah..Sephirah Verus."
Her memories showed the face of his one-time partner, Alex Masters, a face he could not so easily forget. The struggle between man and blade ensued, causing him to drop the stone, and back away from her. He extended both arms outwards in a furious motion, a blinding white/blue energy shooting in all directions to cover the room, becoming just harmless light after its release. He took a moment to gather his bearings, setting himself in a stand still, his eyes moving to the balcony. He began running towards it, his Masamune in his right hand, coming into the dark night that awaited him. The guards were on high alert, beginning to enter the Main Hall as he exited, awoken by the intense light and presence he had left behind. He continued to run until he reached the railing, leaping over it to execute a dive straight towards the ground. Before hitting, his legs moved in a perfect half-circular motion to come over his head, landing on both feet right outside the front doors. The soldiers at the doors hesitated for a second, then took action, running from each side to try and contain the threat. Sephirah brought both palms outwards, his arms extending fully on each side, the shear force of his power sending the unprepared soldiers backwards to crash into the stone walls on each respective side. Sephirah caught his eyes on the goal before him, the black stallion that he called Nayru, settled right on the outside of the bridge. He began running towards his beautiful horse, seeing one of the soldiers ahead of him take notice and begin to charge. Sephirah simply ran by him, and with one quick swing of the Masamune, cleaved the castle soldier in two, leaving him in two pieces along the castle grounds. As he reached his steed, he grabbed the reigns, swinging up to land on Nayrus back, steering it forward to escape the grounds of the castle. Soldiers began running towards him, but stopped once they realized it was futile, leaving them to attend to their losses.
Sephirah rode forward through the town, his body shaking at the struggle he was having internally, leaving him in a crumpled heap over the back of his steed. He was going to have to end this, somehow...but he was losing hope. Sephirah rode out of the town and into the open land, riding off into the moonlight.
He had left her behind.
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 9, 2005 14:58:45 GMT -5
Nayru had covered a great distance with the crumpled Sephirah on his back, riding quickly through the night to get to the destination Sephirah had in mind. The moonlight rained down upon his path, stirring the disoriented Omnis from his silent state. The onyx black cloak that rested over his body kept him almost hidden on top of the black stallion, the faint light of torches finally coming into vision as they passed over a steep hill. The torches were proceeded by the moonlight reflecting off the water, aware that he had reached the port in good time, and two ships were still being loaded for departure. Much more awake at this point, Sephirah rode Nayru through the small town to the docks, stopping just before one of the large sea ships. He dismounted his steed to land gently on the ground, his black eyes quickly surveying the area to get a good idea of what would be neccessary to 'borrow' one of these ships. The ship he had picked seemed to be mostly cargo, and the passenger count seemed as low as ten, if that. He had never liked leaving Nayru, but he had things to attend to, and his companion was going to have to stay. The steed rode off into the night once again, this time without him, leaving Sephirah to deal with the situation at hand.
The dock was quite noisy for this time of night, but it always was when one or more ships was being loaded. What seemed to be a lowly deckhand walked up the wooden ramp to the ship, carrying a small crate in his hand. The other seven men he had seen were still huddled around the cargo on the dock, debating on who would take it up. The other ship was further down, and was just about ready to depart, so he would not have to worry about them. As the second ship pulled out from the port, Sephirah raised his hand under his cloak to gain control of the energy currents surrounding him, focusing solely on the vessel departing. His right palm extended outwards in a matter of seconds, the simple movement causing the wooden structure of the ship to burst into flames, creating a moving fireball trailing along the water. The men, women, and children on the deck leapt overboard, but the flames were too strong, taking the lives of all that were aboard within a few moments. The other men on the dock turned to face the ship with a look of horror in their eyes, but when they had turned around, their lives were taken by precise swings of the deadly Masamune blade. The blood spilled all over the dock and poured into the water, leaving everything in complete silence. The faint whistle of the lone deckhand was heard as he walked down the wooden ramp, unaware of what had happened. When he turned the corner, his eyes caught the bloody mess of his shipmates, but soon closed shut after feeling the long nodachi plunge deep into his chest. The cloaked Omnis pulled the Masamune out of the horrified man, letting him drop to the water below, causing a slight splash. The silence once again overtook the area, though this time, it wasn't to be interrupted.
Sephirah slowly ascended the wooden ramp to the deck of the ship, seeing that most of the preperations for departure were already taken care of. A quick swipe of his Masamune took out the final ropes that were tied to the dock, and the anchor, letting the ship sail forwards into what seemed like an endless ocean. Sephirah was headed for Requiem, the center of the planet, in which the gate was located. His black eyes scanned over the water, anxiously awaiting the moment he would step into his destiny.
Her voice rang through his mind.
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 9, 2005 14:59:17 GMT -5
The cold wind had no effect over his sleeping body, the seemingly endless crashing of the waves against the wooden hull putting him to sleep after hours of watching the sea. The planet was calling him back to the source, back to his origin, and he was not going to turn away from such a beckoning. The water began to give way to an ice formation infront of this large white island, covered with snow, not a bare piece of land showing. When the ship hit the ice and shook the vessel, Sephirah immediately awoke from his slumber, standing to his feet to see he had arrived at his destination. He took a few steps towards the end of the deck, walking off the edge to land on the icy surface below, continuing his pace forwards toward the snow-covered island. He stepped onto the land after a few minutes, sinking into the deep snow to stand at about waist-level, his onyx black gaze staring a hole in the temple before him. It was hard to make out from the snow covering it, but it was there, and he was going to have to go inside. The Masamunes shrieks ceased in the presence of the temple, leaving Sephirah with a clear mind, sinking below the snow to walk down the stairs, and into the temple. The faint torchlights on each wall were getting closer to dying out every moment that passed, but it was enough to light his way, continuing down the stairs and through the corridor.
Sephirah turned around the corner to walk into the massive room, lined with statues on both sides, and a massive golden orb at the altar on the opposite side of the room, his eyes scanning each statue carefully. Each statue was of the previous Omnis before his time, leaving him to walk past each of them, noting their appearances, before coming to the goldeb sphere that rested on the altar. When Sephirah stood close enough, the golden color began to pulse radiantly, his Masamune beginning to react to it, shrieking in agony in a thirst for blood. Sephirah dropped the blade on the altar, the golden pulse shining a light on the empty notch on the altar, revealing that something was missing. Sephirah noticed that the Stone of Shuinia was gone from its spot even before the light had revealed it, knowing only an Omnis can utilize its power.
"Azureth.."
Sephirah took a step back from the altar, feeling something strange underneath his boot, lifting his leg upwards to reveal what it was. It was a piece of cloth of some sort, with an odd insignia on it, something he didn't recognize from this far. He leaned down to pick it up into his right hand, seeing the Republic symbol the moment he had it close enough to examine it. Sephirah was beginning to piece this puzzle together; First, his Masamune reacted to the spheres wishes, drawing him here. Then the stone was missing, and there was only one other that could even know what the Stone of Shuinia was useful for, and now he had found the Republic symbol litered on the floor. He had killed the Senators because of it, and now he knew why. Sephirah reached out with the same hand to grasp his Masamune once again, turning to walk towards the temple exit, his calling quite clear; He was to stop Azureth from using the Stone, and put an end to the Republics tyranny.
She was still haunting his dreams.
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 9, 2005 15:04:02 GMT -5
The soles of his boots struck the stone floor behind the distraught woman, a loud echo soaring through the long corridor to reach her ears. They were alone, just he and the woman who loved him, his presence only able to be seen by her eyes, his back turned to her to let his gaze stare aimlessly out through the opening to the night sky. The moonlight sillouhetted his figure, leaving a shadow behind him, but not his physical shadow..the shadow of what he used to be. The long silver hair, the long black cape. It slowly faded away, leaving nothing behind him, the light simply stopping at his presence. He had searched for so long..searched for a happiness that he could keep, that would be his forever. Reality began to sink in at that moment, his onyx black gaze moving back down to the floor, studying the stone. He spoke quietly, his voice strong with no emotion behind it;
"I didn't forget your time in aiding me...but the end for your life is being held by another. The link between life and death is getting closer and closer, Syane..."
Sephirah hardly ever explained things to those who were to be purged on his Masamune, but when his last word flowed to her ears, she looked up at him with a quiet gaze, almost expecting what was to happen next. The soft, crimson veil hit the ground as the Masamune pierced her heart, dropping the expressionless woman to the ground. No woman would stand between him and his goal. No one would stop him from finding those who had killed Ash..
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 9, 2005 15:14:22 GMT -5
"Wake up, my One Winged Angel..."
The voice was as soothing as the gentle rays of sunlight that beamed down over his seemingly-lifeless body, willing him to wake from what seemed like an eternal slumber. His hands began to clench into fists to reassure himself that he was alive, that his body was capable of the function that the voice so adamantly wanted. He slowly rose to a sit-up position, his eyes opening to reveal the boldest of all changes; the icy blue eyes that once struck fear into anything that saw them, were now a cold black hue, looking right into the sun as it rained down over him. The voice sounded strangely familiar, like he was able to picture the image of the one who spoke, but couldn't remember who she was, or why she was important. The image of her face kept flashing before his eyes, her gentle voice ringing through the air like a constant reminder of what she was to him.
Sephirah Verus had been from hell and back, starting in the city of Guya, then moving on to the realm of Solaris, then to Memoria, and now here. His battle with Azureth had resulted in his apparent death, though Sephirah believed he was disconnected from his body, and his mind was left to crumble. After what seemed like an eternity, the voice had woken him up from his slumber, putting him in the middle of nowhere, a grassy field that gave way to a forest, and what seemed like a town in the distance. He slowly stood up to his feet, pushing off the hilt of his Advent to get some balance, his body not used to the everyday movements yet. His eyes trained on the town in the distance, seeing a large section blocked off to what seemed to be a..castle.
For Sephirah Verus, this was only the beginning.
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 20, 2005 8:58:55 GMT -5
Within your breast, A black rose bloomed. A flower of Death, Of vengeance without rest.
The past must die, The present end For your future to begin. Prepare yourself, another life.
Abandon mercy, Forsake peace. You shall be lord Of all you see.
There are no regrets, No more cares. Take up your sword, Your humanity forget.
Carnage shall spread Like a raging flame. Wield your blade And sever life's thread.
Blood will fall, A cleansing rain. Sins of fathers, An atonement for all.
When Time has shattered, Its hands, a broken dream. Death comes reaping Among the fields unhindered.
And so it shall cease Into darkness, creep A world which once lived, Torn asunder with such ease.
Amidst desolation, you alone stand. The power of creation, You hold in your hands. Lead us to the promised land.
Emotion had contained her fury through the ages, but it could never contain her will for her son. Her words to me during the opening of the Doors still ring clear in my head, as if everytime I recall them, it is like the first time I heard them. The words had brought a certain clarity to me, erasing whatever questions I had about my lineage, leaving only a profound wisdom in its place. "Destruction shall end what creation has begun". For so long, I was unaware of how corrupt this world was, but the Shiranui had removed my blindfold. Their quest for power and money had ultimately led them down a path they were not ready for. Mother had known this long before I did, though she was never able to enlighten me until we encountered one another face to face. They were afraid of you, Mother. They feared the power you possessed, so they ensured their survival, their lives, by taking yours. I had not read the files on how they found you until I was much older. Buried deep within a glacier, with no clothes, severed into several pieces. They had not counted on having to deal with your son, Mother. They suffered as you did. I burned their bodies, destroyed their cities, slaughtered their women. They felt your pain. They felt -my- pain.
I have almost corrected what is wrong, Mother. There are still four remaining who have not suffered for their sins. When my blade meets their flesh, they shall know they are dealing with the Son of Shuinia. I have heard your words when the Doors opened. "Carnage shall spread, Like a raging flame. Wield your blade, And sever life's thread." The end is coming, Mother.
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 20, 2005 9:22:27 GMT -5
"We shared so many wasted years,
Yet now I know no more fear.
The memory of my silent tears,
As I say my goodbye, Sephirah dear.."
It was like a nightmare...for which he craved.
Bright crimson blood that glistened wetly splattered the walls of the narrow room. It would have looked like a macabre painting that could have only been the creation of a morbid mind except for the body that was sprawled across the floor like a broken doll. The once pristine white uniform was dyed scarlet with the blood that oozed freely from the terrible wound that was caused by the dripping blade above it.
The cold glint of metal caught his eye, drawing his glance to the Muramasa blade he held in his hand. The image of the weapon flashed across his mind, falling, piercing his trembling body. He could not help but smile.
This was not a dream.
The blood that left his hand with a sticky sanguine stain was warm and so was the blade that had pierced his heart. His face was ashen, all color of life bled away. His shadow threw a sad ethereal cast on his pale features. Already he looked like a spirit who had departed the world of the living, for which was Sephirah's goal. No one had heard any screams, or any suspicious noises, deeming this endeavor a success. Sephirah slowly leaned down on his haunches, captivated by something on the corpse that caught his eye. This man had been wearing her bracelet. He had violated her body with those chemicals, and then took her prized possession? Sephirah retrieved the bracelet, ripping it cleanly off the mans wrist, his Muramasa blade quickly making two small stab wounds where the mans eyes used to be.
"Now you will not see in the other world, nor do you deserve to"
One look at the bracelet brought him back to a place he had no longer wished to visit.
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 20, 2005 9:51:30 GMT -5
The snowy abyss was the scene. The duel under the moonlight, the feel of blade piercing his opponent...it had all resurfaced in his mind. He fell to his knees beside her, gathering her body into his arms, oblivious to the blood that smeared his clothes and hair. There was only pain and a sorrow he never thought he would feel again, yet there was no denying the anguish that was overwhelming him. He cradled her in his arms with the infinite gentleness she would never know and whispered her name.
"Ash.. "
He stood by the entrance to the cave and watched it's still and silent occupant with tortured eyes. His heart was heavy and constricted, shrouded too tightly by remorse and guilt. This was not the first time he had watched her and contemplated as she lay before him, but everything had changed. Now he was the protector, and he had failed her..
Sephirah touched her face, his fingers lightly tracing the midnight wings of her brows. He had never really taken a good look at her before, acknowledged her beauty, though it was unmistakable to everyone else. She was just an afterthought that hovered beyond his regard now, a shadow that dwelled at the back of his mind. Resting his hand against her cheek, Sephirah wondered for the first time in his life what she meant to him.
They had spent so much time together, but he was just a boy. She acted more like a father than anything else, training him in the art of being a soldier for the Shiranui, He cared for her deeply, but the confusion swept over him without warning. Was this what love felt like? Did she love him?
Sephirah touched her hair, her beautiful raven dark hair that slipped through his fingers like precious silk. She looked so unreal, more like a fragile porcelain doll than a woman of flesh and blood. If not for the slight rise and fall of her breast that showed her to be breathing, he could have been touching a corpse. When her time had come, Sephirah howled into the night, hearing it echo over and over again in his mind.
He quickly opened his eyes, becoming aware of his surroundings once again. The body before him was not Ash's, but one of the men who had helped take her life. He clutched her bracelet in his hand, slowly walking through the doorway to exit the crimson hell he had left behind.
Perhaps it was a dream.
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 20, 2005 9:52:17 GMT -5
A farce has been written, Many were the roles. Without my consent, The choice has been made.
A puppet, I don't want to be. Bounded by the strings, Never free.
Onto the stage I go, My actions all controlled. Unseen manipulator Directed the whole show.
A puppet, I don't want to live. Jerked and yanked, All my life.
Why do I have to die? It's all in the script so cry. A villain meets his end And down the curtain came.
A puppet, I don't want to be. Forgotten in time, A discarded, broken toy.
An entire life, bounded by strings, played like a fiddle. Sephirah Verus is no ones puppet. -I- am no ones puppet. It has come painfully clear to me that your 'will' for me is nothing but your ultimate goal to return, Mother. You, like the Shiranui before you, are not my puppetmaster. You do not pull the strings, for I am no ones toy. I have the power to destroy this entire land, this entire world. I am the Calamity From The Skies that the scriptures speak of. No one possesses what I do. Not even you, Mother. The Doors to Tomorrow will not be opened again, not so you can return. It is time that I follow my own agenda. You see, Mother, what you failed to realize is that you were a God among men. They had reason to fear you, yet you let them destroy you. Only now, after seeing your son, do you realize your own potential? Pathetic. They fear me, Mother. They tremble at the very mention of my name. Professor Halo's assistant did not even have the chance to tremble. He stood in his laboratory, unaware of his wrong-doings in the previous life, working once again to perfect a formula to enhance the human physical prowess. It seems one does not forget his past entirely when the Doors open and close. I made him remember. His blood spilled all over the Ragnarok Research Facility floor, a crimson mess for which they would have to clean.
Now there are only three blind mice. Though I am diligent in my efforts, I cannot seem to find their locations. Frustrating as it has become, I have merely settled here in Ragnarok for the time being. They wish it to be like Guya City, yet no one is making it so. There is no power or greed in this city, which is why it appeals to me more-so than the other areas of this world. My quest continues next in the area of Solaris, where the "Castle of Dragons" resides. Perhaps I will find one of my mice there...
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 26, 2005 15:34:14 GMT -5
Once you basked in glory most high, Stalwart warrior, a lord of war. So proud, you stood aloof, Feared and exalted.
Yet, you bore a legacy most vile. Child of utter desolation, A holocaust from beyond the sky. You, became the unwitting sacrifice.
Fallen from grace, Into infinite night. You hid from the world, Shrouded in shadows, a sanctuary.
Eyes closed in the sleep of innocents, You abided your time. Waiting ever stoically For the birth of a god.
Ascending from the darkness To challenge the light. Rose a one-winged angel, Doomed to die for naught.
His blood warm with life, Fell like crimson tears upon his face. Opened to them where the Doors, He carried his hatred to the end.
The journey inwards to the Castle of Dragons was not one of importance. The grand, towering castle held no answers for me, but the walls appeared to be unchanged by the Doors. For only a night, I rested within the castle inn, spending most of my visit in the library to which was told to be the largest in the world. The religion in which they followed appeared many times in the scriptures I scanned through, so naturally my curiousity grew. The people of Solaris worship an entity named Yu Elysia, supposedly the God of Elysium. There is no record, atleast not within these library walls, that say that Yu Elysia is even real, but the people of this land refused to believe otherwise. Deep within the scripture of Elysium, there was a note, written in perfect script, titled to no one, but addressed to everyone.
I call upon any who can free this land of its intolerable tyranny. Thou shall rid thy castle walls of the Nyghtfallens, and bring peace back to a castle that has none
The note had no signature, though it was irrelevant on who had written it. I was to meet with the Nyghtfallens in the morning, and if they did not provide me with the answers I sought out, then their untimely deaths would appease the author of this script.
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 26, 2005 16:36:12 GMT -5
Born of a father's twisted heart, An illusionary crime. An existence that was A lie.
A soldier who excelled What he had been taught, He fought for his beliefs. A betrayal.
A quest for truth, Rewarded with pain. Broke the chains of His sanity.
A war declared Against life in despair. A journey to rewrite His destiny.
Against him, Fate has conspired, Now it's time to feel his ire. Let destruction arise.
My quest was beginning to grow tiresome. Countless hours I spent, searching through the scriptures, hoping to find the truth behind this "Castle of Dragons". All their original copies were not held for all to see, so reading possible flaws was going to have to suffice for the time being. It seemed the castle had not changed through the opening of the Doors, and I was not aware of the reasoning behind it. My meeting with the Nyghtfallens could possibly erase my questions, but it seemed as if they were going to hide their information from me, just as they were doing with their original copies of the scriptures. There was, however, a documentation that I plan on copying. It was about you, mother. Written by an unknown. I read it several times over, at times confused by the knowledge of these events. You truly did fall from the sky, as the report claimed.
There were several questions that ran through my mind that day. You were a mystery, even to me, and now it seems you are pulling the strings from beyond the grave. This report was a revelation. For my own safe-keeping, it's contents shall be repeated here:
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 26, 2005 16:56:11 GMT -5
Perhaps no one will ever truly understand the nature of the "Omnis". They were said to be seraphims, angels under the hierarchy of God, sent to protect the planet. The first, however, fell from the sky like a meteor. I still remember the day very well. She emerged from the water, glistening in the sunlight, a simply angelic sight that no one on the island will ever forget. She spoke just as we did, understanding us perfectly. Her name was Shuinia, and those of us on the island called her "Omnicia", which in our language meant "God" or "Goddess". At first, she presented no threat to any of us, but our paranoia got the best of us. One of the crew had decided to test if Shuinia was indeed human, and accidentally clipped her with his hunting knife on a simple walk-by. She did not bleed, and instantly turned around, palm-striking the man a clear fifty feet away from his original position. I still remember the look on his face as soon as she turned around. That confirmed our suspicions.
Her strength was unlike anything we had ever seen. For a man to fly that far from a simple standing palm-strike, the attacker would have to possess far beyond super-human strength. She seemed apologetic for what had happened, but I knew otherwise. This was only the beginning of the web Shuinia spun around our crew.
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