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Post by elyk on Sept 18, 2018 12:44:20 GMT
The God Fears were born of a universe long since destroyed, their power was chiseled off of the great Creation Engine that its God used to shape and mold it. Ten slivers of the great engine, bearing portions of it's power, originally used to fight in a great civil war that eventually led to that God's death, the weapons now are in a constant cycle of recreating that battle. To find suitable users and lead them all back together and the Commander, The God Fear of Light And Lightning; Of Conquering Kings, has chosen a potential candidate to carry it's weight.
The Commander is a beacon that inspires others with an almost blinding zeal to whatever cause the wearer has. It is drawn to those who fight with all of the hearts might in causes they believe are greater than themselves. It invigorates them with a boundless energy to keep pushing for the ideals. At it's best, it pushes for the Righteous Order and rebels against perceived evils without a second thought. At it's worst, it is completely unforgiving and has no room for grey areas and could quickly fall into a state of oppressiveness with no enemies to fight.
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Slipping into the realm known as the Kingdom of Fabrolias, Reverend steps out onto the edge of the great lake below the small Kingdom. He is holding under this right arm a long box about three foot in length and very slender, only about two inches in width and height. He wears what looks to be a mix between a robe and tunic, all black in color. His left hand currently was holding a shoulder strap that loosely rested over his left shoulder and kept a strange looking sword attached to it. It's handle was that of a Chinese sword, but the scabbard looked exactly made for a katana. Sliding his left hand off and up to the small dark blue spectacles resting on his nose pushing them up more as he looked up and gazed at the beautiful view.
Standing there, his half spiked up half messy white hair didn't move at all confirming there was not much if not no heavy winds. Confirming this more was the steady stream of water pouring out from the floating connecting islands in the sky. Each one had some sort of building on it, buildings that reminded him of the time he spent in his mothers homeland of Wutai. The central larger Island looked to the be the main temple of this small pocket realm and Reverend felt completely at home here.
"So, Let's see if the one you seek will want to go through all your trouble." He laughs as he looks down at the box under his right arm.
The odd death like energy that surrounded Reverend at all times started to peel back by his own control to let just a sliver of his internal life-force to finally be unhidden and felt by those who could sense such things. He had been privy to some of the information about the target and he knew that Adell was not one to take lightly. However, he wasn't as scared of the corruptible nature of this one than the Judge. Though he knew Adell was dangerous right out of the gate, he didn't need to take things as far as he did with "Her".
Starting to walk through the air it would appear that Reverend was going up stairs. Pockets of dark infused mist and shadow where sliding under his feet and allowing him to step up into the air. As he began his trek up towards the main temple he began to grin and hum for a few bars before he started to softly sing words to the simple tune he was making for himself.
"mMMmMMm One step, Two. Three Step, Four. After Adell, six more. mMmmmmMMMmmm. Worlds Lost, Worlds Made, All return to Me just the same. For all may run...and hide, But Death eventually wins the Game."
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Post by Hero on Sept 18, 2018 17:35:10 GMT
Still was the God Dragon that reviewed the doctrine left behind by the savant of The Eternals. Though precocious, the dragon's complex mind was befuddled. Through tenacious observation the polymath struggled against the ceaseless ocean of time to uncover the the methodology behind the Book of Prophecies and the hypothesis left behind by the celestials. For how long? The world of alabaster reflected through limitless mirrors encapsulating his isolated laboratory was the antithesis of his then mechanical mind. The complex matrix array supplementing his fortified mental faculties remained puzzled by the cryptic shortcomings of The Eternals guide. Regal, ostentatious, The Lord of Infinity had long since reached the apex of existence and affluence. The Nibiru Alliance, the Kingdom of Fabrolias, everything he ever desired was reduced to things he could count on a mere hand; yet they all remained out of his reach perpetually. It stirred a rancorous riot within him: he had become infinite, yet what did it really mean if he was still limited? Finally the sun-blessed savant sighed. For how long had he spent his life struggling against the impossible? The unification of the cosmic serpents, turning back the entirety of existence's hand of time back to the beginning of creation, every desire he truly were absurd to even think of. Inconceivable though? Adell Illiandes Laemington refused to believe that. It was for this reason that he spent much of eternity in a place outside of time where he could formulate the necessities needed to defy futility. The Book of Prophecies was infinite in its wisdom, yet so convoluted that it could not answer the questions that he desired most: so continued the ambivalent struggle. Finally, however, for a moment isolated from the others, he decided to end the struggle in favor of another matter on his agenda. The book of aggregated knowledge dissolved into nihility, leaving his cosmic eyes to observe his callous hands with indifference.
“...the genesis project will take longer than I expected…” the sage whispered to himself. In a situation where even the Ten Wise Men were useless, he knew that time would not remain still forever to solve the quandary in question.
“Lord Adell...” a soft voice echoed beyond the veil of translucent mirrors.
“Enter,” the loud thunderclap demanded with realm shaking command.
A pale woman entered, her naked hips switching pridefully with every bare footed step against ivory. The ethereal platform that held them high above the clouds was mystical as it were divine, and every step of the bare woman bounced succulent breasts atop her chest. The culture of Fabrolias was one of exposure, raw, to admire the flesh of one self below the solar. Only the Lord of Infinity could defy the religion for reasons that didn't take much understanding.
“The metadata of the Babel Tower has been indexed...information on Old Jerusalem and the lost children have been located.” the thick-thigh'ed woman only five feet tall knelt before the throne, its back turned to her to face the sky beyond.
“...are you certain?”
“Yes, great one.”
There was a silence where only the quaking heart of The God Dragon and the servant could be heard, for entirely different reasons however. Old Jerusalem was the lost arc of mankind's civilization born shortly after the collapse of the world's beginning. It was a world shrouded in the darkness of humanity's mistakes where even the matyr could not absolve it. With a mere thought he pulled the information from the Babel Tower and assimilated it into his mind, sifting through the modified data deciphered by those who swore fealty to the scholar and dragons alike, and it took five microseconds for him to compile the reports altogether.
The throne of white rock shattered into particles of sand, just as Adell rose from it, the ivory-suited scholar grunting in dismay. The arbiter of evil was in the hearts of man— yet their existed another evil, the shadows of that which basked in the light. The ever conceptual world was one that few minds alone had ever comprehended, yet now the knowledge was within his grasp. Even after he stood and the scintillating flecks of sand ephemeral though blessed dissolved into enigma, there was silent for a few moments before he spoke once more.
“All matters of importance to be delegated by Zion, the Howling Knight. I will be gone for some time, guide him well...” he commanded of his servant.
The red-haired servant replied with impetus, “Yes God-King, forevermore.”
In that very same moment he was no more, nor was the platform, and nor was she. Everything dissolved into the very white that was the sky above, and like that, The God Dragon was gone.
The First Star guides all others even when lost itself. With courage it invokes confidence in those beneath and challenges the faith, ambitions, and ideals of those who would follow it into infinity itself. This was the sacred duty of the dragon given the title of first, a prince among cosmic serpents meant to one day become The King Star. Inevitably it was with shining charisma and a boldness of heart that he was able to build what was once lost. Becoming the scion of those who would worship the divine beasts and the beasts themselves had become his prerogative and through generations of commitment to those trustworthy had the Kingdom of Fabrolias and The Vanishing Knights become a paragon among kingdom's of relative size. Within it was a condensed populace of the strongest, most intelligent scholars revering the serpents with praise, and as a result there had been relatively no issues with building a community of those who respected power above all else. There would always be those who thought to challenge this authority, but it was with power only that they could sway the words of the Fabraestor, Adell Illiandes Laemington.
When the guest had arrived they were below the clouds and the kingdom itself where water fell from above to the sacred lake below. The chain of islands that comprised Fabrolias itself were held up by the laws of physics within the world, dictated by their peculiar location. Fabrolias was almost impossible to find because it rest within the womb of Ophion, a titanic serpent of immense size that swam through the nebulae and dimensional boundaries at whim, refusing to obey any who was not the prince of serpents himself. This perpetually long serpent commanding the power of an artifice was dangerous, though no more dangerous than the inhabitants within. While Reverend walked on steps of meek black, the first individual he would see loomed at the scarlet and golden gate of the main temple—and they were far from ordinary.
The guardian that stood at ready was Aegaeon♦, a weapon belonging to one of the five generals of the Vanishing Knights. Mystic water rushed through insulated tubes with impetus just as his pure white eyes lay themselves on the intruder. The vanguard's left hand dropped to the hilt his venomous water blade and celeste webbed ducts shot from each side of the katana's sentient scabbard, commanding the luminous sword from its sheath. Before it could be drawn, however, the light of the sky beyond cast a shadow over him from behind, and the very suffocating presence that accompanied it could only be one being. Aegaeon knew it well, this very pressure was unlike anything he had ever experienced, enough to crush the life of a weaker willed individual and evaporate the very atmosphere of the world about it.
The Lord of Infinity himself. The tower of ivory-hair atop his head danced majestically in the zephyrs of the lake below, the strange ecology of Ophion's womb stirring with The God Dragon's sudden reappearance. With a hardpan face Aegaeon withdrew from his crouched stance and stumbled back in both respect and fear of Adell's presence.
“M-my lord!”
“Withdraw from your station and inform your master that I am not to be interrupted.” his thunderous voice inspired the clouds above to swirl around the kingdom with far more haste than they had prior. The rumbling atmosphere was but a sign of things to come.
The massive titan of a man had entered with all amenities in-tact. Along each of his forearms were gauntlets that bore the brilliant shine of stars condensed within them, glowing brighter than he or the realm itself, and the best characterization of his utilization of them would be skill and dexterity. Appeased by the idea that an intruder had forced themselves through and into Ophion's womb was a perplexing one, that of which he intended to make them pay with for with their own blood, that is if they had no other reasoning beyond idle curiosity. This enough brought him here, to the gates of his own realm, a leader who would sooner step into danger first than allow it to devour those devoted to the very idea of his existence.
There were other relevant articles of armament about him, the complexity of his ivory-suit's composition and lining, the warm golden watch along his left arm, and the treasury of weaponry he had collected, many mundane, though others quite unique and favored on occasion. Though doubtful that he'd need to use every trick in the shed to erase the threat posed by the stalking intruder's arrival, his cosmic eyes coruscated with minor intrigue, and in the very next moment his already heavy presence multiplied dozens of times over. The sheer density of his presence, physically and metaphysically, shook the foundation of existence around them for but a moment, yet this was but a necessity for him to use any power worth while. The first goal of his was the protection of the people, but beyond that?
The Book of Prophecies didn't know it, but Adell Illiandes Laemington would adhere to a destiny far beyond what he had quantified.
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Post by elyk on Sept 19, 2018 22:46:27 GMT
He had ignored the guard as if he wasn't planning on dodging whatever strike or attack was coming his way. None of that mattered when the man of the hour came into the picture with his brilliant and blazing light. Stopping in his tracks Reverend finally turned to look over at him and his striking nature. Surely, the artifact was drawn to this individuals massive light along with the fact he was going to straight up just throw down on him without even asking a single question. Still, Reverend knew it was rude to just walk in uninvited, however he didn't know what kind of realm he was stepping in before hand, so who is really at fault?
The 'guard' left and Adell decided to really apply the pressure of his presence to almost staggering levels that would surely have made any normal man fall straight to his knees. Adell however would find that Reverend was unphased by such a display, and being the sort of man Adell was he would be able to point out that his unexpected guest's own presence, though seemingly modest in appearance, was cutting right through his like a hot knife through butter. Moving his hand off his swords strap he lifted his left hand up and would wave at him in a...friendly gesture.
"Mr. Adell Illiandes Laemington, My my...That is an impressive display of power, you must really not like uninvited guests!" This man would chuckle some as he then would push back up his spectacles once again. "But what about those bearing gifts?" He smirks as he slides the box from under his arm and holds it out towards the man. Now, the simple letters that were hidden under Reverends armpit would be visible right in the center of the top of the box. Three simple letters that to some wouldn't mean anything, but to others...everything. 'U-T-I-C'
"Inside this box..." The white haired man in black began to talk again. "Is a relic from a universe long forgotten, a weapon that even the Gods Fear. It has chosen you to be it's bearer, to carry the weight of leading others towards a righteous goal. However...I don't really trust their judgements to much. Sometimes they are fickle and just want to use a host to get to the next more predominate user. I don't like the idea of someone abusing the power before it finds a rightful owner, so...I'd like to see for myself just how accurate those little files we have are."
This Reverend was just seemingly casually chatting towards Adell like it was nothing and that stupid grin he held on his face with those tiny little dark blue spectacles. "Ah..where is my manners, I forgot to introduce myself. I am known by most as Reverend, The Soul Slayer. It is a pleasure to meet you finally oh lord of infinity." He bowed with the box still in hand.
With the term 'Slayer' and the box marked 'UTIC' Adell could only come to so many conclusions. Inside UTIC it was known there were only a handful of men labeled 'Slayer', that was Wolfgang the God Slayer and Killiak the Shattered Slayer. If this man was indeed a slayer, his story was shrouded in a mystery, or lost to time. Still to make such a claim is bold and there seemed to be no deception in Reverends tone.
"So...Interested? The box is practically vibrating with you near so I can tell it's pretty excited to see you in action as well. I must say, I am as well, you are known to be quite an expert martial artist and though I am more a swordsman I do dabble a bit in the art." Back with the normal chatter until Reverend realizes he is still in the middle of the air.
"Mmm...So if you want we can start however you want? Down below? Up here on land. Though I do suggest your people do try to keep a safe distance, the last time I did this we accidentally erased a moon." Chuckling to himself as he remembers his fight with another Candidate. "ooo...Good TIMES! She really took me to task."
Finally he stops and puts a serious look on his face. "I'll even keep my sword here." He takes it off and plants the sword in its sheath in mid air, stuck into the same black mist that is under his feet, it hovers there. "So...what say you?"
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Post by Hero on Sept 22, 2018 18:26:52 GMT
The misinterpretation about The Lord of Infinity was both absurd and nonsensical. Without mercy did he vanquish his foes where the determination of his armament was as capricious as causality. While the comfort of his technical aptitude was peerless when utilizing his hands there were a multitude of other weaponry that he had mastered beyond certainty. As ambiguous as the God of the Battlefield was, the dragon was equally frightening. The misconception of his capabilities stirred unrest within the warrior who's aura was parted by that of the Reverend's own, though this was of little consequence. While the Reverend's aura was sharp and revealing, Adell's aura was heavy and enigmatic. Contrary to its appearance, it wasn't incandescent as the cosmic eyes of the beholder or the resplendent gauntlets coruscating with divinity that vibrated with attraction to the box that the mysterious slayer carried, but rather it was comparable to the cold like that of the vacuum of space itself. Glittering about the air were flecks of shards that was his very presence manifested throughout the atmosphere, conjugating in unity for something unseen. Perhaps to empowerment of the primogenitor itself?
Impossible to tell, what Reverend instead would be wise to observe was Adell's reaction to his words. Everything he said was absorbed with a thoughtful ear, and though instead of offering repose, did he instead submerge into the belligerence associated with his hereditary. The genealogy of his ancestry superseded the understanding of most as he originated from somewhere that time and space were infants and organizations, creation, and humanity were but concepts that had not yet been forged into being. Most could never understand the heritage that dominated his temperament, that of the Eogazurd, cosmic serpents often referred to as stars that were the vanguards of existence and the astral in a time before the lower domain had been created. Overtime, by the rancor of Bahamut, the King of Dragons had the corruption of their dispositions and all facsimiles become wanderers of dusk and dawn. It was to his son, Adell Illiandes Laemington, that the legacy of these legendary beings was entrusted to, the prince of dragons whom only prayed to galvanize himself to surpass even his father.
Some would say he had already, though the fervor of his mind in the moment of Reverend's speech ended could suggest otherwise.
A vociferous shriek signaled the birth of an aperture by which the perceptions of time and space reeled in fear.
The recoil was instinctive and the coddling lapse of the world within the dragon's very reach could have come with devastating effect were it not for his innate control of the Deus Artifice used to summon weaponry from a vacuum outside of the material. First did the silhouette of an edge appear, rigid and esoteric, hugging the veil of its construction within the world for the better of a second before the glittering blade manifested true. The opulent lange messer itself held a violet hue that descended along the length of the blade into lavender, and then into decadent shades of blue. In the wake of the weapon did the golden gauntlets along each of his arms dim their hues, as the soul of the Nibelung Messer commanded respect. The digits of his left hand grasped the glossy silver hilt and swept it through the air above and to his side. While not the divination of the blade itself, through the crystal soul itself did he send a signal to The Deus Artifice, and in the next moment, the world around them became oddly stale.
Surely the Reverend would feel it...the dimensional readjustment about them, creating an ubiquitous boundary centered at their union that expanded out for several star systems, a mere contingency of the higher domain's bio-computer. What The Soul Slayer would have to soon realize is that those of whom were heralded with his name in their midst as Slayers were powerful, moreso than most whom had come to exist within the metaverse at any given time. However, The God Dragon, he who had brought Malphisto to his knees in The Vestusio War, slayer of Zodiark Angelus, the Esper of Eternity, he who's nemesis could be considered the most powerful being in existence in that of Beramode Pendragon, the one whom founded The Pandemonium Knights and even Rena once known as Anshin— this being was in a caliber of similar breath, and by his measure, in another entirely. Cosmic eyes of iridescence seemed to observe Reverend as did the Yangan of conventional and unconventional senses in silent contemplation. How would he go about this battle? Having underestimated his swordsmanship the ivory-haired king saw it only right to use just that to defeat him, and perhaps a bit of something extra were it necessary. If absolutely necessary would he resolve to breaking Reverend's strategies apart with his bare hands, but never one to shy from a challenge, the king began to step forth from the island itself, using the the presence of his ether within the world around as a frosty platform to amble forward.
Beneath every step of his lacquered black dress shoes did disks of ice materialize by way of his aura that froze the air. The motes of his very ether remained powerful and prominent, even while Reverend's aura seemed to ward it away with a haze of dusk.
Fourty meters separated the two conjoined by battle. “I will judge your words with your resolve,” did Adell's voice rumble like a looming thunderclap. His lips curled into a belligerent snarl.
Actions speak louder than words, and that was the merit by which The Lord of Infinity would judge Reverend, the Soul Slayer.
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Post by elyk on Sept 28, 2018 22:47:17 GMT
A half grin slid up Reverends left side of his lips as he seen Adell send out a wave to insure the protection of his kingdom. It really didn't surprise him that he would do so, after all the likely hood of escalation in any contest is quite real despite noble intentions. It was also something he would expect of someone who wanted to keep what they had, to protect something and be responsible for it. He expected nothing less of anyone whom the Artifact would be drawn to.
"I'm glad to see you are quite protective of this place. But I assure you, I'm here to add to you not take away." He moves his left hand to gesture towards the sword he had just planted into the air. The darkness would move it towards his grip and he would take hold of it and bring it down to his side. Hearing the words of Adell's, the mention that he would be judged by his actions amused him more as this was Adell's trial.
"I have to ask Adell, I've read a bit about you and...What is it that drives you? Do you want to protect? Build a better future? Simply be the best? or...just be adored?" Reverend would slowly slide the Nikushimi out of its sheath with his right hand gripping the hilt. As the blade would slide out Adell would notice the worn out nature of it. The blade was in no condition to be used in a fight and seemed to be in need of desperate repair. It's edge was chipped and worn from hilt to tip.
"I have been a Hero for twelve thousand years, long enough for some to consider me a villain. But it is I who help Shepard the masses and let them grow. It is I who keep them safe by cutting away the most dangerous threats that eat this omniverse up. Or...I was... This is Nikushimi." Reverend nods to the sword now in his hand as he lets go of the sheath and it floats back behind him. He holds the blade effortlessly in one hand as he raises it up it front of him and points the tip towards Adell arm fully extended.
Slowly Reverend drops his body back, pulling the sword slowly back and over his head. His left arm fully extends down at an angle putting his wrist almost in parallel to his feet with his index and middle finger extended straight up almost touching the tip of the blade. His right knee bends as his body drops and his left leg extends out in front of him.
The strange shadowy wispy energy stays below his feet to keep him in the air. The fact that Ice seem to sprout under Adell's feet is not lost to him, nor is the radiant aura that the man seems to always project. Reverend for all signs save for the dark energies seemingly at his command and the unflinching but small aura around him seems to be nothing more than a mere man challenging a god.
A strange buildup does seem to be gathering around Reverend though, an odd blue ephemeral flame starts to build around him. "So, I do wonder that whatever your goals are...Would you also be seen as the villain over time? Show me you what you hold dear, and I will show you how fragile it can be..."
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