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Sycross Costello [Finished]
Sun Dec 17, 2017 3:34 am
DANAVA OF IMAGINATION & REALITY
SYCROSS COSTELLO
I. Basic Information
» Name: Currently the Danava of Imagination and Reality goes by the name of 'Sycross Costello', it was the name which had been given to him once he was recycled and given life anew. As he was brought back into the world he had trouble remembering what his life was like in the past, in the back of his mind he felt that there had been something more to him but he couldn't put his finger on it. But the demon decided that he needed a name that he would be able to go by, for a long time he went through numerous different aliases- but after a close friend whom he met he decided to respect their memory by permanently making their name his. He carries this name in high regard, if it were his name perhaps he truly wouldn't care what others thought or said of it... but to live in the memory of his fallen friend he shall not allow anyone to trample on such a name.
Over time the demon has come to remember certain pieces of information, such as the name given to him when he was first born into the world. The name of "Adael Incoporus" was a name that some held in high regard, and that others wished it would just disappear. It was a name given to him by his summoners, they based it on the concepts in which he was forged in. He was given the name Adael, meaning "God witnesses", this said due to his summoner believing that he was the one to witness the birth of a new world in which he would be their 'God'. Incoporus was the surname given due to his concepts being vague and incorporeal, as is the idea of imagination.
He does not go by his name even though he has remembered it, he believes that the bond he made with a dear friend was more important to him than a few words made by crazy lunatics, and he shall continue to believe that.
» Titles: Over the ages he has been given a variety of sobriquets and pseudonyms, though many have been forgotten and the ones which are remembered are have not been used in an extremely long time: Lord, Fallen, Deus, and Sketchbook. All of these names have their own origins, some more interesting and viable than others. Though the names which have been forgotten by his mind seemed to likely be gone forever, perhaps he shall one day remember it all.
Both 'Lord' and 'Fallen' were nicknames which were given to him by the demon clan which brought him into existence. He was revered by the people in the clan, they thought that he would be the key to them winning the war and becoming the leaders of the demon realm. Because of this they referred to him as 'Lord Adael', very few in the clan were allowed to speak his name without the honorific or title- though this was not because he enforced the rule, it was the head of the clan which did so. The latter name was given to him after he had been sealed away and was no longer with them, they made multiple prophecies talking about how 'the fallen one would return', or perhaps they would speak of him orally. Until the very last clansmen they worshiped him and believed that one day he would come back to them, and they would resume their conquering of the realm.
On the other hand 'Deus' was a name given to him by the people who were in his inner world. When the davana got bored he decided to create his own world and people in the blank void of his inner world, this gave birth to cultures and things like he never expected to happen. Though they seemed to be unified under one religion for some reason or another, it was a common and accepted fact that someone whom they called 'Deus' made the world they lived in. Therefore while it was not a name that someone directly spoke to him as, it was a title given to him by the fact he merely existed.
Though on a brighter note, the name 'Sketchbook' was something given to him by the dear friend whose name he took upon their death. Once seeing what he could do, his friend who was an artist, decided that a fitting name to call him was Sketchbook. Much like the artist, the Danava's canvas was the world and his paint was his imagination, and so kindly and lovingly he was referred to as Sketchbook. As corny of a name as it was, Sycross couldn't help but love it more than any of the aforementioned names; the other ones were titles that he had been called by, none of them had true emotion behind the words. He loved this name because it was not a title, it was a nickname given to him, and for that he shall forever hold it dear.
» Age: Time is fluid for most people, the perception of time is something that is at a constant and for very few people can they actually stop the process of aging. If it were possible for Sycross to remember his past life he could likely call back to a time when the area in the demon realm he was born in consisted of city-states, which would be around 30,000 years ago. So in total he'd be about 30,000 years old, he spent a long time in his inner world but time kept moving for him. However due to the fact he died and was recycled, at this current day and age he will say he is only about 572 years old, but if you were to count his age as one time from start until now he'd be a total of 31,729 years old.
But on the other hand he does not look like he has aged a day past his twenties, a man who could even be considered a grown adult yet not an elder. Someone who was on the climax of life was far past the age which one would assume by just walking past him on the street.
» Gender: Both before being recycled and after his from has taken that of a male, his voice masculine yet soft spoken of course. Just by taking a glance and the danava you can immediately tell that he has a penis, or at the very least looks like someone who should have one. This guy is in no shape or form androgynous, perhaps the only thing about him that could be considered feminine would be his pale skin- not pale in the unhealthy way. Though in the end Sycross is someone who couldn't give a hell about gender, rather than looking at you with such a label he'd look at someone as a person. Though... that does not mean he doesn't like women, in fact he loves them!... Yep, male.
» Affiliation/Rank: Sycross at this moment is a loyal follower of Shadow Fall, working for the upper echelon in a group known as the 'Banshee Force'. Having the fourth position out of ten in this group, he serves to directly protect the thrones and goes on different missions. For now he will begin to believe in what they stand for, but only time will be able to tell if something about that will be changing or if it will stay like that.
» Shifter Appearance Written: Over the years Sycross hasn't seemed to age at all, the man has always had a constant appearance. He stands at the average height of five foot eleven inches, depending on where you are in the world this could either make him below or above average in height, for those using another system he'd be standing at a total of 180 CM. He has a slender figure, not being petite but for as strong as he could be he doesn't seem like there is a ton of muscle mass on him, while his muscles are relatively toned he has never been a muscle buff. Sycross weighs in at around 164 pounds or if you'd rather, 74 kilograms, while some might say it's a surprising weight for his size he does have a small amount of muscle mass on his body no matter how small.
On the top of his head lays softly his silver hair, it flows longly and goes down his back, his hair is soft and smooth- though most of the time Sycross doesn't find a reason to brush or comb it so even on it's best days it seems a bit wild and unkempt. Speaking of which, most of the time Sycross will keep his hair in a ponytail near the top of his head where most of his hair tends to hang, near the front of his face his bangs tend to sometimes get in his eyes but sometimes they are parted. The sides of his hair is where his hair tends to fall down onto his shoulders sine not all of it can stretch up all the way to the ponytail to be kept.
Right under his bangs lay his eyes, both of them a fluorescent purple that seems to match a lot of the rest of his attire. Directly on his face on the left eye is a mark which moves down from his forehead, an arrow going straight through the eyelid and down only to move off to the side. Sycross does not know the reason for which he has this, he assumed perhaps it was some side effect of him being recycled, or perhaps if his body stayed the same maybe it was something that he had received previously in life. Either way, for as long as he could remember, he had alway had the mark on his face and didn't know any other reason as to why it would be there.
For the most part while in his shifter form he tends to wear a classy white dress shirt made of pure silk. On the edge of the shirt where the buttons lay follows up a long purple line, going all the way from the bottom of the shirt to meet where his color lays, the buttons themselves matching the ones on his vest with a metal texture. The cuffs of the shirt happen to have the same texture, while having a silk feeling on each side they are shown as purple- though most of the time are not able to be seen due to the coat which he wears, though we'll get to that later. Around his collar lays a sleek black tie, near the top of the tie is a purple gem with golden etchings around the embedded gem.
Above the shirt is a purple vest which covers all the way around his back, though cutting off where the shoulders meet the sleeves. The vest is made of a thicker, yet similar silk material- whereas the shirt itself feels as if it was relatively thin. Much like with the purple lining of the dress shirt, the vest itself where it falls around the tie and color has black edges, the area in which the buttons meet happens to be the same with the long black lines following up on either side of the vest. The buttons of the vest itself as states are made up of a metal material, thick enough to not be bent but still out of a thick metallic material.
Finally, on the top of the vest is a long coat which seems to go all the way down to the back of his knees, or perhaps even a little longer than that if he were to hunch down a bit. The coat itself is made out of a similar material as the vest, but with a less constricting feeling of course. The white coat goes all the way up and pops up much like a collar would, near the shoulders lay two guards with golden edges, while following down all the way to the cuff of the jacket lays a black fabric with golden edges- much like how the rest of his coat near the front happens to have golden edges.
Though luckily for him, the pants he wears is nowhere near as constricting as his upper body happens to be. Wearing white dress pants, made with a silk fabric like his shirt though is much more akin to the fabric of his vest when considering the thickness of the material. Pockets lay on both sides of course, though the stitching is made in such a way where he can bend in any which way and the pants themselves are not likely to rip- expert sewing! Following all the way down are two simple dress shoes, a slick black and comfortable padding inside of the shoe itself, laced up tightly on the top of the shoe is two long and black laces.
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» True Appearance Written: Most of the time Sycross tends to look the same, the only time in which his appearance has really changed happens to be when he changes his form into his true form, his demon form. In this states he still stands at the average height of five foot and eleven inches, and at the same time his slender figure has not changed much no matter how one might perceive it, the muscle mass staying the same which leaves him at a total of 164 pounds. His figure for the most part has stayed the same even when he is in this form, nothing physically has happened nor does he really grow any type of horns nor anything else of the sort, for the most part he looks relatively humanoid.
In this form some might say his hair is even more wild than before, if the other one was wild and unkempt then this one can be considered a complete disaster. It looks as if no one had taken a brush through it in years, being the same silver color and as smooth as ever it is flung wildly to the side, his bangs hanging low yet to the side and in the middle as to not obstruct the man's sight. Unlike last time, his hair is not even long enough to warrant something like a pony tail, barely even going half-way down his neck, his hair is practically the same, just much shorter whenever he happens to shift into this form.
The two orbs in his face, or in other words his eyes, happens to be one of the few things that look non-humanoid in this form; and even then if one wanted to they could get an eyeball tattoo which could give them black scleras. Though much like his original form, his eyes have stayed the same purple color in, nothing about his irises happens to change at all- the only notable difference is that one is a slightly brighter purple than the other. Much like before the other constant thing happens to be the thing on the left side of his face, the long line which goes down his forehead all the way across his eyelid before scooting over to the left onto his cheek is still there. Though it makes him curious why such a mark is still like this even though he has changed from his true form, he doesn't know what influenced it to be there in any way.
Covering his entire body is some form of suit, more akin to something like body armor, Sycross has worn this for the longest of times- the suit itself being a sleek black. Here and there are breaks in the armor which leaves space for a purple fabric, and near the legs especially there are places where on the edges are also a purple color. Near the center of his chest is a glowing gem which is embedded into the suit itself, the gem itself seems to be glowing as well as being an indent into the body armor, therefore not protruding outwards for anything to catch or press against it.
Even though the body suit happens to go all the way down his arms, on the top of the body suit specifically near the chest and arm area he wears a long jacket which much like before has a flip up collar which follows all the way around his head. The jacket itself is intricately designed with lines, the jacket being mostly black with some lines following around the edge and covering across the arms in purple. Once going all the way down the sleeves you find the end where the purple lines meet and faded into a black cuff, the jacket itself being sleek as can be. The fabric seemingly made out of something similar from his jacket in the last form, being as constriction-less as possible.
On his hands Sycross wears padded gloves, the palm itself being padded with some type of gel which allows him to touch and hold things along with moving his hands without any kind of constriction. Near the top however, especially on his knuckles, are padding in a similar fashion as to what coves his entire body, the same type of hard body armor covering them. Though between his hands and the armor itself is the same padding gel covering his hands, as to keep his knuckles as free from injury as could possible be. The black gloves follow along to where the fingers are, similarly padded in both armor and gel alike they area purple color all the way down through his fingertips.
Beneath the suit itself is some clothes, a black shirt which sleeves follow all the way down his arms and is made out of a similar silk fabric. Beneath lays a pair of black pants which are not dress pants yet are made out of a smooth fabric, not cotton nor any rough type of material. Having pockets here and there leaves space for him to put things were he to bother to take off the suit itself. Near the bottom he does not have any shoes on mainly due to the fact the body suit itself have boots at the bottom, though he does wear a pair of socks underneath to prevent any kind of blistering.
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II. Personality
» Positive
◎ Active If he isn't doing something, then he is wasting time- and that is something he loathes more than anything. The demon must always be doing something, he loves being active and moving around- whether it is out going for a walk, reading a book, or just fiddling with his hands. Whenever Sycross isn't moving his mind wanders off into other places, his imagination will fly free and go in whatever direction it can be pulled. If he isn't doing something then he will definitely find something to do, whether it is going around and straightening things up or if it is simply drawing a piece of notebook paper and pencil before starting a sketch, he is a man who likes to constantly be on a mission, though because of this it does sometimes give him problems paying attention to what he was doing at the moment or whenever people are trying to talk to him, which can lead into misunderstandings.
To some extent Sycross has ADHD, he is a person who tends to wander off task, sometimes lacking persistence and has difficulty sustaining focus on one singular task. But this is most commonly seen with day-to-day things, whenever he sets out to do something, if it is important, he will make sure to do the task until it is finished to completion. This has lead into a problem of time management, whenever it is something he sets out to do and becomes obsessive over it then he will do it to the extreme, sometimes spending an ungodly amount of time on the things he has to do. On some projects he has been known to spend days upon days on whatever it is he is doing or fidgeting with at the moment, when in all likelihood he will probably forget about it within five hours of even finishing it. In reality the one thing that he truly chases afterwards is the feeling of satisfaction that awaits him once knowing he has finished something, it is a feeling unlike any other- at least to him. It's something that he craves, and forever will crave as long as he walks the world.
◎ Calm Perhaps a bit different form other people, Sycross is a person who tends to try and keep himself together at all times. When pushing his buttons just the right way it is definitely possible for someone to get on his bad side and aggravate him to the point he gets aggressive. But as long as someone doesn't push them in the right order then it's more than likely that he will not respond violently in any way, shape, or form. He believes someone who can keep a neutral expression is way more valuable than someone who let's their emotions drive them, and furthermore he is someone who believes their surroundings effect them. If he were in a group of people, it would give them more confidence if they were to see someone who was able to keep their cool no matter what they were doing, being able to see someone who at the best and at the worst of times managed to get the job done and get it done perfectly.
He spends his time doing things that are calming to him, he normally puts time aside every single day to do something such as meditation. He believes a calm mind leads to a sound soul, therefore he hates things that cause discord within himself and within a group. Whenever a problem occurs and he has the time to think of a solution rather than doing something on the fly, he will separate himself from the situation to take the time to consider all of his options so that he can go in with a purpose. He separates his response from the stimulus which he was given, if one were to cause a problem with him he would retreat to think of the best course of action before just deciding what to do for himself. He believes that if one did things without considering all the facts then he can put in jeopardy every single thing that he has worked so hard for, all of his time wasted.
◎ Cooperative While yes he is a person who believes he is always right and knows best, he also is smart enough to know when he is over his head and cannot do something alone. But in truth he loves working with people, after all when working with someone that means there are meat shields he can use when danger is inco-... E-Er, that means they can help each other if the time were to come that they needed to do things such as fighting or sharing information... Yeah, that's what was meant. A lot of things in life you can't do on your own, sometimes you need outside help and he can understand that, he is able to work in a group with people he trusts. The only problems comes in when he is having to work with someone he does not trust, whenever being around them he would always be looking over his shoulder and watching them- he would be skeptical on why they even bothered to be working with him and what they could possibly gain. Trusts is a huge problem that he has, he is not someone that could blindly trust them on the faith that they have no reason to back stab or betray him.
With all that said, even if he doesn't trust someone he does understand when doing things alone that there is a possibility he could be overwhelmed- whether it was the amount of work he had to do, or if he was fighting and the enemies were too great in strength or in number. He understands his own weakness and knows that other people could easily come to fill in the gaps where he lacks- but this has lead to an obsession of bettering himself every single day, he wants to get to a point where he has absolutely no weakness and he doesn't need the help for anyone to do a single thing. This is something he wishes for, this is something that he constantly trains both his mind and body to work on- he doesn't even want the help of his eternal partner, if he could do everything all on his own then he would!
◎ Empathetic This is a trait of Sycross that most people will never in a million years get to see, or believe that it even exists within him. It's a secret side of him that is very rarely shown to anyone, part of Sycross has come to disgust this about himself and believes that it is weakness. But when there is someone that he comes to truly care about, he will be incredibly caring and kind towards them whether they are going through strife or not, whether they are on the greener side of the grass or if the grass where they stand has withered and died. When someone has seen this side of him they will come to realize that he truly can care for someone, it's just that when someone is alone for so long it hardens their heart and it becomes near impossible to show emotion. Showing this side of him has become hard, perhaps it is because he is either secretly afraid of getting hurt or believes that if other people see the side of him that they will judge him for it.
By some miracle if he cares enough for a person to try and be there for them whenever they are having problems, it is likely they are talking to this side of him rather than the normal one which is shown to most people. In truth he is a good listener, if one wanted to talk about their problems then he would care to listen if they needed an ear- if there was a problem which they could not handle alone then he would do whatever was within his power to help them. He will constantly be looking out for the person, if they were suffering or in need of a lift, in emotional pain or being physical hurt; he would make sure that through thick and thin that at the very least they could say he was by his side and that they were never alone. But again, for him to become so attached to them, they must have known each other for a long time! He doesn't show this side off to people he just met, after all.
◎ Hardworking Possibly tying into him being passionate about something, whenever he sets his mind on something he will continue to work on it.He is not only willing, but he wants to do the work and wants to do it right; he is always efficient on things such as showing up on time and getting the job within the duration that he has been given. Perhaps this is just a way for him to pass his time, such as when he was stuck within his own inner world it led him to being an incredibly diligent person in governing his world. He would make sure things were constantly happening whether it was day or night in the world, whether it was supposed to be a peaceful or violent time for the people that lived there something would always be going on. He made sure that the gears turned and that they turned the right way, and if there was a nail which stuck up too high in the board then he would slam it down with all of his might, after all as being a hard working person he needed to make sure the time he spent working on this world didn't go to waste.
If he were working a job he would make sure that he would not only show up on time, but that he would arrive as early as he possibly could. He would make a point to never be the last person to show up or to do something, and if by some miracle he managed to fail completely at what he was doing then he would beat himself up at much as he could until he eventually felt like he has atoned for messing up, after all not doing things correctly wastes time and that is something he hates to do. Sycross is a self-motivated person, he is the type of person who would sweep the floor if he happens to just see that it was dirty and needed to be cleaned. He is someone who will take the initiative on something whether the person at the top tells him to do it or not, then again most of the time he hates being told what to do so perhaps if someone told him to do something he would go out of his way to not do.
◎ Incisive Most of the time Sycross can seem to be a reserved, quiet person- this stems from the fact that he is an analytical thinker and tends to go off on tangents within his own mind while observing things. He likes to get to the bottom of things, the thing that self-motivates him is curiosity of how things work or perhaps the curiosity of what would happen were he to do things thing or another. The danava detests when things have contradictions or do not make any sense by his logic, if something didn't click in his brain then he would keep trying until whatever he could not grasp previously was easily understandable. He believes himself to have a sharp intellect, a mind that can quickly and effectively grasp patterns, principles, and structures- he wishes to one day be able to understand how the world itself works, how the multi-verses can co-exist and not clash into one another and what powers managed to force everything into a perfect clockwork which makes the universe as we know it.
Sycross will see overt emotion as a weakness, something that he should distrust. This leads him to believe that if it came down to a situation where a decision needed to be made right then and there, that the person who showed such weakness would let their emotions get in the way of what they should do. Most of the time he is a flexible person, he is able to work around things if they happen to get in his way or form some kind of roadblock that would give other people problems. If there was something prohibiting his access from where he is to where he needed to go he wouldn't give a second thought to breaking the rules to get to where he needs to be, this has lead to a bad habit of his- the thrill of improvisation. It brings him a feeling that is closer to ecstasy rather than satisfaction when he just does something off the fly and does it great.
◎ Outspoken He believes that what he said should be heard, Sycross is never afraid to look at someone and let them know what he is thinking. He is a very opinionated person and will point out things he believes needs to be pointed out. This is both a good and a bad trait, while being able to voice your opinion is a good skill it starts becoming bad when one does it in a manner that is blunt and tactless to another person. It can get to a point where he does not agree with someone or does not agree with something, and he will point out it's flaws and be incredibly brutal with it, he doesn't care that someone else has feelings when he believes something needs to be said.
This likely stems from when he was younger, when the demon clan summoned him and made him their 'Lord'. His opinion was asked on almost everything, this caused him to some sort of inflated ego when he walks around, believing if it is needed then he would speak out against something no matter what. Most of the time he is okay with just speaking his mind and dropping the subject, very few times does it ever reach the point where it becomes a fight, he just believes that if one was to have a conversation with another, or talk to them about some kind of plan or action that their opinion is wanted on the matter. Besides, if their opinion wasn't wanted why would they ask in the first place?
◎ Passionate Whenever Sycross gets into something he can become adrenalized over it, if something catches his eyes he can come to find himself working on it almost non-stop if it were possible. Whether it was a project, another person, or perhaps even a cause in which he can find his faith in, then he will fight for it until the day he dies or stops believing. Were he to become passionate about the cause of a group he would come to believe in it's word, thinking that whatever they were doing was for a common goal whether it was a good one or a bad one. If it were a person he would come to believe that they could do not wrong and would follow them to the ends of the earth if need be. If he were to become passionate about a project of his, he will complete it to a point everything was done and complete exactly as he wanted.
This turns into him being a perfectionist about every single little thing that he does. Because of this he tends to thing it is either right or wrong, perfect or a disaster, he will think in one extreme or the other rather than seeing the characteristics of people and situations. If someone were rude or mean he would think "They are mean," instead of, "They can sometimes be mean." It comes to a point that he rarely can trust someone to do a task correct, some might see him as a micro-manager or a control-freak when in reality he just sees his actions as wanting to get the job done right. Sycross always tends to fixate on something that he messed up rather than looking at all the things he did right, tis leads him to procrastinating or avoiding situations where he thinks he might not excel, secretly this just means that he is afraid he will fail at the task and his rationale becomes, "I probably won't be able to do it like I want to do it, so what should I bother doing it at all?"
◎ Principled Sycross, believe it or not, does work off some principle or another. Though one would be wrong to assume that these principles are morally just or righteous, he is a person who drums to his own beat and follows his own set of rules. While these principles might not be morally correct, at the very least he does stay constant on what he happens to believe.
His principles are based on his own morality and what he happens to believe in, Sycross has an alignment of true neutral and most of the time will not lean to either side. He knows what is right and wrong, he has no evil nor good tendencies, he is likely to kill someone, but at the same time is just as likely to save them. Most of the time he will look past morality and weigh the options on if they would benefit him the most or what he just happens to feel like in that moment. He would not be the type to needlessly kill someone, if they get in his way or hinder him any shape or fashion then perhaps he would abandon or get rid of them if needed.
◎ Protective There are very few people in this world the Sycross actually comes to care about, the idea of camaraderie is a foreign concept to Sycross. Beyond that the idea of coming to 'love' someone is something that has never even bothered to come to his mind. He became an incredibly lonely person when he was stuck in his inner world for over 20,000 years, he became someone that tried to keep people and things as far away as they could possibly be. If he continued to care about things in his previous life outside of his inner world he knew he would constantly think of them, so for his own sanity and the sanity of his eternal partner he dejected himself from them, bringing himself to no longer care about them to save his own sanity- which didn't work, by the by.
But if he happens to come to care for a person he will be extremely protective over them, if something or another were to put them in harm's way then he'd do everything within his power to stop it by any mean's necessary. On the other hand if he were to come protective over an object or item he would make sure that it was always in his hands. He wouldn't even think of the possibility that anyone else could get it, the mere thought that the thing he currently has which is his and his alone could be in the hands of another person. If one were to try and injure someone or something, or take someone or something, he would go through hell and back to make sure he got what he deserved for daring to even look at his property the wrong way.
» Negative
✘ Arrogant Likely to be one of his worst flaws, he tends to have the mindset of what he thinks is right, and he doesn't care what anyone else thinks or says it won't convince him otherwise. A lot of the time his ego will take a hold of everything and he won't pay attention to what's right in front of him, reality sometimes is ironically too far out of reach for him no matter what he comes to find to be true. Even if at times he was proven that he was in fact wrong, there a high likelihood he won't even admit that he was wrong no matter how obvious it is or how much it is pointed out. But this does not mean he isn't willing to learn, while he does not outwardly say he understands that he is wrong, on the inside in his mind he keeps it in check that in fact what he thought was wrong- his outward attitude will not change whilst his internal attitude is taking every single bit of knowledge that he can so that in the future were something to come up he would not be wrong.
In fact the truth is he has insecurities, he doesn't like not knowing things, he doesn't like knowing being able to do this thing or another thing. One might take it as in truth he just likes stroking his on ego when in reality he just is not confident in the area which he does not understand, and because of that whenever he is proven wrong he hates it when other people shove it in his face- but if he was right he'd definitely shove it in other people's faces.
✘ Blunt A lot of the time when he sets out to say something he believes that need to be said he doesn't mean to insult someone, he doesn't set out to insult people but sometimes his thoughts take control of his mouth and the words just come out before he even realizes it. Rarely does he ever have to be asked for his opinion, if he sees something most of the time he will let it be known how he feels about it and will not care if the person who proposed the idea or commented on whatever it was they commented wanted his opinion in the first place. Though it does get his gears going when people don't take his advice and opinions on things, but he loves it even more when he is proved right, when what he said against their own thing happened to be correct and they ignored what he said. A lot of the time when he voices his opinion, his bluntness will make him seem like he is being a bad guy when in reality he is just trying to offer some friendly advice, though this does not mean that he is afraid to tell someone what they are considering or are trying to do is completely idiotic.
Sycross is the type of person who hates beating around the bush, if you are going to say something then he wants to hear it, you'd have a better chance with him if you didn't try to butter him up beforehand. Because of this doing things like obligatory small talk bores him to death, he does a little on the inside when he has to talk about the day-to-day things that no one really cares for at all, he'd much rather be talking about something that actually matters and is interesting!
✘ Egocentric He has an inability to differentiate between self and others, it is hard for him to look at things from other people's perspective and will not understand how others feel about it unless they voice their opinion to him. Most of the time he will look at something from his position and only think about it from his angle without any other opinions on the matter, and even then if one were to point out their opinion there is a high chance he wouldn't care how they felt on the matter. He is also somewhat of a narcissist, though he does not receive fulfillment by his own admiration, he takes more gratification from the opinion of others and hearing that what he did was amazing and that they think it is the greatest.
His selfishness, egotism, and vanity tends to drain other people dry, he brags and claims to be smarter, braver, more capable, and wiser than others. To very few people is he secretly envious of, he believes that if anything people should look at him and be jealous for his ideas, thoughts, appearance, whatever he has... they should wish they had something as great. But most of the time he doesn't let this get in the way of him having relationship with other people, most of the time it is his lack of trust in others that truly keeps him away from talking to other or getting close to another person.
✘ Fickle In truth he does not know what he wants in life, he can become tempted to take a decision whenever someone brings up a better option even when he had previous decided that the current road he was taking was the best one. He also tends to set unrealistic expectations, he will set lofty goals in which he believes should be achievable and when they are he ends up turning his back on them because they did not reach what he wanted them to. This leads into him having trouble in making decisions at times, when something is proposed to him he seems to be interested but then when the other option comes along he has trouble deciding which one he would rather choose.
But that does not mean he can't make them, whenever he sets out on something it's possible for him to take it to the very end and go all the way with it. Most of the time when he is fickle it relates to the people he hangs out with, being fickle on whether or not he is going to continue to be with them or decide to ditch them for what he believes to be greener grass, this mainly attributes to his lack of confidence and trust in other people.
✘ Hypocritical This is the state of being two-faced, or rather saying something and then going around to go ahead and do it- it is the act of condemning another person for an act of which the critic is guilty. Sycross hates liars and people who have the guts to tell him that he should trust him but they turn around and end up lying to him about things, how could he possibly have trust for them? Well on the other hand he has no problem going around and lying to people if it ends up helping him more, if it is needed then he will lie with a smile on his face and not regretting a single thing. But if someone were to come up to him and claim that he were a liar, and how he was a hypocrite for telling others that they should not lie?
He is hard headed, even if he knows what he is doing is wrong and unjust, he will argue his point and have his eyes closed, ears deaf, and heart locked! He doesn't take criticism well from anyone, were anyone to try and tell him what he was doing wrong, he'd lash out at them and tell them what he is doing is perfectly alright- very few people is he willing to take their opinions on things that involve him or the work he does. If he were confronted about his actions he would become incredibly hostile with other people, he would lash out at them in anger and tell them that what he is doing is right and there is nothing wrong with what he is doing,. Deep down, secretly, he does know that he is a hypocrite and knows the things he does are sometimes the things which he hates more than anything- he knows that at one point he became the thing he hate the most.
✘ Impatient A restless desire for change and excitement, it has been said many times that he hates wasting time- whenever he has to have patience to wait on something it drives him absolutely up the walls. He tends to show hostility towards things that delay him from his goals and resents being held up no matter if it's a person or an object which stops him from getting what he wants to get done, well, done. Similar to anger, in some sense, he gets frustrated whenever he has to wait for something to be able to do another thing- paperwork for example is something that is extremely tedious and Sycross has no patience for whatsoever.
Most people have their impatience triggered were they to have a goal, but that is not the same thing for Sycross- he is a person who has a goal at all times, which is to not waste any time. This goal tends to lead him in directions where he wants to be moving at all times, due to this it has lead to him being incredibly impatient all the time rather than only when something is stopping him from reaching a certain goal which he has set out to meet.
✘ Obsessive Whenever working on something that he truly wishes to work on, when finding that one thing to occupy his time, he will do it to the extreme and at times become obsessed with it. There is a difference from being passionate about something and then getting to the point where you are completely obsessed over it and it takes the majority of your time if not all of it at once. Though most of the time whenever he becomes obsessed over something it's going to be a project of his, were he to become obsessive over a person he would find himself wanting to be around them almost constantly. He would not have an unhealthy obsession with them, more so an interest or perhaps if it went far enough even some form of blossoming care or affection for them somewhere hidden deep down.
One thing should be noted, he does not become obsessive over trivial things such as drugs or paraphernalia. He is the type to become obsessed in the work he is doing at the time or perhaps even something as drawing a picture which he sat down hours ago to do, it is something that he does find himself almost having a problem with. But then again, that's just how he tends to occupy his time with... what else would a wandered like himself be doing?
✘ Possessive If he happens to find something that he cares for on an emotional level whether it be an object or person he will do his best to protect them. Though this extends to an even further level of him becoming possessive over the person and almost being overprotective to him completely sheltering them and keeping them away from all other forms of contact with anyone else. Most of the time he can keeps this in check, this can just lead to him having some form of jealousy which perhaps if it continues can lead into a festering hatred for another person or for whatever they happen to be doing in the moment. His past experiences with people have lead him to become a very suspicious person, were a person to come up to someone he loved he would be suspicious on their intentions even if it was merely friendly.
He does not let this ruin things however, most of the time he can keep quiet and not mention it or anything of the sort. Though... the problem comes when he feels the need to mention it, that's when danger might arise for the people interfering with whatever he has come to hold dear.
✘ Insanity One might say this is obvious, yet at the same time one could look at him and see a perfectly functioning person. Due to the lack of human contact within the majority of his life he spent trapped it has lead him into a social disorder, in truth insanity is two sides of the same coin. On one side you have the highly-functioning sociopath where he can live his life and no one seems to be any the wiser on how he truly is, but on the other side of the coin you have the psychotic person which is angry and aggressive.For the most part he seems to lack any type of remorse or shame for the things he does; were he to kill someone one day, within the few hours following the death of that person he would likely be sitting at home drawing in his sketchbook as if nothing had happened.
A lot of the time one would key the term of insanity as doing something over and over again with the same results, when in reality that is not what insanity truly is. Insanity is the inability to determined what is right and wrong, in truth it has come to a point where Sycross no longer can tell if killing someone is as right as it is to saving them, he has disregarded the thoughts and decided he could do without them and now lives in true neutrality- in true insanity.
✘ Vindictive In truth most of us in some form or fashion have fantasized about wreaking revenge on someone who has wrong, hurt, or betrayed us deliberately. Though for most people they won't think of it past that, their rationality kicks in and tells them that it was wrong, their moral compass fixing itself as to show that what they were thinking of was completely out of their mind. Most people will stay angry but then they go ahead and they move on with their life, for the most part trying their best to forget what had happened to them and will likely be fine when they are give time. This is by no means true for Sycross! He is a man who has lived with a broken rationalist and moral compass for a long time, this has lead him to become a very vindictive person to those who come and cross him, to those that stabbed the knife into his back and leave him lying there and bleeding on the ground.
Revenge is a reaction to injustice, or what someone at the very least perceives to be such a thing- they old saying "An eye for an eye" kicks in here. He believes that if someone has wronged him then they deserve to be wronged just as much, and in return he will try and wrong them at least a little bit more so that if they were to try and think about doing it again they would remember what he did to them. But little does he know of the end of that quote, an eye for an eye "leave everyone blind."
» Likes
◎ Caffeine This is easily one of the greatest creations in the history of the many realms, caffeine is something that Sycross has been known to constantly be drinking or sipping on. For a man who hates wasting time above everything else this is a godsend, something that allows him to keeps his energy and stay awake for as long as possible. Something that allows him to spend more energy than he is given, something that he can drink and has the ability to taste good! This is truly a creation that only the gods themselves should be allowed to have, yet is gifted to lowly commoners... perhaps he should try to change that one day.
◎ Drawing Imagination is a fickle thing; ideas will pop in your head and within seconds your attention will be taken elsewhere and just like that they are gone. One thing that he occupied his time with while being trapped was drawing, he would draw whatever came to mind! He loves the feeling of holding a pencil in his hand and letting the pencil's lead flow across the paper as it starts to form into a grandiose picture, whether it be something that looks professional or if it looks like an amateur just threw something on there. He believes the drawing is a true expression of creativity and imagination, something that anyone can do no matter the skill level, something like this brings him happiness. It's one of the few things that someone can bring up to him, and no matter who the person is he can get to talking with them and it will continue and flow! He spent a lot of his time after being recycled with an artist, he came to enjoy this man's drawings and asked him how to teach Sycross how to draw as well as he did- the number one tip he was given was to practice, practice, practice. So he can always, no matter on what day or where he is, be found with a pencil and a sketchbook.
◎ Music Yet again another perfect example of one using their imagination flow onto something, while Sycross has never been into making music, he loves listening to it. Music much like drawing or even writing is something that comes from the imagination and flows out onto a paper, but unlike the other two things they are not figures nor letters just written on a page. Music is something that once written down, someone can play it and the sounds can fill the air with a symphony that can give even the scroogiest of scrooges to stand up and dance, or at the very least smile while listening to it. Whether he hates you or loves you, if you were someone who could make music to some extent at the very least he'd respect your talent and the abilities that have been gifted to you, for the ability to express your imagination in such a way is at the very least impressive to him. He loves to put on music while he is writing or drawing, or perhaps he will put in ear buds while just going for a walk... though this does lead into the problem of him not paying attention to his surroundings.
◎ Rain There is an odd calmness that comes from standing in the rain, Sycross loves taking off his glove and holding his hand out to let the rain touch his bare skin, the cold yet warm feeling that comes from being outside in the rain. The only part that he could do without is the feeling that he is left afterwards, the feeling of being drenched and soaking wet- the feeling of when his clothes are heavy and his hair is wet and stuck to his head, when it heavily hangs and is hard to keep up. On the other hand he loves staying inside on a rainy day, he loves being inside and hearing the rain as it storms outside, puddling up somewhere on the outside as he can hear either the heavy or soft dripping that echoes throughout the house. He'd rather the sky be cloudy and cool than the sun be out, of course when the sun is out he is drenched... but that's in sweat, he believes rain is much more pleasant than being smelly and stinky.
◎ Reading Filling the paper of a book between your thumbs is something that Sycross will never get old of, flipping through the paper and hearing the sound of it as turns. Whenever he reads a book his mind is able to flow and go elsewhere, his imagination is able to take him to places that otherwise he would never be able to go. Books are also constructed upon the genius of another person's imagination, the concept of a book is something that is held near and dear to someone such as him. While he hates wasting time, he believes that if his time is spent reading a book then it is impossible for the idea that he wasted a single second to even cross his mind. It is not a waste of time to sit down and read a book, to let your mind grow and let it go elsewhere to travel the expansive world that is your mind. To be able to read and to go to another place, a place that you don't have to stand up and walk to, a place that when you go there it doesn't cost a single cent of your money, a place that when you get there anything could happen. He wishes that when he was stuck for majority of his life in his inner world he had things like books that he could of been reading, otherwise the things that he made in his world would never of existed- in fact the things inside the books would of taken their places on the canvas rather than the places and the people that were actually there.
» Dislikes
✘ Being Ordered Around He has always been his own boss, Sycross has always been the person who has told himself what to do and has never let someone force him to do one thing or another. If he has ever done something it is because he wanted to do it, if someone had ever forced him to do something or if he had no other choice he would act as if he truly wanted to do that thing. He wouldn't dare give them the satisfaction of telling him what to do, that was a privilege given to him and him alone. But if by some miracle he is forced to do something he didn't want to do, he would go out of his way to make sure that whatever it was the person wanted done was not by any means close to what they wanted. Had he been ordered to clean the floor, he by some miracle would make sure that scatted all across the floor was more dirt than there had been before, making it so that if someone were to come back behind him to have to clean it up it would be even harder to complete the job. He does not like authority, but on the other hand he loves it when he gets to order other people around, a bad hypocritical trait of the danava.
✘ Incivility Being civil is important, this is why whenever Sycross presents himself to other people in the public he tries his best to look as good as he can... apart from his hair. Whenever speaking to someone he tries to be as correct and precise with his words as possible, he would make sure that he is standing up straight and looking them in the eye. He tries to be as polite as he can to other people, so at the very least he would expect the same kind of treatment from others as he gives them. Whenever he meets someone that is not civil, and in fact has bad manners, he wouldn't why away from the confrontation of telling them what was wrong and how best to fix it. If someone went out into public looking like a slob then he would tell them how he felt, if he felt they looked like a slob then they should be treated like that. Had someone came up to him acting like a barbarian, then he is going to treat them like so. Though this does not mean he is against fighting, in fact he believes that fighting is one of the quickest and most civil ways to end a problem.
✘ Liars Sycross has a huge problem trusting people, it is something that he has always had and believes that no matter what happens he will always have a tough time when it comes to looking someone in the eye and taking them for what they said. No matter who the person is he always likes to be prepared for if they were trying to betray him, are trying to go back on what they said, or perhaps are just toying with him. In return he has a huge hate for people who lie, they are the scum of the scum of the earth. To some extent he understands why people lie, after all it is something that if needed he would do! He would lie and lie, lie some more, lie a bit over here and lie a bit over there. Whenever he is doing it he doesn't care at all, but the moment that someone else dares to try and lie to him the mere thought infuriates him. If he knows that someone is trying to lie to him he will try his hardest to catch them in that lie and corner them, he would force the liar to admit they were lying and why the heck they would have to lie to him in the first place. He would make their life miserable, he would make them regret for daring to not tell him the truth!
✘ The Heat He hates sweating, he wishes that things were never hot and they always stayed at a cool climate- after all he would sweat a lot less if it was always cool. He wonders sometimes if it would be possible for him to just get read of the sun itself, he remembers back in a place where it was never hot, the cold climate of his inner world. He doesn't understand! Why do people like it sunny? If there was a person who used fire as an ability he would absolutely despise them, but it would be less of a real hatred and more of a childish joke and scoff as to why they would have such an appalling ability, wouldn't using it cause them to be in harm's way of overheating? The bottom line is this, he hates sweating, he hates the heat, he hates the sun, and he wishes that they would all just go away and die in a hole!
✘ Wasting Time This is something that Sycross absolutely despises, whenever the thought that he is just wasting his time passes crosses his mind he would immediately go to do something. Whether it was going for a walk, meditating, drawing, reading, talking to someone, or literally anything else in the world- he'd rather do that than sit around and do nothing. The thought of taking his time to go out for a nap unless he needed sleep otherwise he was going to pass out never crossed his mind, he would rather spend his time having his hands on something or doing something- freaking anything! To him time is a resource that you can never get back, it is something that you have and it's something that every single second that passes a small chunk of it is gone and it is gone forever, you can never get that second back. And eventually all of these seconds that you come to waste will eventually form into an hour, an hour will form into a day, a day will form into a week, a week will form into a month, a month will form into a year, a year will form into the rest of your life! The thought of wasting his entire life not doing a single thing plagues him every single day. Sycross hates it when he does something and he comes to find out all the work he did was a waste of time, whatever he was trying to do didn't work out in the end or someone turned their back on him- to him this is the worst way you can wrong him. If he isn't on the move then something is wrong, if he doesn't have something his hands then something is wrong, if he has stopped caring about wasting his time then he has completely given up on everything.
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Re: Sycross Costello [Finished]
Mon Dec 18, 2017 10:52 pm
DANAVA OF IMAGINATION & REALITY
SYCROSS COSTELLO
III. History
Chapter 1
A Price Paid In Full
"The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it."
― HENRY DAVID THOREAU
― HENRY DAVID THOREAU
When the danava was brought into the world, it was not because he was recycled nor was it because he was created by Nidhana herself- in truth his creation began countless centuries, perhaps even a couple millenniums in the past when the demon clans started to form into city-states. A certain demon clan far in the corner of the realm started to build and it came to power much like many others, they knew of a certain ritual which could call forth a great power if it were ever needed... so they began preparations. It was meant to be a tool, whenever they got prisoners of either high demon blood or that of low, they would spill it and use it as material for their summoning. They would use a special technique to first gather all of the Za Koa within the demon's body and then contain it all together in another time-space which had been crafted by the demon elders from centuries ago to keep their secret weapon in a safe location so that no one could find it and use it against them, or even worse... destroy it. Once doing so they would then sacrifice the bodies of the demons they captured and they would let it build for whenever they truly needed to summon a great power to help them conquer and defeat their enemies, it would only be used in their greatest time of need, it was meant to be the ultimate power which would help them conquer all and destroy their foes.
This was a power that had built for thousands of years, a secret power- one that would wreak havoc upon the demon world when it was time for their rise to power to come, so for now the clan would one-by-one find the strongest demons which they could and slowly siphon their energy into the energy pool before discarding their remains for the summoning circle. Eventually as times changed, the world no longer was full of gypsy clans which would go about their days partying and being free- back in the day within this certain region of the demon realm the clans would go about and fight for the rights to a certain area or perhaps just items which the other clans had. But as time passed they started to settle down into a loose conglomerate of city-states, and as time passed once again their wars would rage on for the area, for the resources, for the people within the walls of the cities. The wars would rage on, within this war there were countless clans- hundreds of prisoners being captured day-in and day-out. One day, on one of the clans which were being ransacked and looted... something came to the attention of the clan head, the elders approached him and told him of a secret power which the clan had been building for as long as their roots took place in the demon world. At first the man wasn't sure if he could truly trust this information, he was the son of the old clan head whom truthfully knew about this plan, yet he was curious as to why he was never told about this by his father... but nonetheless, he trusted the elders and if this is what they thought would bring the war to an end and let his people live in peace? Then he would use whatever ancient power awaited him within their vaults.
Once preparing his men, he ordered them to grab the hundreds upon thousands of demons which had been captured over this extended time of war and to march them down into a secret place within the caverns of their city, it was here in the underground which they would begin their ritual. No one was ever allowed to go down there, it was off limits to everyone and only the elders of the clan new what truly waited their- something they called 'The Soul Room'. Once zapping the demons of their Za Koa and storing it away for safekeeping, they would bring them down to this room, and when they were at their weakest with not an ounce of energy to protect themselves, they would tie their soul to this room via an ancient sealing magic. Hundreds of thousands souls swirled around the room, the restless residing within the confines... the smell of death had long since stained the halls of the Soul Room. Once all of his men and the prisoners arrived, the elders would go through and zap all of their Za Koa from within them, and with that they would attach their souls to the room one-by-one. They would kill the demons by slitting their throat, this is so that they could gather the blood and use it as a catalyst to make the magic circle. Once the deed was done, they would gather in the corners of the room where holes laid in wait, here they would dispose of the bodies with the rest of the bones from the rest of their sacrifices. They would spend their time going around the room and fill the crevices in the ground and on the walls with the blood to create the summoning circle with the holes being around the edge. With this, they were nearly ready to begin the ritual for the great summoning.
First they soldiers gathered around the circles where the remains laid, they would light them on fire and let the smell of burning fill the room. The elders would circle around the middle of the room where in return the head of the clan stood directly in the middle, he was to 'receive the great power' as he had been told. The head elder began to chant an ancient magic, instantly the spirits of the dead start to rise from the ground, their souls flickering as they circle around in the room, due to the dense concentrations of souls within the area the air itself almost became hard to breathe- their sight even becoming impaired to some extent. Another elder began to chant a different magic, the souls starting to swirl all around the room in a clockwise rotation- starting to turn in a vortex surrounding the elders and the clan head, the demons formed a wall as if they were within the eye of the storm- a swirling tornado of souls encompassed them. Finally the rest of the elders start chanting at the same exact time, they all hold their hands up to the sky as a rift in space begins to open, the ground itself starts to crack and the room itself shakes. From within the rift an endless colorless energy swirling, the energy itself too enormous to exit the world all at once, it was too large for it the room to manage to fill. For this exact reason is why they had spent incalculable resources to expand the catacombs for as long as it could extend, going on for miles and miles in all directions except for up, in truth... the entire catacombs was the magic circle- and everyone in their except for the elders and the head were to be added to the catalyst- this is why he had been ordered only to take his strongest few men. However from within the vortex, the clan head could not see as his men were strangled from the sheer amount of energy feeling the room, their souls being ripped from their bodies as they joined the protective cyclone which circled the center and kept everyone from within safe from the dense amount of Za Koa. Outside their bodies not being able to withstand the bulk of energy and it began to incinerate them from within, the screams of agony just harmonizing with the groaning of the damned.
As the head elder kept the souls manifested and another one kept the protective vortex in the area, the rest of them focused as slowly the Za Koa oozed out of the rift, this seemed to continue and continue for what seemed like ages. The sound of crackling fire reverberating off the walls as it filled the room with a burning sea, the humming continued as the clan head stood there as if he were ready to receive the great power, he believed completely now that this was true and that this would indeed be their saving grace! That it would be their way to victor! The man imagined with all of his heart and soul what it would be like, he believed that he could make his dreams and wishes into reality and bring it into existence- it was then that the rift began to shatter. The Za Koa began to pour out faster than it could handle, the energy was almost too much for the magic to handle and it was about to be completely overloaded! He thought it was over!... And it was then that he learned the elders had planned for even this, instantly deeper cracks appeared as it shattered, all of the energy all at once being forced out of the pocket. When he believed that it was over, when the man was about ready to close his eyes and accepted death- he saw as the inner circle began to rotate in a cyclone much like the souls themselves were doing- yet this was much more violent. The ground was shaking and from above he could see the light of the sky as the energy shot out from the catacombs and forced open the ground, rupturing into a large open space as the cyclone continued to climb higher and higher- at this point the density of the energy was so intense that had it not been for the protective magic his very soul would have been ripped asunder! The tower had climbed even higher, it was farther than his eye could even possibly see at this point.
While the Za Koa began to extend even further into the sky, the fire from the surrounding area also began to circle up towards the sky and follow the energy as it soon became a maelstrom of souls, wind, energy, and flames. For miles upon miles one would be able to spot the vortex, in the surrounding areas alone all the Za Koa was starting to gather as the ritual continued, while not taking their soul it did indeed begin to drain all the citizens of their energy- anyone in the nearby area unless strong enough would find their energy being ripped away from them. The murmuring got louder and louder, at this point it seemed as if all the elders had been chanting the same exact thing as the from the bottom you could see the pillar close up- were it not for the flames it would of been impossible due to the mere length. Yet this was only the tip of the iceberg as the influence seemed to spread out as if it were a flower and they were hiding within the stem, the catacombs being the roots which had been fervently given nutrients. The chanting at this point had reached full screams as all of a sudden the walls of the cyclone began to close in, the elders being forced outside as it circled closer and closer around the man until it became to the point he was stuck in place- he as well was to be the spark. It zeroed in faster and faster until finally a large explosion of energy was sent every, it the shook of the explosion cause quake after quake and the catacombs in the surrounding area started to fall causing the rest of the city to collapse as well, the Za Koa spread across the sky and grew colors as if it were a bright light- it was announcing to the world the birth of a new demon... the creation of the Danava of Imagination and Reality.
The souls all at once had immediately swarmed the mans body, filling him as he began to hear slow whispers over hundreds, no thousands... no! Hundreds of thousands upon millions of words as they screamed out within his brain, it nearly drove him insane as he fell towards the ground, everywhere was on fire as in ruins laid out the scene of destruction, people crawling out of the rubble, children crying. The whispers grew into screams as all of a sudden as if in the blink of an eye they instantly went quiet- what followed was a slow instance of calmness, true peace and tranquility entered his body as the adrenaline of the event kept flowing. And finally he heard a voice call out to him, "Pfft, and you were suppose to be my master?" The man looked around in the rubble only to see some elders groaning, others on the ground dead; he then looked towards the guy, seeing the residual energy merely forming lights in the sky, a truly beautiful sight, "Looking for me?" The man was confused, he did not understand where the voice was coming from, but it was then he realize... the voice did not echo from the outside, in fact it was close- almost a little too close. "I don't know what happened around here but geez... it seems you guys really did a number on the place, though I regret to inform you that whatever you did has given me immense power. I feel as if I no longer need to stay within the confines of your body, as if I could make my own physical form and leave just at the snap of a finger." Immediately the man began to feel a pull from his chest, he screamed out in pain while he clutched it, he wanted to ask whatever was within his brain to stop and to listen to him... yet it felt as if he had no control over this being. It was not the secret weapon which he had been promised by the elders, it seemed to be more of an enemy than something of the sort!
He looked up towards the sky from the ground to see that figure of a man, his skin pale and seemingly white hair draping his head- the man seemed to be completely in the nude as he called out, "You!... You... You are to be our Lord! You sir are to save us and to bring us victor in all that we shall do, with your help we could surely even conquer the lord of the realm, please witness us! Become our God!" The man had been completely at a loss, this thing that had been standing before him was something that was supposed to be a weapon- it was not supposed to be something which could surpass him. It had been meant to be this thing which would bring him enormous power, enough to conquer all of his enemies! Why had it forsaken him?! He had forgotten about his men, about the elders, about his city which was on fire, about whoever could have seen the large pillar explode from the sky, about whatever he'd been thinking about hours beforehand, the events of the day, whatever! He could merely pray that this man... would take him up on his offer.
"Oh? Is that so?... Interesting. Your offer has been considered lowly one, before I make my decision I shall have to see of the world as I have yet to be given much information about how it works... for now, I order you to take control of your men and save the civilians, otherwise who would be there to worship me, their God?" The clan head stood up from the ground and immediately ran off to make his way to the surface, he was to prepare the for the arrival of his God!
But this new, mysterious man had other plans, he stood there contemplating what had been brought before him. His eyes watched the bright light sky as he had only just been birthed from some obscene ritual, whatever scent had filled the room moments ago was no longer there- it had been eradicated by the traces of energy. The only thing he did no for sure was that this was his beginning, this was his genesis.
Chapter 2
You're Gonna Go Far Kid
"If you want to go fast go alone, if you want to go far go together."
― PROVERB
― PROVERB
At first everyone had been confused, no one truly understood why all of a sudden there had been a new head of the clan elected- well, not even a head of the clan... it seemed this man was closer to something like an owner with the leader being his dog on a leash. Most of the time after the explosion the man had left the city and went out on his own, coming back actually clothed it seemed, he claimed himself to call the shots and because the head of the clan approved, everyone began referring to him as their 'Lord'. He didn't seem to really do that much other than sit in the room and call the shots, never did this man leave the capital building of the city, after coming back into the city and announcing his face to everyone he had not left. Though, they did have a name for him to go by, the head of the clan had decided to give him the name of 'Adael Incorpus'. The elders of the clan had almost all died, either they died from the pure concentration of energy once they had left the protective barrier, they died from the rubble which had covered the grounds of the catacombs, or they had died from the shockwave which covered the entire city. There were a handful that had managed to survive, but out of fourteen of them there had only been 4 left alive- living the city also almost without their council. However the city should count their graces, for in their luck the oldest surviving member of the clan had managed to live through all of this, the man who had been there during the creation of this project and the man who had told the head of the clan about it... the head elder.
For the most part within the first few weeks of this man's birth, he had spent most of his time learning about what he was and where he was from- he had approached the head elder and asked him what kind of ritual had been performed upon his creation. He had been surprised that in fact his creation had been planned for a couple thousand years, and he himself did not know the limits of his own power with all this energy that had been stored inside his body. Adael was sure that this at the very least would of likely increased his surplus of energy a thousand fold if not even more, it expanded himself even further than he thought would be possible. To be honest he was not really complaining all that much, quite frankly he was intrigued by all the effort that this clan and it's leaders had gone through to make him. He wondered for many days and nights what threat would force someone to go through such drastic measures as to sacrifice some if it's best men for a singular being which might not of even listened to them had they even managed to create one. Adael spent his the time within the room which he had been given to explore himself, this is where he escaped into his conceptual world and found the blank world- here he met someone with long features, a faceless man who sat in a chair reading a book. Adael spent his time questioning the man profusely on who he was, what he was, where they were, whatever question he asked this man for the most part he seemed to of known the answer. Upon learning that this man was 'on his side', he somewhat got more at east with the idea of him living within his head, though one thing he had been curious of is where the amalgamation of souls that had been made to use his bodies went. For some reason, this was an answer the eternal partner had seemingly decided to leave out of it's explanation.
After another month of meditating on what his purpose would come to be in this life, Adael for the first time decided to leave his room- this had shocked all of the servants who seemed to be going back and forth within the hallways. They immediately ran towards the head of the clan to tell them that the man after this entire time had left his room- during the time when he had spent in his room not a single time did he talk to the head of the clan nor let him into his room no matter how many times he asked. Adael had turned him away each and every time, telling the man to come back later or that he had no interest in talking to him- truthfully he only bothered to talk to one or two servants or the head elder. Most of the time when he had conversed with the head elder it was half because he wanted to off the man, and half because he had much knowledge on the world... which was what Adael needed the most of during this time. When leaving the room he began to walk out to the balcony near the top- this is where the last time he had talked to the people of the city... he was pleased with what he saw. The city had seemingly almost been completely fixed, looking all around all he could see was buildings being repaired, near the middle of the city where there had been a giant hole not long ago was nothing but dirt, they had seemingly fixed the ground but yet to pave over it with whatever it was they planned to do so with. It was at this moment when he considered it- he truly considered taking these people as his servants and taking them to victor against the demon city-states, the so-called 'enemies' as the head elder had so lovingly referred to them as.
Right as he looked down across the city he heard up from behind him heavy footsteps and a panting breath, when turning around to see what was going on he rose an eyebrow at the sight of the head of the clan who currently was bent over with his hands on his knees. "I... hah...hueh... phew, al-alright, you!" The man stood up with both his arms roughly shoved up in the air, the man seemingly approaching him with anger, "H-How dare you! You just stay in your room for longer than a month and then all of a sudden come out without saying anything? Couldn't you of at least called for me?! Like seriously, the nerve of some peo-!" It was at this moment he had realized something which he wasn't sure he could take back or not, the man's eyes went wide as he took a few steps away from the white-haired demon and bowed, "L-Lord! I apologize, I cannot be-believe my ignorance would take me to the point where I could dare raise my voice at someone whom is great as you! I can only hope that you will forgive my stu-stupidity and let me leave with severe conse-consequence!" The man stood there with his head down, he expected to be hit? Slammed? Humiliated?
It was at this point Adael would sigh towards him and just shake his head, "From over here it feels as if you would be willing to die for me huh? What if I went down there and told you to kill the first five children you saw? Perhaps you have a wife or child? Would you sacrifice them in my name if I sword to you that i'd help you?" At this point Adael didn't care about him raising his voice, honestly if it wasn't for the fact he was trying to prove a point then it would of been likely he would have busted out laughing the moment in which the man rose his voice. "Honestly... you guys around here take things way too seriously." It was at this point he started to walk towards the man, the other one seeming to shake with intense fear, it almost made Adael wonder if he truly though he was going to kill him... When he got within arm's length of the man he would of taken a step to the side and once passing him just go to pat the man on the back, "It's true I don't like you that much, frankly I hate almost all of you here... but jeez lighten up a bit, if i'm gonna work with you i'd rather have the person who'd yell at me, they are a lot less of a brown-noser and easier for me to get along with... oh, but do keep calling me 'Lord'." It was at this point that Adael would pull his hand away from the other man's back, and with that he would tart walking down the hallway leaving the man in complete disbelief, he seemed to of been surprised by how friendly Adael had been! Perhaps... this demon summoning thing hadn't been a complete disaster after all, hm?
While time seemed to pass, three full days would go by before anyone would happen to see Adael again, the only person who seemed to of been able to even glance or talk to him was the maid he had randomly pulled and said that she would bee working for him personally. Later that day he had left his room and told the head of the clan to call everyone to the town center, there he gave a speech: "I am sure many of you are unsure as to who I truly am, to be quite honest I do not truly know who I am as well, it was not long ago that I had been brought into existence by a ritual which I had nothing to do with. However as I am sure you all understand this, I know there is much civil unrest due to my absence and if people truly believe that I plan to do absolutely anything with the power that has been gifted to me by your people, the answer is? Well, obviously it's a yes. No person can be a great leader, unless he takes genuine joy in the success of those under him, I would like to get to know this city and it's people, to know and understands your strengths and weaknesses... with this? And hear me clearly now, I will not fail you." It seemed that for the most part the people had taken his speech with relative confidence, some left the area completely believing the truth that this man who had showed up out of nowhere just a few days ago would lead them to victory. Others on the other hand didn't seem to convince by him, they hated him and believed that the lives which had been sacrificed to make him truly were more valuable than what he got- though one thing was sure either way... he surely had an intimidating, and strong presence within the heart's of the people whether it was good or bad. As he walked away from the town square the crowd would of followed him into the capital building, here the man would let everyone follow him until he was lead to the throne room, normally this was the place where the head of the clan would sit when doing his duties. This time however, seemed to be much different from normal, Adael would walk up to the throne and turn to everyone in the crowd as he would take his rightful place upon the throne, not as a leader... but as their God.
Chapter 3
Conquest
"Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end."
― ROBBERT HERRICK
― ROBBERT HERRICK
War- it is something that shall bring the end to everything, for if we continued to have war then the war itself will surely destroy all races and species everywhere. This is something that the demon himself never truly understood when he first experienced, he believed war was merely a means to an end, the thing that was used to get you what you wanted. It was something that he thought was a necessity to show your dominance and to let the others known that you are the apex predator, that you are the one who deserve to be on top and if anyone had a problem with it then they could either shut up or come and fight you over your position. For a long time he justified what he did with the idea that he had to do it and there was no other option for him, if he wanted to be the 'King of The Hill' then he needed to be ruthless, to lash out in anger and make others fear him. He was a product of his environment and nothing more, when he came into the world he was immediately put on a pedestal and he began to pick up on the things which surrounded him- lunacy and egotism. He learned many things while he stood on this pedestal and tried to eradicate his enemies, but sadly the one thing he did not learn is that when you are being way too cocky and overconfident- someway, somehow, life will find a way to humble you.
Nothing seemed to change for a while once he was pronounced their 'God', the only difference was that Abael had started to leave his room more often- he would regularly leave the city to go scouting of the other areas. He didn't want anyone to accompany him, but it seemed the stubborn mule of the head clansmen decided to follow him out of the city. For a God who was supposed to be their absolute ruler, for some reason or another it seemed like not everyone really followed his orders as he wanted them to- most did, perhaps out of fear or respect and maybe even some hope that he would bring the revolution for their people. In truth the only reason the man had followed him out is because of the thing he had said to him that one day, even if everyone was to revere him as Lord he would want at least one man to be real with him, someone that would voice his opinion. Ironically enough somehow or another the one who was supposed to be the master became the servants, and the one who was supposed to be the servant became the master. Abael did however trust the man, the pure dedicated emotion that he felt while being inside his head was something that Abael could not only trust, but be comforted by the idea that this man would not betray him even if all others did. In the sense it gave Abael a sense of relief, someone he could truly call a friend and someone who he could bring himself to trust and care about- even if he was to be some absolute ruler this does not mean he could live without friendship or comradery. Maybe this would give him a true reason to want to fight for their people rather than the curiosity which killed the cat, the interest of if it would be possible for him to lead this ragtag group of warriors and mages into battle and demolish their enemies.
Abael's plan had been to get information for now, to let the city rebuild it's defenses and for them to train their soldiers so that when the time comes they would have enough to battle off their enemies. Though it seemed the world had something in stored for the group, something that they hadn't expected, something that would almost bring their plans to ruin before they truly even started. While Abael and the clan head had been out and about going around, scouting out the positions of other cities and armies, discussing strategies on what they could do to take them over- they had been attacked. They did not know what was going, they were oblivious to the fact that had been spotted going around surveying the surrounding areas, it seemed this caught the attention of a nearby city which had seen the pillar of light even so far away just a few months beforehand. During the time which the two had decided to leave the city it seemed that another army had been on their way marching inbound for the city to talk to it's leader, but once arriving and seeing the city in ruin? Their plans had changed completely, going from the thought of peace back to the mentality of war, they had set out to conquer the city and sieged it's walls which were still in the process of being rebuilt. They set out and destroyed the walls, they crushed the archers on their towers and shot at the men running around on the outside who happened to of been on duty during the time which they attacked. They tore down the gates, some with the power flew over the walls and some just decided to climb them instead- the penetrated the interior of the wall and the fires of battle began to brew.
At the exact same time of this happening, Abael and the man had started to make their way back to their home- bringing themselves over the hill with random chatter and ideas of which they could do for the different cities they had seen recently. But when getting over the hump, they stopped at the sight of fires and flames, the screams of their people being heard from miles away as their city was ransacked- everything that they had worked for in the past few months had been for nothing at this point! Immediately the clan head sped into action, making his way down the hill and over towards his burning home as it left Abael standing on the hill alone only to watch as readied himself... This was his first true battle, he wasn't sure how the rush of adrenaline felt as it entered his system, he didn't know what it truly meant to be in the flurry of battle! In truth some part of him had been afraid that if he went in the battle he would not be able to handle himself, everyone just had assumed that he would of been this great warrior! But then something burned from within, it was this warm and comforting feeling of familiarity with the surrounding- as if he had been in battle many times, as if this was where he belonged and this was truly his home. It was a feeling from deep within, yet it did not feel as if it was something that he was considering for himself, it felt foreign to his own mind and rather than surging from his heart it surged forth from a warm feeling in his chest... whatever this emotion was, he knew that it was not his.
But luckily enough for him this was just what he needed at this point, as if following from behind the clan head he also let his legs carry him into battle as he zoomed past him at top speed. The feeling felt natural for his strengthened body as he met the first soldier on the field of battle, his hand rose and shot forth as it made contact with the warriors jaw as a loud crack echoed. The warrior had flung back towards the ground as the flames rose higher and higher, he seemingly got thrown into them as he screamed in pain before rolling out, the clan head had came up right behind him and slung down his sword as it cracked up against the mans chest and blood splattered out everywhere. The two men would sprint down the outside of the walls rallying all of their men and soldiers that they could find and taking them out to fight, a fierce battled ensued on the outside as they started to make their comeback with their leader and their God being back in action. It wasn't long before that they had manage to take back a good section of the wall from the enemies, both Adael and the clan head decided to leave their men on the outside and head inside to get to the main problem- both of them split up in hopes of finding the enemies leader so they could take them out. Both of them scoured the area from top to bottom, they went through house after house, they checked every single alley and found their way around the city. This entire time they kept rallying troops, they kept saving the civilians that they managed to find and they defeated every single enemy soldier that they could find at this point.
Somehow by a stroke of luck they both found their way towards the capital building at almost the exact time, however the clan head had arrived just a few minutes earlier than Adael as he had been held up by saving a group of civilians that had been locked up and thrown in a cage. As Adael found his way into the large double doors of the capital building, he saw as the clan head had already been beaten bloody and throw to the ground as a woman stood there with a long sword in her hands. "Oh? So a sow of your stature has managed to find it's disgusting way in here? Honestly i'm kind of surprised that you'd have the guts to come into my home and ransack it, though surely you will come to understand that what you have done here is a huge mistake... that what you have done here will come to haunt you in the next few minutes as your body becomes something we use to fertilize the ground."
The woman seemed to of scoffed at his proposal, she merely stood there with her bloodied blade in hand while scanning him to see what he truly was worth. "My dear, I do not believe I have had the courtesy of meeting you just yet, i'm afraid that as to what your identity may be is nothing but a mystery to me and I am sullen to inform you that I do not care. Whether this is your city," as she'd point to the man, "Or his, I shall come to rule this as if it were my own and you shall sit in the dungeon and rot away down there." The woman raised her blade and seemingly took her place as she didn't even bother to wait for Adael to respond nor give him time to prepare himself, she immediately zoomed in and slung her sword down towards the man. He responded with his own sword as they clashed, sparks flying everywhere as their high-speed confrontation went back and forth from what seemed to be an eternity but in truth could only have been a couple of seconds. Their blades made a symphony of metal and against metal as eventually one sword slip past the defenses and ran straight through her stomach, her whole body instantly sent into shock as she shook with fear and anger at the same time. Her hands no longer having the strength to hold her blade as she began to shake even more violently than before, it fell to the ground as she slumped forward against his body. At this point he threw her off to the side and ran over to the chief, who luckily enough seemed fine besides a bit of blood loss- nothing they couldn't really get patched up in the matter of a few minutes.
The following events had been relatively simple, he had brought the man off to another areas to get patched up and made sure that he would be safe no matter what happened, if they managed to bring every thing to a close or not. Following that, Adael left the man in the secure hands of their cities physician and went on to gather the troops and raise their morale, it wasn't before long the had managed to stomp out all of the resistance which had been given to them. The entire army almost running back to the city, or being captured and locked into the cages which they had been throwing the cities civilians in. Adael had gathered everyone into the city square for a damage report, but the most meaningful part of this was that the civilians and the warriors of the city saw that he was indeed serious about being their leader. They saw a man who was doing everything he could to get things under control, they saw someone they could respect and come to believe in, they saw someone who could truly become their God. With everything in check they managed to calm the city down, get all the fires out and hurriedly throw back up their walls if anyone else happened to get the bright idea to come and attack them. Everything had seemed to of been calming down for the most part, no one really freaking out other than a few people who had lost their loved ones in the attack and blamed Adael and the clan leader for not being in the city during the time of the attack. Adael didn't feel any remorse for something he had no control over, however on the other hand it had seemingly sent the clan leader into some sort of depression. Though this thought was soon rectified within the next week as they threw together their army and marched onto the city which had previously attacked them, with half of their forces gone and their leader being used as a stepping stone to the throne, they were an easy take over... and in truth this was the beginning. This was the start to a conquest which would soon come to set off a chain of events that would make history.
Chapter 4
Road To Victory
"The road to victory and success is bathed with the blood of those left behind."
― UNKNOWN
― UNKNOWN
Frankly after his first fight, Adael almost saw no reason at all to continue going around and surveying the rest of the cities. He had only been afraid the first time before he had never once before fought on the battlefield in such a manner, the demon had never let his steel clash against the steel of another blade and for that it had caused him to over-prepare himself. And in doing so this lead his city open for being attacked, now being more knowledgeable in the aspect he decided best to be smarter about how he did things at this point, he didn't truly fear battle anymore. In fact to some point it was almost exhilarating, the mere idea of combat was exciting to him now that he knew how to do it and was more confident that he would not die were he to go out in the battle, the fear had pretty much all left him at this point. This was considered to be his greatest strength, his lack of was incredibly useful to him while fighting- but in retrospect this became something that could also be considered something akin to his greatest downfall, something that would lead him to a state of ruin. Never had Adael considered the fact that it would come to kill him, but this is due to the fact that he no longer even feared death itself, but then again the prospect of death was something that no longer swayed in front of him with this newfound surge of confidence. Even as people would fall to the left of him, fall to the right of him, fall right in front of him; none of their deaths ever mattered, but this is not because their lives did not matter to him, something in him had changed and a switch had been flicked off.
Most of the time after dealing with the invaders had been spent rebuilding the city and establishing connections and dominance to the city that had been taken due to the brash decisions the invaders had made once setting their eyes on the ruins. A lot of resources had been spent splitting the work force between both cities, not to mention Adael went over to the city and forced the soldiers and civilians to work as slaves, he got resources so he saw no reason to now use what they took. Most of the enemies were forced to come back to their city so that they could work there under the watchful eye of Adael, meanwhile the clan head went over to the other city to find it's secrets and to fortify the city. The other part of the time had been spent doing tedious things, mostly going around and training more soldiers so that when they began their conquest of the other cities they would have enough warriors to truly fight against everyone fairly, they even forced the soldiers of other armies into their own through mind control. Part of Adael did indeed feel bad for what the people was going through, however must of his sympathy was put to death whenever he thought about the audacity they had when they first attacked- how they tried to kill him. With these thoughts fresh in his mind he ended up having no problem what happened to the civilians or the soldiers, the woman and children being a second thought to them as they would perform their duties as slaves to his rule. He had very little to no mercy for them, and it seemed his civilians to some extent could appreciate his iron hand against them, and to know that they were put before everyone else.
Finally as time passed and they managed to set up a straight connection to the other city along with granting even better defenses to both cities, they started to convene- they got together to set up the plans for what they would do. This is where their real planning would start to see where they would go first, what they would do when they got there, how they'd do it- in the end all the scouting that Adael had done ended up saving them a lot of time after all. They set out plans, for now their army would stay together until they expanded their reach and got more soldiers underneath them- once this happened they would split the two armies up with Adael leading one of the armies and the other one being led by the clan head. For now everything seemed fine, it seemed as if it would work and there would be no problems... though the real idea came in at was when would they truly split up? That ended up being another conversation for another day. Though everything was planning out nicely, the soldiers were being trained in how to use magic and Adael himself was looking to expand his horizons even further by speaking to his eternal partner. At first the thing didn't seem too interested in talking about it, but once speaking to it and eventually talking it into telling him more about what Adael truly was- he learned that magic beyond what he thought was possible was even more than possible. Here is where he trained and learned his origin, here is where he truly realized his capability to become a true god... this is where he learned that the elders weren't so dumb after all.
With this newfound power he took forth onto the glorious battlefield, fighting his way through city-after-city, learning more about his powers and how truly powerful he was- he began to understand... or thought he understood how the world worked. It was a dog-eat-dog world, and right now he felt as if he was the apex predator and everyone else in existence was nothing more but rodents which would become his food, he believed in the truth that he was to become the most powerful being in the world- and this is when the idea to come to control the entire demon realm began to manifest within his head. But in truth that was something he couldn't really care much for, that was an idea which would come to mind and into reality around five thousand years in the future, something that when he believed himself to be at his peak that he would even bother to attempt it. For now he marched through the cities, he marched through the fires and the flames, he marched and enslaved civilians; whether they be men, women, or children... none of them were safe from the new big dogs in town. Frankly Sycross couldn't care for what life had been like for his people in the past, apparently they were lower on the food chain but for now they were learning, learning how to become the one who was feared by all. And eventually the time came when they split the two armies up, each army having thousands upon thousands of soldiers and having no problem sieging cities with little to no causalities at this point. Sycross enjoyed the power, he let it get to his head a little bit but the one thing that kept him grounded to reality was the man who brought him into this world- the leader of the clan stayed by his side and treated him like a person no matter how strong he got, no matter what happened he didn't mind letting his opinions on matters be known against 'Lord'. To some extent people didn't like that, they worshipped Adael like a he was truly 'God' himself at this point, they didn't like that he did that- but whenever someone tried to correct him Adael would stand up for him and say that it was alright and that he didn't mind all that much.
Much like with the first one, when cities were taken they immediately got all of their subjects mind washed, if they tried to run away from the ritual then they would grab their loved ones and murder them before eventually murdering the person who tried to run away. They didn't take any prisoners, everyone was going to listen to them otherwise things were not going to go pretty for either of the groups involved in this little blood war. Time went by just as one would expect, woman were forced to be incubators- the ones who were not apart of the main city of course. As time went on and new generations came he saw no need to brainwash them, after all they were a generation being raised to worship the one true God Adael. The people in the main city began to live like kings and ruled the lower class citizens, they all had amazing lives with their food being many, their children all getting educations and then as they would love to, would go on to work for the army so that they could fight for their one and only Lord. No one dared to oppose him, at this point he did not rule by fear- but instead it was as if their city-turned-nation was a religious cult completely devoted to Adael, they loved him and believed in all that he said no matter what it was, the man could do no wrong no matter what he did to other cities. No matter if he ordered his men to rape and pillage, nothing he did could be considered sinful as he was to be the perfect example of demon-kind, or that's what they believed.
Eventually time came and gone as it always would, Adael at this point had became the ruler of almost the entire region, thousands of years had already passed and he still ruled. Everyone feared their empire and the city-states started to turn themselves in without a fight and of their won free will began to worship the one true god. No one dared to go against his divine law, and anyone who did would be trampled underneath his foot and soon be force into slavery under his empire, at this rate he truly believed that he would one day come to accomplish his dream. But before that day would come there was something he needed to do, for the first time in ages the two armies came together and spoke to one another, there was a city-state that needed to be absorbed into them before they became the true rulers of the area- it was the final fight. They stormed the gates, their flags waving high in the sky as all the soldiers charged, they were met by fierce adversity as archers from the roof began to pick them off one-by-one. But no matter! For through it they forged on, they slammed against the gates, some climbed the walls and others took flight as they slammed, slammed, slammed, slammed, and eventually the doors broke down as they began to pillage the city, just like it always did it went fine! After all didn't they have Lord on their side? Didn't they have the one person who would bring them through the road of victor no matter what it was that they did? Soon... even the greatest city in the region came under their rule- Adael took the ruler out into the streets and cut his head off of his body right in front of his subject to cement the reality that they no longer had their own freedom.
As the prophecy would come to pass, the clan eventually took over every single city-state in the area and created the first empire in their region, other places starting to copy what they did but of course they were far ahead of the game at this rate- it was certain that at least in their region they had the strongest army. All of them had been united under a single banner, millions and millions of people living for one person at the helm as he watched them form high above in the sky where he was their 'Lord'. Every single day people would pray to him and thank him for all that he's done for their people, for the past 5,000 years of fortune which he had brought them... he was considered a saint to their people. It truly was surprising, someone with such negative thoughts and emotions would become such a hero to a group of people- someone would even call it stupid to follow the man into life-or-death situations and trust him to make the right decisions. But at this point they had done it so many times it wasn't clear to them that this man had not been of the right mindset to lead them, it was already far too late as he had too many devoted followers.
Nevertheless, this man had one last plan... a plan which would shake the very foundation of the Demon Realm.
Chapter 5
The End
"In the end, the world will break ya' down more than they build ya' up."
― UNKNOWN
― UNKNOWN
It was about five thousand years into his life at this point, honestly life was going beyond good for him, he was worshiped every single day by his loyal followers, his empire was booming and he was considered nothing less than a miracle. The ground he walked on was worth more money merely because his boot laid there for half a second one time- putting his name on something, if it had not been approved was almost considered sacrilegious! His word overruled everyone at this point, the new council of elders all put together could not say anything against his word and he only allowed the head of the clan's word to mean anything now because he was at one point a close friend. At this point in time they rarely ever saw each other, his only friend in the world had been off making sure everything was fine in other places in the kingdom while Adael stayed on the throne within the palace and watched from afar, making sure nothing went unsupervised. Adael had ruled for five thousand years without any problem it seemed, of course there had been minor rocks in the road here and there that he'd run into but it was never nothing he couldn't deal with. There was no mountain that was high enough, there was no valley that was low enough, nor was there a river that was wide enough to keep him from succeeding in whatever he did! He was High-Lord Adael! The subjects were his, he knew that every single one of them idolized him and he would use that in any way he could, he would manipulate them to his benefit and not care of their feelings nor their opinions, were they scared? He couldn't care! In truth he was a terrible leader, he had let the power and wealth get to his head, he let his ego get too big for what it truly could fit and because of that it would lead to his downfall. This demon did not have a single humble bone in his entire body.
What would one expect from the ruler of the empire, and soon the entire demon realm? He didn't care of Touketsu and his opinions or rules, he thought of himself as someone who was higher than even such a great being! It was a long time ago that the idea to overcome even the demon god himself had formed in his mind, though during the time he knew that it definitely wouldn't of been possible with the measly manpower back then. But at this point in time he was highly confident in the people whom he was using and manipulating for his own personal gain. He believed with all of his confidence and might that it would be possible to even beat the lord of the demon realm, that it would be possible that he himself would become the Lord of all demons! Adael didn't think anything else would happen, he didn't believe there was anyone else who would be able to fill such a great position! This evil plan of his kept forming once again, soon enough it became the only thing he ever thought of and sooner or later it became a bit of an addiction. Never did he speak to anyone about it, he was amassing all the power he could gain so that when the time came for him to make his move that he would be able to do it without a single problem. Slowly one after another he would be moving more resources to the army and making sure it got larger and larger as time went on.
Eventually it became time for him to announce his plan to the entire nation- the night beforehand however he had called a meeting of all the elders, the clan head, and then the governors from the different cities that he had appointed. Not a single person knew what the heck this meeting was about, he had randomly sent out envoys on how everyone would be needed in the capital and left it at that. And even with that said he had waited for a long time to even show up, he was literally the last one to show up to the meeting which he had called for in the first place- then again no one had anything to say about it. Not a single soul in the room dared to criticize their Lord- except for one man who seemingly called out a joke, "Pfft, oh what makes you so late? Walking in with style are ya'?" The man currently sat in the seat next to the one where Lord would sit at the head of the table, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he sat back in his seat while looking out of one of his eyes towards the white-haired danava.
"Pfft, you know I am a busy man so did you expect anything else? I have a kingdom to run, people to constantly be seeing, then again it doesn't matter! Not like any of you would rather be somewhere else than here with me, yes?" As Adael went to look towards the rest of the table none of them really seemed to disagree, one of them starting to nod their head before the rest of them would follow in hopes of not getting called out for not worshiping their 'Lord' correctly. The man in the seat net to him just seemed to sigh as he would lean back into his seat even more then he had done before, seemingly not to really care what the meeting was going to be about, perhaps he thought it was going to be a lame one? Adael smirked as he started to walk around the room for a minute, slowly pacing back and forth as if thinking to himself before eventually he would go to take his seat at the head of the table. "So men, you know who I am and that I have been here almost longer than all of you have, you know I do what is best for this kingdom and that I know what is best for this kingdom, always. That is something that I just know as Lord." All of them not really sure where this was going just begin to nod in accordance, as if they were following on for the most part.
Well... all but one of them, "Oh come on man, you couldn't of called us all together to explain that point for the sixteenth time today, sorry but you know we all know that here. After all we here by just sitting in a room longer than a few minutes, someone will mention your name or perhaps just drop everything and start praying to your greatness. Or somethin' like that..." There was no hidden malice behind the word he was saying, if anything it was more of a friendly jab of sarcasm at the man, this did make Adael smile for a moment but it soon happened to return to a serious and solemn face as if to show this meeting was going to be more serious than what it normally was. Even the man whom seemed to be his friend had immediately straightened his posture and tightened his upper lip as if to say that he was now being serious about this conversation rather than taking it as some kind of joke.
At this point his hands laid softly against the table and his hands clutched, "Well personally i'd rather explain this to you guys and the people at the exact same time, so instead of explaining it here I would like you all to get the guards to go around town and gather everyone in the square- this way it will be much easier for me to explain, and explain a single time." For a moment everyone seemed to be quiet, as if considering what had been asked of them, but then finally one of them stood up which was then followed slowly by the rest of them also standing up. One-by-one they all left the room to do as Adael had asked of them, even his dear friend who had been in a joking mood just a few moments ago had left to do as he had been told- after all this was the man who was God. For a while Adael had been left to his own thoughts as the room was completely empty, finally a guard came in to explain that the crowd outside the palace has been completely brought together so that they could be talked to. When Adael got out there, he said this: "My people! It is I, Lord. I as you all know am the one above all, the man that all of you here worship for you have seen what it is that I can do, you know my power and understand that anything is within my grasp and for that you follow me without question. As I am now I would just like to tell you something- it has been a long journey since we started... as I am sure many of you remember the first time in which I stood here and talked to you, but for some this is something you have never experienced. Truthfully this is okay, I do not mind after all... but I am here to tell you that our conquest is not over- it shall not stop at this area! We have been complacent for far too long! Today I announce the next phase of our plan... to overthrow the false god! Touketsu himself will fall and I shall become the ruler of all the realm, and you shall all be my chosen people! Once this is finished, we shall go forth and conquer other realms!" In truth he knew his advisors would question him if he brought this to their attention, that is why instead he went behind their backs and got the people on his side before his governors and the people alike could argue with him. And... well, the people were definitely on Adael's side about this one as they cheered on, all of them simultaneously shouting 'Lord'.
The following few weeks were spent doing relatively calm things, for the most part everything had seemingly been going according to Adael's plans, of course he did get bitched at by a couple of his advisors, but that was to be expected after what kinda stunt he pulled. But for the most part everyone pretty much seemed on his side- he had managed to find the place in which Touketsu was supposed to of been staying... or at the very least he had managed to obtain the knowledge from another person. When the time came for him to rally his troops, he got them all together and on the way to the palace of the demon lord he met up with the rest of his army. It had an odd feeling to it, he was certain they were going to win but the world had this eerie feeling... something like he shouldn't be doing this, or somewhere deep down something inside of him was telling him it was a terrible idea. But alas, the man decided not to listen to his gut feeling, he marched along in front of the rest of his army, he merely spoke words of encouragement as they were going to completely 'demolish' the palace. The only one who seemed to be questioning the decision of Adael happened to be the one man who truly gave his opinion when the time came- and even though he was trying to speak to him and to beg him to turn back... Adael was having none of it. At this point it was his way or the highway! There was nothing that could convince him to turn back, he would refused to look like he was scared in front of his subjects.
There was an odd feeling as they seem to arrive at this large palace, a place that was obviously fit for a king... yet it seemed like no one had been there. There was no one walking outside, and there were no guards, no walls, nothing! Part of Adael got angered, for a moment he thought he had been told the wrong info, but then he considered the fact that perhaps the man sitting inside that palace didn't care for him! The angered mad immediately hopped down onto the ground and immediately started to walk forward, "How dare you! Do you make light of the great Adael? Do you truly think someone as measly as you can dare compare to my might? The might of my army? If it was only me then perhaps I could forgive it, but not my men! Come out here and face me Touketsu, you false idol!"
All of a sudden the sky itself began to darken, Adal started to look back and forth as he saw his men starting to shake in fear and the horses backing down while only one stayed close to the front- the clan leader still by his side no matter what. A deep, dark chuckle could be heard from the sky... seemingly a dark hand emerging from the clouds, and then all of a sudden, BOOM! Half of his army was thrown back due to an explosion as explosion after explosion hit, men screaming in agony as everything seemed to be wiped out in nearly seconds, half of his army still standing on the opposite side of him, "C-Come on! F-Fight someone your own size!" The hand was then pointed at him, but at this rate he felt someone push him out of the way as all of a sudden he looked to his right, only to see his best friend there one moment... and his body disintegrated next. Adael crawled over and started to claw at the ground as he looked up to the sky at the sound of a voice.
The voice was gruff, "Haha, you deserve a rightful punishment for this blasphemy."
And just like that, he was gone... and none of it meant anything anymore.
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DANAVA OF IMAGINATION & REALITY
SYCROSS COSTELLO
III. History Cont.
Chapter 6
There Before Forever
"I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end."
― KHALIL GIBRAN
― KHALIL GIBRAN
Adael thrashed and screamed, his arms flying towards the ground and slamming as he grunted in desperation, he tried to rip at the endless void's ground as he tried his hardest to imagine a way out of his world. He tried his hardest to leave this world, if he didn't leave then he knew the fate that would be left to the people on the outside. He knew that everything that he had worked for would end up being a waste of time and they would all be decimated if he wasn't there. In truth he knew that even if he went there wouldn't be much of a difference, they had done all they could in planning and preparing for the last five thousand years, yet there was nothing they could do to expect the so-called 'god of demons' to be that strong. Perhaps in the end they should of expected this, they should of not underestimated their opponent and for that it seemed that Adael had paid the ultimate price- he had lost everything.
"Don't you think that's a bit much? After all you brought this on yourself, you should of expected such a powerful enemy- and even then you just stormed up and started yelling at the man. In my honest opinion you should consider yourself lucky he didn't obliterate you on the spot as far as I am concerned." From behind Adael was the sound of a page turning while slowly scribbling sounds could be heard, as if someone was writing something down on paper. "I do not wish to beat around the bush, you messed up and as your partner it is my job to help you understand that of course. I do not know if the demon shall keep us here forever or if he shall merely let us go after a few centuries or millenniums. Either way you have much time to consider your action carefully and decide for yourself if you did a dumb thing or not... until then when you would like to talk, i'll be here." During the entire time which the being had been talking he never once looked up from writing, his solemn and grim expression could be understood even with his lack of facial expressions.
Looking up to the man with a scowl, Adael just kept beating his hands against the non-existent floor as they started to get bloodier and bloodier with each hit as they just kept slamming over and over again, not stopping a single second for a break. His fists repeatedly hit the ground one after another before eventually cracks were heard, then at that point the sound of a book closing echoed throughout the void as footsteps made their way over to where Adael was, "Frankly if you keep acting like this nothing will come of it, you've been a petulant child so far, why not learn from your past mistakes?" The man didn't even looked down as all of a sudden Adael found that his hands were starting to heal, likely due to whatever it was his eternal partner was doing. Frankly Adael had almost had enough of it- there was a mixture of anger and fear within him at the same time an all it continued to do was disgust him again and again.
At this point Adael just groaned out in frustration and flopped down on his backside, he hated it so much, he could barely contain his rage. He hadn't said a single word this entire time to his eternal partner yet it dared to comment towards him? He didn't even bothered to look it's way, if he did he knew that there would either be angry words thrown- mostly from Adael's side -or just glaring. So instead of throwing a fit, or a temper tantrum, Adael just sat there quietly and considered his actions... because what he did, now the person whom he had considered his best friend was dead and there was no going back. Frankly all Adael wanted to do was see him again, even if he imagined him here then in the end it wouldn't be the same thing, it never would be the same no matter what... everyone was different now, everything was ruined.
How long had it been since he last saw the outside world? How long had it been since he last took a breath of actual air? How long had it been since he actually had contact with another person or being? How long had it been since he ate actual food or actually held a conversation with someone? As each day passed he made another mark in the sky but eventually he stopped caring and sooner or later all of it ended up slowly dissipating into the sky as if it was ink on a paper. Adael laid on his back as he looked up to the sky, fake clouds slowly passed overhead as he knew the secret- he knew they were not real and only figments of his imagination but to him it was better than nothing.
There was a feeling deep inside, something empty... he knew there was no looking back, he knew that everything he had fought for had long since been dead and now he was just a fool rotting away within his own world. A place where he was supposed to have dominion over had now become his prison, and it was impossible for him to escape it no matter how hard he tried. In truth being here had been a breaking point, it almost drived him crazy being in a place like this where there was nothing, yet there was everything at the same time. He sighed a little bit while leaning over to the side and moving his position against the ground, but then his eyes went wide at the sight of a man sitting in a chair reading a book- there he was... his eternal partner.
"Hey... you." Seemingly the thing then looked up from his chair but besides that didn't give much of any other kind of expression, just showing that he was listening to what was said. "I don't understand you, I don't know who you are, I don't know what you are... or even why you just sit there so calmly as if nothing was wrong- those were your people too weren't they? Yet you can sit there and show no expression as if you really didn't care for them. I just... don't get you, that's all." Adael just stared at the man from his position, he didn't seem to move or blink as the being once again went back down to writing whatever it was he wrote within the confines of his hardcover book. Adael started to get frustrated as it seemed he didn't respond to him at all. It caused him to open his mouth once again but then he saw a long and bony finger raise as if to ask him to wait a second and to show that he was indeed listening and he wasn't just completely ignoring what was said to him.
After a few moments had passed, the being put away the book by placing it on the ground and looking up from where he had placed it to meets the eyes of Adael with his own featureless face. "I am going to be honest with you here, I do not believe that you truly cared for many of those people. You merely use it as a self-righteous crusade to say that you did something right or that you were doing something for a cause when in reality you were doing it for yourself and no one else. In truth perhaps there was a single person which you brought yourself to care for, but they were blasted into dust by the man in which you wanted to fight. They died because they saved your life, and that is a reality that no matter how long we go on living here that you will have to live with. He is the only reason as to why you are even alive right now, and if you cared for the man like you said you did you would go on living for him. Though none of that is really my business, I was never too interested in anything you did while sitting on that dull throne everyday. I am merely the observer, the being which is to watch how you go about your life and give you guidance whenever you need it, I do not know all of the answers to your troubles but if you ask I shall give my opinion on things, otherwise i'll keep quiet."
Adael immediately went quiet in responses, he didn't have much to say on those comments... amidst his emotions and thoughts he knew what the being had said was completely true. He didn't care for any of the civilians nor the people who really fought next to him, nor did he even care for the elders or the governors. There had been something about his dear friend, he was the only real reason as to why he bothered to do anything with those people, and to some extent it killed him on the inside that he let all the power to get his head and cloud the real reason he was doing it in the first place. It started out with him doing it because he thought it would be a short-lived deal that would eventually help him see the world and experience more thing and that he would come to find a new place. Then it turned into him staying because he had someone he promised to do his best with, and in the end that just completely changed. In the end he became someone who lived the good life, he enjoyed being revered as some deity or god, he enjoyed living the rich life and knowing how much wealth and resources he had beneath him, owning people as if they were property thrilled him. After the more and more that he realized, he came to find himself completely disgusted... what was he doing? Why did he do it?
"I...I..." Adael had been silenced by this mans words, he went quiet and just let his mouth close, he did not have words to speak because he knew the man was right. He, somewhere deep down, knew that everything this person was speaking was the truth- perhaps it was because of the fact that he was someone that lived within his heart and mind and that he knew how Adael felt about something before Adael even felt about it himself. Really he didn't understand himself, but the only thing he knew for a fact was that this being was someone he definitely was going to have to be able to get along with, he wasn't going to be able to go an unknown amount of time without talking to someone... otherwise it would drive him crazy.
A long time passed before he could find himself getting over his friend's death, and really it wasn't something he just got over all of a sudden. He knew in secret that it would come to haunt him for as long as he could remember it, but he also knew if he let it haunt his memories and he never forgot about it that eventually it would drive him to insanity. Honestly part of him wondered if he was already living in a constantly loop of madness or not, but that was another thing he tried to stay his farthest away from because he knew it wouldn't lead him anywhere he really wanted to go. The days at this point were going by like seconds, the marks in the sky had long been gone at this point and no longer bothered to even fade into the sky, it seemed just like the clouds he had created the tallys found their way through the world. The only thing that Adael knew for certain, he had to do something and to keep constantly busy... otherwise he'd have a mental breakdown.
And just like that time would go on one day after another, sooner or later the seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, years into eternity. It seemed to be flashing by one after another- but instead of just sitting there and sulking Adael had other plans. He would meditate regularly, he would have the eternal partner of his help him truly understand and master his power. He would fight, train with the spirit powers which he had been gifted by the elders, he was going to train and train, he was going to become stronger- there was no if, and, or but... it was certain.
Chapter 7
Starting Anew
"Today isn't just an ordinary day. Today i'll create something beautiful."
― UNKNOWN
― UNKNOWN
It had been an untold amount of time, five thousand years? Seven thousand years? At this point everything was blurry, he spent most of his time doing different things to make sure that he managed to keep himself busy. In a weird way the one thing that he didn't want to happen did come true, to some form of the word he did indeed become consumed in madness. He was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result- perhaps not the legal nor medical term but it was definitely there. He trained, he talked to the souls within him, he talked to his eternal partner, he practiced imagining different things and then imagined different ways to use the things which he imagined. There was something about expanding his horizon wider and wider that intrigued him, the idea that he was furthering himself for some reason or another, whatever it was it didn't matter. In truth what it did was give him a goal, it kept him busy and let him believe that he had some kind of meaning in being there, some kind of reason, some kind hope.
On the other hand he also had many deep conversations with his eternal partner, he no longer thought it was fitting to call him a thing and he truthfully recognized him as a person, but he was at a loss to what he could actually refer to the being as. Even though the thing didn't seem to mind either way it did bother Adael- after all he was given a name when he first came into existence... couldn't he be given something similar? But for now he decided not to think about it, after all if he was going to name them then he'd have to do some kind of research, there would need to be some kind of meaning behind his name after all! The deep conversation with him, about life, about what their purpose in being here was, about what he should do when he leaves, about his desires. One thin that did end up bothering him more than anything happened to be the fact that the being never bothered to talk about himself, it was always about Adael and nothing else.
But alas he let the thought pass, he knew it wasn't something that the being was going to be comfortable talking about anytime in the near future. He wanted to respect it's privacy even if it never respected his own and always seemed to be watching him, that or reading a book. Perhaps he would also be writing a book- that was another thing that always intrigued him. He was always seem writing for the most part yet the being never bothered to tell him what it was he was writing no matter how many times Adael asked him. He would either not get a response, or he would get a response about how he shouldn't worry about it and focus on whatever he was doing at the time, even if he wasn't doing anything at all! But there was something about him, something about the fact that he was able to just sit here and talk to him that brought him at least a little bit of sanity, if it had been only him in this place it would of likely drove him to suicide at this point.
But as time had went on and Adael began to find himself, to understand more about the nature of his powers, thoughts constantly popped within his head on things that he could do with it. Things popped within his mind about things which he could change, things in which he could create. Luckily enough for him he didn't have to eat in this state, otherwise it was possible that he would of did a long time ago. Perhaps that was something at the very least he could thank Touketsu for- but that was a name that was to never be brought up. Whenever the other being in the room dared mention his name, it caused Adael to become incredibly angry and almost go into some kind of fit of rage, but at the very least he would of been thrown into some kind of rant or something akin to that. It was at this point he wasn't sure what the first thing he was going to do whenever he got out was, he wanted to make that person suffer as much as he did. But he knew that if he did that he would either be sent back to the realm or perhaps even worse find himself obligated, he was trying his hardest to become stronger then that thing but he knew if it got to that point he would of been able to rip a hole through his own world and find his way back to where he had been just before being trapped. Something told him Touketsu was something he should of stayed as far away from as possible, but his heart and pride told him that he should go and give him a piece of his mind... needless to say one was definitely being smarter than the other at the moment.
The other part that also kept him from going completely insane happened to be the spirits which were housed within his body, thankfully it was something that he could spend his time doing! He could talk to them, ask their opinions on things, get to know them and in the end also try his best to make their.... 'stay within his body', the best possible stay that it could possibly be. Adael managed to use this to his advantage, he got to know the spirits and through that he also got them to teach him what they know- and considering all of them were demons... he learned a lot of demon magic on the side of his other training.
After time had passed, something came into his mind... he could do anything within this world of his- after all he owned everything in here. There was no limit to how much could be put in here, the void itself was ever expansive and could grow as far as he wanted it to grow- if he wanted it to be the size of a multiverse them all he needed to do would be to imagine it. The thought had popped into his head because he had talked with his eternal partner about what a god truly was... and it made him realize that if he truly wanted to become a god, then by all means he could be a god of the new world. This got the gears in his mind turning one after another, and that was when he finally decided to work his mind beyond it's limits... he had created countless things, he had create so many things that it was impossible for him to remember what he changed and what had been reality before he changed it. But no, this was something new, this was something he had never tried before- heck his eternal partner didn't know if it would even be able to be pulled off! But that didn't mean he was just going to let that stop him, he knew what his next goal for training was... he was going to make his own universe and become the god of that world.
He sat down for a long time, and he just started to imagine an expansive black, he imagined moons and stars, he imagined a sun, he imagined a giant ball of blue and red. His eyes opened to him standing in what seemed to be space, everything that he had imagined sat there in ready for his genesis of a new world... yet when doing this his brain started to throb, perhaps had this been in the real world then it would of been impossible for him to pull something of this caliber off. But within the place that he was truly the lord of all? With just a few things placed here and there, he could create a world- he could be better than Touketsu... he could be the creator.
And that day was when it finally began, that was the day that the rest of his eternity within his conceptual world would change forever.
Chapter 8
Disgust
"Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is immortal."
― WILLIAM HAZLITT
― WILLIAM HAZLITT
He never realized how boring it would be to watch a world grow day-after-day, he figured that perhaps it would be fun interacting with the world but he soon came to realize that it was not as fun as he thought it would be. Adael figured whenever he watched it that he would be able to show himself, but he was soon told that it was in fact not the case- his eternal partner let him know how dumb of an idea that would of been. It killed him on the inside letting other people go about their days, watching them life their lives while he was forced to a role on the sidelines. But during this time it let him realize a few things, it showed him how truly cruel people could be- he did not imagine any evil deeds in this world... yet it happened so regularly. This is what made him realize how people can be malicious even if they were not made to be evil, even if they were not made to be hateful and to fight... giving them the ability to do such things was obviously a bad idea. It did make him lose a bit of trust in the people around him, the people he knew, it did callous his emotions to some extent and he learned not to just trust people.
Adael was so bored, he couldn't stand just sitting here and watching the world from a platform with his eternal partner, he wanted to be out there... he wanted to be in the world and doing things and interacting. But for the most part he was able to calm down and keep his cool, the world itself had been incredibly fantasy based with people having the ability to use magic. The world itself seemed to believe in multiple gods, with a head god known as 'Deus'. Deus, in other words, was the word they used for the representation of the creator who in turn was both Adael and his eternal partner. So instead of Lord, Adael started to like the name Deus here.
People thought the world was created through the one true god- Deus -and then three primordials; Aetheran, the Creator; Kraz, the Destroyer; and Zu'ri, the Watcher. Aetheran was responsible for the creation of all life within the universe, including the plants that were hospitable to this live. He created the Titans, divine celestial beings which were something akin to gods- they were tasked to watch over these worlds which were expected to grow and grow, to help it mature and to guide them along it's way. However there was one creation of Aetheran which stood out from the rest, he referred to this creation as his 'ultimate creation'. Unlike the other worlds before it, this world was nearly perfect and thought to be vibrant and full of life, something that was a shining star of cleaning hope for all to see. It was on this world that he created the human race and set in motion everything required for them to prosper- he brought his most trusted titans to the world to keep the elements in balance, making sure that the world stayed hospitable for his newly created race of sentient life.
But sadly this was just a story made up by the people, in fact there was only one person who created everything, who watched everything, and who destroyed everything- it was Adael. Adael forced the world to have magic, there had been mana within every person for the most part whether it be greater or lower. Some generally had more of an ability to manipulate it than some, but for the most part everything seemed to go by fine- until eventually a man came by whom threatened to destroy everything he had bothered to create. It made him angry, so much so that he himself created a man who was a man meant to be all powerful, it was a man with ultimate strength that could almost rival the strength of the god of the world. This man was made to guide the people, this man was there to show the people the way and to protect the world had it ever been in danger from a madman.
Oh how so tiring it became, watching them make mistakes again and again and then seeming them not correct their past mistakes. A thought came into his head, perhaps they were unperfected because he himself had come to realize that he in fact was not perfect either. Could a imperfect being come to create something that was truly perfect? Even if the world itself was perfect in creation, there was something about it that was not perfect- the people on this world while sentient and autonomous had their own free will. But something about it made Adael want to keep it this way, if there was no free will then it would be boring or him to watch and it would practically be like he was playing with a bunch of dolls. The world would be his doll house and he would have to guide every single one of the people within the house, sooner or later he'd get mad because he would not be able to see and understand their genuine reactions to things. The more and more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He got incredibly violent at times, causing catastrophes as if to show his anger to the people in hopes that they would clean up his act, but to his surprise none of them would do as they were told no matter how many times he tried. He was confused on what made human beings and other life akin to them tick.
Though even with that said there were still parts of the world which could bring him joy, there were people I this world who were truly good people, there were people in this world who tried to do good but just were misunderstood by the people within. Whenever he saw someone who tried their hardest, when ever he saw someone who no matter what happened to them they did their best to be happy and didn't go out of their way to hurt people, he blessed them. One could call him a biased god, but he hated the idea of the good people in the world always getting forgotten- in his world if you continued to do good things with your time then you would be rewarded for all of your hard work, that's just the type of god that he was. Meanwhile to those who were evil, he would put blockages in their way, right when their magic attacks was about to go off he'd shut them down and let them take a hit. Whenever they were about to reveal some kind of mystical evil plan a hero would show up just in time to stop them. But even with all of his guiding of the world and showing that evil would not be tolerated he could not understand the ignorance of the people within. They raped, assaulted, stole, everything possibly under the sun that could be done was done within this world! It angered him so much, he saw it over and over again for thousands and thousands of years, he saw the same generations of people going through and doing things which they should not.
At this point a thought occurred in his head, perhaps this is what it was like for his eternal partner? His eternal partner said he was there to watch him, and to observe what he did as he was the watcher. Or that was something that he referred to himself as at the very least- he watched every single thought he had, every single action he did, every single word that he spoke. When in his life had his eternal partner had these same thoughts? It was then that suddenly a fond feeling for the being started to form, call it respect or endearment, there was something that changed. Over time he started talking to the being more and becoming closer with it, starting to refer to it as more of a person than ever before, for the first time ever he truly treated this 'thing' as a partner.
On a regular basis he would talk to his partner about what he should do- and then a bright idea came from his, uh, non-existent lips. The idea to just let the world sit and fester into whatever it could truly become, the idea to let the world grow into it's own creation and let it lie in it's own bed. It was an approach which he had taken with Adael and he believed for the most part that as time went on it did become something that was not as bad as it originally was. Instead of meddling too much with him or trying to correct him on everything he did, it seemed that he eventually learned the ropes on his own and became someone whom he truly thought would grow to become an even greater person. So by taking his partner's words into consideration, Adael decided to step back from the world and watch from afar- he sword to his partner on that day for the next five thousand years that he would not mess with the world, that he would just watch it. At the start he thought it was a good idea, no matter how much death happened he hardened his resolve to keep his promise and to not to do anything... but it eventually became a large problem for Adael. He would see things that he would want to fix, events that he would want to stop, there was always something wrong with a situation which could make it better than what was going on. But, the promise was made and he intended to keep his word.
Though because of this he found himself starting to hate the world, starting to hate the people within it and starting to hate people in-general! Even the people outside of this world became fools that did not truly understand what they did to themselves, they were idiots who were too blind to see the truth in their actions. He watched as the good people of the world found their way onto the bottom and he could not help them, he found that the people who forced their way over others and stepped on them as a stone to get where they wanted to go normally ended up being the ones on top. He bit his tongue over and over and over again, but nothing seemed to change- in fact it got worse and worse, people in the world started to disgust him! Whenever he saw a single speck of hope he would be disgusted as someone would come along and ruin it all! Someone would come along and snuff out the bright light of hope because they wanted to, there was never a reason for it, at least not one that would make senses to try and get rid of all the goodness in the world, and for that they angered their god. He tried his absolute hardest to hold himself back from going to do things, he tried his absolute hardest to stay away and let the world do as it pleased! He found that even the heroes he had went out of his way to make ended up not living good lives either, they ended up wasting away all of their time and energy before withering and dying with age or finding themselves killed by the evil in the world. The children, the women, the men, the beasts, the planet itself was a corrupted endless ball of despair which continued to turn in it's own wicked ways.
It was then he realized something- he hated people.
Chapter 9
Strings of Fate
"The good die early, and the bad die late. The bitterest tragic element in life to be derived from an intellectual source is the belief in a brute Fate or Destiny. For man is man and master of his fate. When you think to take determination of your fate into your own hands, that is the moment you can be crushed."
― UNKNOWN
― UNKNOWN
At some point, Adael had enough of it! He couldn't handle it anymore- but he did swear so he couldn't dare break a promise! So instead of going to break a promise, he looked to his eternal partner and made a deal. The deal was to go down there and change it with his own hands! To show him that this world didn't need a god to show it the way, that someone down there could guide it.
And so the deal was struck, Adael let the souls within his body and his eternal partner cover the cost of the world and his unconscious mind would go on working, but his mind forgot everything that had happened to him before.
In this world Adael came from a very humble beginning, his life was that of one spent on a farm from where it was far out- the closest people around him were a couple miles away and it so happened that they themselves also owned a farm. So in truth there was no one that he really knew, he grew up without any other kids being around him! They weren't rich, but they weren't very poor either- they had a lot of land! But on the other hand they had almost not resources, food, and forget any type of schooling! They were absolutely broke, he grew up as a very naïve child who believed most of the things he was told. His mother was angelic, she was a true beauty on the inside and the out and frankly it was a chock to Adael as a young kid why the heck she bothered to stay with his abusive and near-demonic father. His father was a hardass, he punished Adael for everything he did no matter how small the mistake would have been, and over time his abuse got worse and worse. Though where they lived definitely had not been safe... in fact the world had changed a lot since Adael left the seat.
The story went like this: Kraz could create no real life, he could merely end what has been created by his brother. Any attempts he made at creation would end up vile and twisted, absolute monstrosities that most people would only see in the darkest parts of their minds. Whenever one of Aetheran's creations failed, it was Kraz who had been brought to reduce it back to stardust floating amongst the celestial sea. However, the dark primordial harbored a bitter resentment for his brother- why would Aetheran bring such life and joy while all he could do was end it? How was that fair, when both were born of the same stars? The internal struggle ate away at him, stripping the once benevolent being of his sanity and driving him into a frenzy. One by one Kraz would go to Aetheran's worlds, twisting, corrupting, and ultimately decimating them. Zu'ri, sworn to neutrality and maintain the balance of the universe saw no reason to intervene- after all, everything that begins must eventually have an end. It wasn't until Kraz reached this world that Aetheran realized his crazed brother's end goal; the destruction of not just failed creations, but all life- including Aetheran himself. The entire world was thrown out of balance, with natural disasters popping up all across the plant and vicious monsters being released into the world. While the denizens of the world, along with the lesser Titans, fought to preserve Aetherans most beloved creations, Aetheran and Kraz would have a battle of their own. As light and darkness, life and death danced the dance of conflict, the High-Archon Balderon Aurum would turn to she who was supposed to preserve balance; Zu'ri. Finally, after all the years of keeping a silent watch, the Primordial would intervene. Lending her essence to the High-Archon, the mage would be able to cast a spell to seal away both the light and the darkness... at the cost of his own life. The world was still scarred and broken, approximately three-fourths of the world being left a barren wasteland with monsters wandering the world and chasing off humanity- the world was still in danger. At this point all of the Titans seemed to all but vanish, however with the battle that would have surely destroy the world over, Zu'ri would return to her position as the neutral Watcher with only one final comment to the fledgling race, "It's your turn now, humans. Forge your own future."
But alas, Adael's father was not a man who feared the dangers of the world that Kraz had unleashed. Not wanting to deal with the law, he decided against hiring mages to come and protect him, his farm, and his family. Instead he hire unsavory men, ex-mages, and anyone else who was physically capable of offering protection to him and his family. Eventually as Adael aged, he was forced to do all of the chores around the farm- his asshole of a father never bothered to do anything and just gave the entire list to his son. Adael had accidentally forgotten to feed some of the animals on the list, and because of this when he came down from his shower his father hit him as punishment. He got beaten into a bloody mess by his father and eventually was thrown down into the basement, his father would turn off all the lights and then shut the door, propping something up against it so it would be impossible for him to get out. And so there he was without food for what seemed like days, Adael never saw a speck of light- for him there was no telling how long he was going to be forced to stay down there. During this entire time all he could do was hope and pray someone would come, that someone would be here to save him and show him there was actual good in the world... yet no body came.
Time would pass as it always did, and eventually once his mother had managed to shove enough alcohol into his father's belly to the point he passed out it allowed her to slip down into the basement and give him some food and water. The mother told her son that it would be okay and that he shouldn't worry, that just in a few days everything will be fine and he will be able to come out of the basement and he would of served the time for his punishment. Adael didn't understand what he did wrong, he knew that he forgot to feed the animals but that wasn't something he thought was big enough to cause something like this. He grew resentful and hateful towards his father- this entire time he had been fearful of what his father would do for him, but all of his fear and depression just channeled into the hatred, the pure anger boiled within him. On what Adael could only assume was around a week into his punishment, his mother would attempt to make her routine slip into the basement to spend some time with the boy and assure him that everything would be fine. But apparently his father had suspected something was wrong, so that night he had merely pretended to act as if he had passed out while she would continue to down to see the boy. Stumbling down the stairs came the man, he had brought a few bottles of beer with him, and once seeing her with the food he went berserk as he threw a few bottles down the stairs in her direction. Adael went to stand up but at the shattering sound of the glass he stumbled backwards while his legs shook- he was just a kid! What could he do? But as the father threw a bottle against the wall to shatter it and started to walk down the stairs to his mother, his legs just moved. That woman was someone who was an angel, a saint of a person who didn't deserve this! So he ran, his legs moved before he could think as his father ran towards his mother, and then all of a sudden a large gash had been forced down his chest and through his abdomen.
By the time the boy woke up, he was in a hospital room with doctors going all around while his father stood to the side of the room and his mother was sitting next to his bed. The doctors looked to the boy and asked him what had happened- they asked him if he had truly fallen off the barn while working on the roof like his father and mother had explained. For a moment Adael was confused, but after making eye contact with his mother he just started to solemnly nod, agreeing with what his mother and father had claimed to the doctors. It seemed that the doctors had to stitch him up- he had lost a lot of blood and was told that it would be best to stay off his feet and away from doing anything dangerous for a while. During this time there was something building up within his chest, something hurt more and more as he just wanted to scream out the truth and pronounce it to the world- yet he had been stopped by his mother... the only person in the world he loved wanted him to keep on suffering like this.
For a long time after this, the abuse continued- though it never got to the point where Adael would need immediate help, mostly because his father would not take him to the hospital and didn't want to get in trouble for something. But eventually his darling, sweet mother started to blame Adael for everything, saying that he was the cause for the marriage to be going to hell, and that just being there had ruined their entire life, that he was a mistake. At some point he just stopped protesting and agreed with her, believing that with every single fiber of his being that it was all true! That he was a mistake and he was ruining everything, that his father wasn't a bad man but it was him being a bad son and child to his parents.
For a long time this abuse continued, although there was never a scene where he had to go to get immediate help, mostly because his father would not take him and his mother was too scared to oppose. But eventually his sweet, and darling mother started to blame him for everything, saying he was the cause for the marriage to be going to help, and it was his fault for just living, and that has a mistake. At some point in time he stopped protesting and agreed with them, believing with every fiber of his being that he was a mistake and failure that was ruining everything for them. He thought that it was his fault.
And with this time flowed, things got progressively worse for Adael as the abuse continued- his father's beatings got even worse and his list of chores got longer. He would wake up early enough to make his own breakfast and leave as soon as possible before his father woke up. He would go through and for the entire day do all of his chores, doing everything around the house and everything around the farm. Sometimes he would get in before midnight, most of the time he would get in around two AM, or at worst he'd get less than an hour of sleep. What came next was the drunken rage, he'd get a couple of beatings, and then end up having to sleep in the dark basement once again- his room wasn't the best either but it was surely better than the basement, but at some point in time the basement pretty much became his room. Adael knew he probably should of ran away, he was afraid of the world and knew if it wasn't for the protection going around the house and farm, he knew that at this point without them he would of done been dead. Though he did seem to get along with a lot of them, he would make sure to leave the door unlocked whenever he went in so that they could come and get some food or come and do whatever it was they needed to do.
Turns out that was the worst mistake of his life within this world.
However one night while everyone was asleep, and Adael himself was on the cold basement floor, he heard movement upstairs when he knew no one should have been awake. He had manage to hear a few things as he was where the robbers had seemingly first walked in- he heard his father being woken up violently by the men as he was held at gunpoint- he could hear the fear within his father's voice. They talked for what seemed like hours, but eventually as time passed they ended up getting quiet. Adael at his young age had been so scared that he eventually found his way to a small space under the stairs where he could go hide which was a blind spot if you happened to look down from where the doors was. Where could the hired help of been? Weren't they supposed to be there for the protection of the property from people and the monsters? Shouldn't they of been stopped, or maybe even at least alerted the family within the house that someone had been approaching? All of a sudden he heard the door being violently thrown open as all of a sudden two figures were thrown down the stairs- both his father and his mother found themselves on the ground. His father stood up and looked to the front of the stairs starting to beg them to just take everything and leave, he was even willing to enslave both Adael and his mother if they left now. The men from the top of the stairs started to walk down before all of a sudden they began to wail down on the man, beating him profusely as blood splatted on the ground, walls, even on his mother. They beat him more and more until his skull was nothing but a bloody pool... he had just watched his father get beaten until he died.
As the men got done with his father they all looked towards his mother, he rose up his finger and then said some word before all of a sudden the men lit his mother up in a ball of flame. The ear-shattering screams which left her mouth sent shivers up and down his spine, he wanted to cry but he knew if he did then the men would come after him and it would only be a matter of time before he also died. His mother eventually turned into a pile of burnt skin, bones, hair, and the men then went upstairs going back and forth and taking every little thing that they could find. As a couple of hours passed the men left and it was left to morning at this point, Adael had been forced to stare at the two dead bodies for the last four hours. At this point he didn't know what to do- he just stood up, went upstairs, and left. He was at his limit, he just started walking and he didn't care if he ran into some monster which would end up killing him, he didn't care if the men found him and also murdered him... he just didn't want to be in that house any longer.
There was something odd about this entire situation for Adael, he didn't understand why all these bad things could of been happening to him when all he ever tried to do in his life was help other people and be a good child to his mother and father. It wasn't anything that he was doing, in fact his eternal partner had been manipulating the strings of his life this entire time to show him what it was like to lose. It was more of a test if anything, he was putting him through trials and tribulations and these definitely wouldn't be the last. He was making him go through things that he himself had forced onto others while he was Lord- even if he didn't know these things were happening because of him... they did. He wanted to harden Adael's resolve and show him what the world truly was so that when he was able to leave then he could do it. Sadly, Adael would never learn that it was his partner than in fact was putting him through these things, but it still wasn't over. Everything he was currently going through was just the beginning for something new that was on it's way, he was going to not only learn sorrow... but he was going to learn the game of love.
Chapter 10
There After Eternity
"Nobody is exempt from the trials of life, but everyone can always find something positive in everything even in the worst of times."
― UNKNOWN
― UNKNOWN
As Adael walked down the road for the entire day, he seemed to of been oddly lucky enough to not encounter any kind of monster or mage for some odd reason that he couldn't really answer if you asked him. As he was walking by the side of the road all of a sudden he heard footsteps coming up from behind him, Adael would of immediately stopped and slowly start turning around. This entire time he was hoping and praying for it not to be the men from the house and if it was he just... had to run! That was it, yeah! But as fate would have it, when he turned around- he saw his neighbor. He was a nice man who ended up living in a farm near the area. Adael would of began to walk over to the man's house and he found himself staying there- the man was much nicer than anyone he lived with, he even seemed to be nicer than his darling mother who a long time ago would of done anything for her son.
For an entire week Adael had stayed there, sleeping on his couch and eating his food without a single problem- part of him felt awkward about the fact that he didn't bothered to ask Adael to do a single thing. But this was a time of rest and relaxation, a time for him to reflect on his life so far and decide what it was that he wanted to do with the rest of his life. Adael soon came to the realization that in fact he wanted to become a mage when he was older, but not just any mage- he wanted to go live in a place called the isle which wasn't too far from where he currently was. In this place there were a lot of magicians where they could allowed to be trained by other magicians- one day he wanted to become an archon of the city! But alas those dreams were far away, that was something that at a young, impressionable age that he could only think about. After some more time had passed, Adael asked the man what he had done with his mother and father's bodies considering he had claimed to of left one day to go check out the scene once Adael had told him about it. It was weird to him, Adael had never once experienced a man who could be so nice- but because of this face he would of trusted whatever the man said with his life.
More time seemed to of passed, and at this point Adael found himself going back and forth and eventually started to work around the farm, he would cut the grass and take care of the animals- sometimes he would even do the chores. At this rate he and the man became something akin to father and son, they were the only people for miles and miles and with the amount of time they'd known each other he couldn't help but come to care for this kind man who out of nowhere willingly took him in. At one point Adael asked why the heck no monsters ever came around- the man explained to him that there was a powerful magical barrier around the outside of the farm so that nothing was able to get in without magic words- though anything could leave the barrier without such a thing. With this being sad, Adael instantly grew stars within his eyes as all of a sudden this man became something like an idol, and just like that he started to train Adael to become a powerful mage.
One thing that did however weird Adael was the fact that the man at times would randomly disappear without a single word, one day he would be there and then the next day he would be no where in sight and then all of a sudden sometimes a day, maybe a few hours later he would come walking down the road. In the end it wasn't a big deal, frankly it wasn't something really ever worried about- he was a grown boy and he figured that he would be able to handle himself now that he was a mage in training!
One day the man said he was going to have to leave, he left Adael enough food- though oddly enough he told Aster not to go grab the meat from downstairs because it was locked. He knew this was a lie, he knew for a fact there was two sets of keys and one of them was on the top of the shelf- his innocent childish mind immediately went to the idea that the man just didn't trust him to cook the meat. So as the man left he would go about his small day, doing some of the farm work, practicing on his magic, and then finding himself just mostly going around the house and doing random things- reading a few books, exercising, etc. Eventually when it came time to make his dinners, he decided to prove the man wrong; he jumped up and grabbed the keys from the top of the fridge and instantly zoomed to open the door. As he made his way downstairs and unlocked the large meat cellar, it flung open as the heavy door let out a cool blast of cold air. But what Adael saw was unlike anything else he had ever seen- it had definitely been a room full of carcasses... but they were in the shapes of humans. As he started to stumble back all of a sudden he felt a painful sensation on the back of his head before all of a sudden a darkness enveloped his sight, and like that he was out.
Adael woke up to the sight of a wooden ceiling, he looked around and eventually out of the corner of his eyes he saw a man standing there, it seemed to be the man. All of a sudden the man would of turned around and for a moment he thought it was his savior, but his eyes went wide when he saw that the man had a sullen and almost scary face. He started to jabber on and on about how he couldn't believe Adael had to go on and ruin everything, about how they had it perfect if he just bothered to listen to him! But all things came to an end, he prayed to Deus for forgiveness as he held out his hand... and then a large sawblade of energy went flying at Adael. He instantly closed his eyes and waited for death, but while waiting he found himself perfectly fine. When going to open his eyes he saw the man no longer was there, and all of a sudden all of his locks were done- he didn't know who had helped him or what had undone the locks, but the only thing that was certain was that he was out of there. He got off of the table, and booked it.
Life from then on progressively got better, he lived on the streets for a while near the Isle and found himself going around the town and doing odd jobs for people who would pay them. He'd go out and get materials, or if someone wanted the inside of their house painted then he was definitely their man. After a while he became a mage and would go around with a few of the mages from the Isle and learn the ropes, and that started to become something even larger when he started his own group with a few of his friends. Eventually he started to get closer with some of them in the group, it took him a while to warm up to them mostly because of how he had trust issues in the past... it seemed like he was actually being allowed to catch a break at this point, like things weren't always going against him. He came to find a woman he loved, he came to find a few pals which he could truly consider friends even against all odds... it was a family that he never had but had always wanted, it was the relationships that kept him going through life. He had realized the world was cold and empty, he wondered why someone would create people like this- why Deus would do this to them. But even with those thoughts roaming around within the confines of his head, time would go on as it always did, the clock slowly ticked as each passing second went by.
Now and again for some reason Adael found himself getting these weird memories, of a time before he was even on the farm with his father. Of a time before when he seemed to be another person, in seemingly a completely different world. But then it happened, all of a sudden one night as he slept around a campfire he woke up with a heavy breathing while he sat up from sleeping bag, and as he looked around he saw the concerned faces of his friends- as they all started to fade away... and as he looked around he saw a man who closed a book.
"The time has come... let us leave now, Adael."
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