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1 A Diffrent Type of Darkness on Tue Sep 26 2017, 13:08

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2 Re: A Diffrent Type of Darkness on Tue Sep 26 2017, 13:14

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“I don't understand why humanity does not get it, you all break down this world, the world is your womb and you poison it, then you breath your own toxic gas, then you die, so feeble things you are fumbling around in your ring of an existence that serves no true meaning, other than to just, waste away and die. It is so petty what you all do, consume the world you stand on, pollute the shores you swim at, dilute the intelligence of the bright and noble, poison your own children, in the name of what, humanity, the guide of an almighty god, you shame his name with allowing it to dance on your lips, he hates you, he views you as nothing but a waist, he has abandoned you. So what do you turn to now, your god, your world that dies under you, your future that light dims to twinkle out like a lost star that no one will remember. You think of yourself so highly as the most advanced intelligence to exist, but you don't think of what others think, what others deem of you, you don't let it seep in as if it does you will then realize others, have thought, others are thinking, you are no longer the most intelligent thing to walk the world you are weak and small next to larger behemoths that walk this world, you are, redundant to this world, redundant to yourselves. You will realize you no longer matter, that you have made your own tower of blocks fall apart, for what, humanity? Peace? Originality?” she stopped to let out a laugh as her voice whispered into the walls of around her into the stone she stood and even into the windows of painted glass that filled the church she stood in, the human church she stood in. “the only original thing humanity came up with was gender neutral bathrooms and how to make there god into a murderer with a good heart” 

The silence cut like a knife as she stood there looking this place over the man before her, an empty church with one man, many empty pews in a modern day world with cars and buses rolling along outside in a busy city filled with people that walked past this building like it was nothing, it was nothing. “Look at it all Pastor, man of god on high, ha, look at it all, come to the window and see it all, some over and look out at your world of factories, and skyscrapers, of black air and faded dreams, lost hopes and blinking lights.” she moved along to the window pulling back the curtains as they grited against the colored glass. “They see you, they see you hold up this building, this white tall towered building and they see what, a man, an old man wasting his time supporting a dream that is failing. There are more beer stores here then churches there are more churches than schools for the young, and you do not see the wrong in that, you take coin from families in need and still see yourself as a man of your god. You are more a man of Caliga then you realize. You drink at night, that bottle reaches your lips as you contemplate your failures and how to make it better to only take another swig of the bottle most sour. You took time to bed anothers wife last year on this very floor, and then not long after took the innocence of a young boy who only wanted you as a person to look up to. You are something to look to, something to look upon for us and smile” 

The man walked to the window and looked out, the black wing of the lady at his back shadowing him as the outside could not see into anything but blackness, there were cars and kids over in the other yard playing basketball together one boy pushing another out of the way, she could feel his eyes wonder she could feel his sin linger, she smiled as her wing wraped around him. “We know it is hard for you, to give up all you understand, to give up your green world and come lay space in our black one, but black is a beautiful color a simple color that makes us all see brighter things. You will leave behind the torment the empty space the choices you are shunned for here. You can be praised and worshiped for doing all you have done of sin here, you can be a god and get all you wish of flesh and worldly pleasures” she moved and looked back to the window the drapes opening a bit more so she could look out from the top window her red blindfold making an outline in the sea of blackness that was her. She was so different then the rest of them here but at the same time she did not have much of an omnipotence force here at the moment anyway. She kept her umbrance down as much as she could to not make the people notice more than needed or fear her in anyway, she just wanted this one man, this one man in a plot for such larger things. 

“But what do you want of me” he asked as his blue eyes shaking looked from the window to look upon her towering stature over him. His gaze was so much in awe, he had such a strong feeling of respect and amazement brought on by Abbadon a being that was both beautiful and sacred, like fine art or a beautiful old musical piece. He went hand reaching for hers. His fingers fell short as they drifted in blackness and then felt nothing solid. 

“Do not touch us, we don't wish that of you, we wish larger things of you, you are to be a voice of Caliga to the people here, of this time, to start the world turning to open the doors of your white cobble stone steps, paint them black call forth sinners, believers all to this building of stone and wood and show them their actions are not of bad, but of good and sin being that good, show them, teach them that sin is life, renewal not damnation and corruption” she looked back to the window “look at them, walking the streets and driving there cars, so lost but thinking they are found, like they are addicted to drugs they just think it can't happen to them, until it does. They are just natures failed experiment, the galaxies chould have been. Every day corporations sell millions of smart phones, smart computers, even smart water but small people, now that is in decline, always seeming to be on backorder. Maybe that is just a overcompensation or a understatement but the fact still is, human beings make machines to fix the problems they created. Everything they do is overcomplicated by design, everything they do they pick greed over need, profit over people, price over cost, sufficent over efficient. And they state it being the quintessential definition of intelligence. They should be brought back to being primitive if there thinking is such a thing.” she could not help but chuckle her whispers drifting off the wall. “Their own bible condemns them yet they cling to its pages like if it was to be ripped apart they would crumble along with it, it is pitiful, and pathetic, but we can fix them from there short comings. You can save them from there hollowed lives of believing in something that is not truth” 

She moved shutting the draped as her wing cradled the man within it, the dark feathers never truly touching him just the pull of her making him turn and move with her. Abbadons fingers moved to her hip as from a small jar came some sand floating in the air around her, the grains forming a Vitalis Tome right there in the air. She took it in her fingers the cover black and silver as the words “Ne tenebrae vos es” were carved into the spine along with small bumps only she could read, a marker to others saying that Abbadon had made this Tome. She took the Tome and put it in the man's hands “burn your white book, burn your idols to the god that has never given you anything, burn all that scream his name and let it be consumed by black fire. Then paint your floors black and place light only where it needs to be, let this be a home for darkness, and let ones that wish to find you come, and we shall be here, and shall give reward for devotion. You will get everything you want, if you help that is we get what we want. I shall be back for you do not forget this” 

Then she was gone, leaving him there, book in hand and the simple words from his lips “yes my Lady, it shall be put to work”

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3 Re: A Diffrent Type of Darkness on Tue Sep 26 2017, 13:30

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She could hear it, loss, something was dead and dieing in the emptiness of the expanse before her, blackness of a whole that formed into walls leading her to where she needed to be, were Caliga guided her every action. “A child of her father's graces, never forget who you are” voices, there were always voices be them real or be them insanity there words were followed without question. Long black clawed fingers wrapped around a silver chalice as lips of empty black touched the rim to drink apple wine with such poise and an odd grace to each simple movement. A crisp breath escaped clasped lips as she stood up from a chair that just faded into dust and into nothingness. “My….Abbadon” a small voice whispered from its knees at her flank. The small fragile wings of Millisadra clung to her chained nudity as she dare not pester her owner more than needed, and even that was too much. Empty black holes looked at the girl as she towered over the pathetic sex driven mutt dog on its knees. “We shall depart” words cold and stern as always left the beast of a woman's lips, well if you could even call Abbadon a woman over just calling her a monster. The girl also known as Milly or simply girl gave a bow of her head as she picked up the heavy chain, so much heavier here in this empty space every link with words carved into the bindings, each letter carved be there owner, scripture words to remind the girl who owned her. Blue eyes looked up at Abbadon as the chain became tight on her neck and Abbadon gave a harsh tug but did not say a word. Milly barked softly in pain as her black tail flicked behind her. The girl holding out her hands to Abbadon a black blindfold in her fingers held up as her eyes looked down never daring to look upon Abbadon’s face. “You will stay here, wall i depart” was all Abbadon said as she took the blindfold from the disgusting pathetic mutt of flesh and dropped the chain as it flowed into what seemed to be ground, but did not act as ground, the chain locked in place “but i wish to go with you!” the girl cried out on deaf ears as Abbadon vanished into the blackness. 

Do you ever walk into a place and feel the back of your neck stand on end, feel the jaws of death clammy and cold touching you but yet nothing is there, that was what she felt like, like emptiness, like work left undone, like death's fingers wrapped around your neck, slowly taking what rightfully belongs to him, sucking away one's happiness, one’s joy, one’s very sense of self, ones identity. But at the same time she was a monster, she was beauty, the purest image of dark beauty, a figure that none could beat, hips curved in a flawless hourglass figure, not thinly built but not overdoing it with mass. She was tall fifteen feet at the shoulder, jet black hair that fell just under heaving mountainous beasts. But what stood out the most was her monstrous hulking black feathered wings, like one of a angel made of black, unknown material, when feathers were fine, delicate and soft hers were hard and rugged, as if the edges were sharpened steel or some aloy of metal base components. Her wings folded softly to her back the tips dragging along the ground as there bottoms lightly clicked against the dark stone as blood dripped down her fingers and the head of a goat fell from her fingers dropping to the floor. She had picked the whole goat up along the way but parts ended up here and there on her way and all that was left was the head, witch now found itself here. But there was something missing from where she had come, from the citadel, it had been so long since she moved along the floors here, talked with the other Vissers, talked with a prime every now again, and the others of her kinn and under Caligas grace. But it was empty, where had they gone. She pondered it for only a second then with them gone, she was the only Visser left, was the one known as Fides still left? She had yet to meet the being that was the top of the pecking order for there level. She would meet him, his essence still lingered he was around she was sure of it, but there was not any others. She could feel the lingering power soaking into her being, a sort of power boost, home ground boost and promotion from the lost, but she would have to find Fides to gain more, she would find him to gain so much more, she needed to. Walking into the place she walked upon the old fountain, her fingers clawed along the edges as she was almost happy inside at the old thing still being here. And she stayed at that spot, her glowing red presence and umbral signature filling up the building with the sweet yet erry smell of Vanilla and a hint of earthy chive. 

The air thickened. While to any layman it would’ve counted as no concern, from it came something odd – the throttling of hooves upon concrete pavement as black horses rode in front of a silver crested carriage following a road with no destinations through the realms of the wicked and tainted – the Damned beasts howled, they – much like their owner – still of breath; empty sockets revealed the void quality of their nature, with manes which twisted and swirled through the air in their dark tango, upon reaching the gates of that hidden jewel which was the Citadel. The carriage would’ve appeared, with no recollection of ever being there – a mere illusion which distorted reality to the point of pure nihilism, its doors opening wide. From them stepped a figure clad in black; a noble stature of the most imposing man, a lean frame with toned muscles and skin of alabaster white, flawless to the very edge of perfection, should it ever exist. His features, sharp, sculpted by the uttermost skilled Architect, the sharp jawline piercing first through the darkness – a slightly curved nose, with thin lips to follow which smirked wickedly to his surroundings. He took notice of it all with the help of two sapphire pools, so undeniably cold in order to chill to the bone, so scolding ablaze to burn the flesh. He was a pure incarnation of Narcissus in its demeanor, the black fur upon his shoulders ending in two thin tendrils which seemed to slash through the air like sharp blades. Gloves covered his limbs as digits clasped against the knob of a black cane, guiding him towards the Citadel’s doors. Silken strands of snow were carried by the cold breeze of the woods, strays covering part of his features as long digits only pushed them aside, around his ear. The Gentleman Monster stepped in – and upon his sculpted features was a Cheshire-like grin – each step perfectly calculated with the sole intent of existing, in a place where he almost did not, while entropy itself seemed to dismember itself to his presence. He was perfectly still when he wished to – and perfectly in motion when he did not. The handsome appearance of him, an anomaly of everything and anything natural upon the world; a façade of beauty of the most obscene – this, the Monster which now roamed the halls of the most unlikely, was Faust Allegro. Gloved digits picked up a silver container which held smokes of an unknown brand, black papered. End to his lips, as the tip burned by a solitary flame. “Good evening.” He spoke, to nobody in particular, in a baritone note, guttural deep, musically pleasing. 

Abbadons head turned as she could hear a voice, her wings went up above her to outstretch their feathers clicking together as of a suit of armor had all clicked together. It was out of habbit but she lowered them back down she did not have to show her stature here, this was her….home? It was a question within the mass of her mind but she would make it home, be it by force or choice this was were she would rest her wings, were she would stay in times that she was not out spreading the word of Caliga to other people, other places. Her empty face looked upon the male, it smelled of male, it felt of male but she saw nothing but blackness in the end, beautiful flawless blackness. Her feet on the floor with nothing on them as the black smoke swayed around them, she saw with her feet for the moment part, feeling the flow of the world or land she was in and here it was like she had eyes she could see darkness, and here that id what there was, she was so good here she would almost be able to see the males face and features other then the basic outline of his body. “Who be you?” she said in that cold stern voice she held, the voice that did not come from lips but from her core, the black talked it did not sound like her words came from her face but came from her whole being. Like the wind waveing in the trees you could feel it and hear it all around you, she did the same. Her black wings held behind her draged on the floor as her foot moved a head and the slight sound of draging metal made the area a bit more unsteddy. And her head tilted looking at the puzzling one before her and the fact that here she could see him as if she had eyes, which was amusing to say the least and enjoyed. 

“My, aren’t you a sight.” The man chuckled. Though at a distance, she was quite easy to see, clear as daylight. Rubys roamed along her figure – from top to bottom, head to toe – in a lustful demeanor, though far from carnal bounds of such connotation. “Pardon me intruding upon your home – I seem to be quite lost.” He lied. “… perhaps it would’ve been wiser to knock?” He humored the femme before him – or what he had thought to be feminine – one arm coming to curl around his chest as figure bowed at the waist. “Allegro, Faust.” He introduced himself as only a Gentleman would deem fit to, other arm extending towards her in an offer – should she accept, cold lips would place upon her knuckles like ice. Should she not, he would retreat the appendage as such. “Would you be so kind as to inform me of my whereabouts, Miss…?” Faust asked for her name, the only polite way he could possibly bring himself to, taking another deep drag from his cigarette, burning closer and closer to the end as the smoke swirled. 

She let out what seemed like a breath of no air, only the sound, witch seemed to echo around them in the silence that held for a moment. he was close and she put out her hand for him to take. the sparking red around her burned a bit brighter as she thought on it all, the voice in her head as of laughing 'just one, just one, bring darkness to him, he will enjoy it' yes, he seemed like he would, and the voice was not wrong "Abbadon, The Wings of Caliga is myself, Visser and voice of the words of our lord in Darkness, witch you find yourself in his temple, home, sanctuary, no better place to find the one true almighty us, sic narro nos totus" they were in her home, Her church for Her lord, and as she thought of it being hers her feet moved slightly black tendrils seeping into the blackness under her it all mashed together black floor, black epping veins into it, if one did not look really hard it all looked the same, but in time that black would mark the rest of the black as its own, leaving her signature on the very stones, leaving her mark saying this is mine now, claimed. witch she was sure would anger any other kinn around, but that did not matter, this was her own now, and she would fight for that claim if needed and if male would do she would take him to as her own, lay claim and turn him to darkness and a follower, like she had done with her other thrall. she watched as she waited for that kiss, inside she was on the edge of her seat but on the outside she was emotionless and uncaring, but if his lips were to hit her skin that would all change so very fast. "what brought you here? why have you come to seek the darkness out were it lives" she questioned. 

Instead of a kiss, she’d feel a small breeze from his lips – cold as it was – as the man’s digits curled around her slim, dark limb admiring each curve of it, each line on her palm as though she was a masterpiece and he, a critic analyzing it thoroughly. Listening to her words only brought out a soft coo from those pale thin lips, now curled in their usual Cheshire-like grin, wide. “Aren’t we all lost once in awhile, while following the path of our choosing? The Short Road, or the Long; The Oasis, or the Endless Sea.” His words spoke of metaphors much like the never faltering rambles of a madman, going on a loop. Perhaps he was; perhaps Insanity took ahold of the man, gripping him tightly like a greedy Mistress and forcing him to succumb to its tethers, surrender to its loving, tantalizing kiss. “Abbadon.” He called her name as he jolted upwards to stand up straight once more. “Your titles only enforce me to speak of mine.” The man taunted her – teased, in the most seductive way one could, with a confidence that would place him at the arm of any woman, at any moment. “I go by many names as well. They call me the Old Guard. The Waiting One.” What he waited for, he did not say. “… Old Scratch. Now, that’s such an old one…” Faust sighed, as though lost in the memories of a life he no longer lived, an existence so flawed it had to be erased from history itself. “Tell me, Abbadon.” He’d circle now, slow. Each step, in perfect tandem to move his body along like a Predator in its prime, a beast unleashed for now, now they were dancing the dance of Monsters. “What Road do you think you are one? What road do you think your… Lord and Savior…” He grinned, ironically so. “…is on? The Long, or the Short? The Endless Sea, or the Oasis?” Faust repeated himself, like a broken tape. A madman, falling deeper into insanity. 

Abbadon did not move as he walked around her, in a ring, like a tiger ringing a helpless animal to consume, but a pray item would flee, she was no pray item and never would be, she was made to be a Visser, top of the pecking order. as his fingers held her hand and he looked upon black lines, a shape pf flowing blackness held together by power alone. as his skin touched her own small black dots formed on his skin but then vanished as if never there, but they were there, when she wanted them to be, and for the time being they would live within him, her essence, Caliga's darkness. as soon as they vanished, there would be a small voice within him, small almost unnoticed "pritty pritty pritty please, live, for me, live, for me to find yourself" a whisper in the blackness a voice wanting to be acknowledged to be made bigger. "Darkness is not a sea, we are the sky, endless without mass breaking our flow, without islands without ground, with no end and no beginning no start, no end, Caliga is life and death, start and finish, beginning and end, Ouroboros is we. a path in life is for the ones walking, he is on no path long or snort for he is the path its self, for ones to walk and be drawn into its beautiful splendor, Calida is darkness, and we are children of darkness made solid with voice" softly she turned her movements fluid with no breaks like that of a human or normal being, she was erry, still but moving, flowing unnaturally. her empty face looked upon the man as he talked as if he was missing part of his mind, like he had a hole within him within his being that needed to be filled with something. it would be, it had already started to be, it would just take as much time as Abbadon wanted to kick into gear, the darkness now placed within his flesh would linger for years being small or take moments to turn him fully black and into a thrall to work for her and her alone, to be used and made her own. but only if he was seen as worth it, if not then one did not seed him and he would be turned black to nothingness to a nonexistant mass of empty space. "We have one name, that of witch is Sinn, and i am the wings of our All Father, Apax Visser of Kinn"her pride was filled as she looked at him, even if it was not fully truth it was gray zone and far from a lie.

“You are such a proud Little Black Sheep.” He grinned at her so wickedly. The raw emotion which lingered through his words towards her, the sharp venom upon his tongue, spat out at her. “You follow your Lord like a blind Lamb, so desperate to open the seals that have been offered to you, dangled before you like a carrot before a mule to make it walk. The Long Road is far more than that – The Ascension to the Throne, the ultimate sacrifice of releasing and denying divinity.” Faust sighed at that. Then and there, it happened, an anomaly which made him appear so much older now, almost frowning upon her. A Gentleman Monster; Now, so much the former, than the latter. “Perhaps I overestimated you. Perhaps you may not be ready for what the Long Road would be taking from you, my dear.” A twitch of his brow followed suite as the voice whispered within his mind, brows furling inwards, visibly displeased. Sapphire orbs pierced into the nothingness of hers, a look filled with disgust and passive aggression. “It is advisable not to toy with what is still unknown to you, Miss.” He’d settle for calling her ‘Miss’, instead of acknowledging her given name. Digits then pulled at his gloves, slowly but surely discarding them from his limbs as the vision of his flesh became evident to her – scarred skin covered his hands – burnt and bruised, so visibly wounded that the alabaster sheen now became black, dripping coagulated black tar. “When two Monsters meet…” He began, his voice, a cold edge. “… there can only be one of Three possible outcomes: They either Fight, Hunt, or Mate.” A pause. A wide grin, as he eyed her carefully with a snap of his neck to the side. “…as the saying goes.” 

Abbadon did not waver, maybe that is what angered him, he spat so much at her but she never made any attempty to lash back, yet, her empty face looked down at him as upon her lips a smile did form, but she was not happy she did not feel that, it was for cosmetic value. and within his mind the voice was a little louder, it was noticed he was reacting, it would grow "in his own voice it just kept repeating It is advisable not to toy with what is still unknown to you,It is advisable not to toy with what is still unknown to you," over and over and over again like a broken record till that little voice stoped. "dont tempt fate" was all it whispered and then it went fully silent, like overly silent, there was no words no feeling it was emptness as she looked at him. "I am nothing little, Caliga made the choice to personally take my offering and make grant me my powers that are above all others. and i am far from blind of him and dont blindly follow him as he is not only a voice in the wind but a true being as you and I. i am no sheep following an invisible god on high. " she turned as she looked over the room darkness as far as one could see, a building in a emptiness of black swaying shadows and darkness. "you see blackness, you see a building, you are blind to what is really there, the power that holds this place in its grips, the very fabric of this world is not able to be seen by your eyes. but if you look inside you now you have the ability to see truly, all you have to do is ask for it" her face turned back to him as her stature was over him her wings to her back as her one hand moved down her fingers touching the spine of her tome lashed to her hip by a black leather strap. "can you see the color within the blackness, can you hear the voices in the empty abyss, the father has always been here, even for you lost one in a place you have yet to understand." 

‘Perhaps you didn’t quite understand me, Miss.’ He spoke, yet with unmoving lips; a response to the voice within his head which only echoed back through his own thoughts, for he knew she could hear – he knew /it/ could hear. “You see I, much like your Caliga, am a Creator; And one of my prized possessions ran away from me, so eager to join your…” A pause. Scarred digits curled in mid-air forming quotation marks as his voice only dwelled in the irony. “… flock.” Faust took less than lightly to betrayal – especially from his own experiments for he, the Puppet Master, was a Monster who made peace with his own obscenely vulgar nature. “I want her back. I want her returned to me, for I am who she belongs to.” He gazed at her through half-closed lids, sapphires gleaming as his gloves were once more put on, picking up another cigarette. Lighting the tip, and a long, deep drag. “A sheep of mine has left the fold. And I do not wish to take a replacement from your Architect’s own.” It sounded much like a warning, a threat – though it was far from something so petty. No. He made no threats – he made a statement. 

Abbadons flames got a bit brighter, he said something that made a bit more of an impact this time, his last line, that last line that left his lips hit a note in her. her empty face looked at him as her wings started to move on her back, they were rising slowly to about half mass just a show to say you are talking to much and it is now hitting notes it sould not be hitting. "no one is like Caliga, for none of his children would leave him willingly. it only shows how different you are. for he makes loyalty and children and you make abominations of things you wish to follow you. if you were a good father then your child would not have ever left to join another now would it" she did not do anything other then the show, she would never lay the first blow to another, it was not her way, not the Vissers way, sinners tossed punches, she was higher then that, higher then laying a simple blow to the face or body. the voice in the males head was a little louder. "no no no, she cant hear you in here, did not stutter, we did not stutter, we all float here, the flock flock flock" it rambled on "ask for it, just, ask me, we can fix your problem, get the girly back, want the girly back dont you? just ask it is simple" and for the first time within the head of the man the voice was crystal clear and as if a person was right beside him. "just let darkness touch you inside. Ask for it. We cant lie to you" the voice lingered in the last words as Abbadon kept on looking at him, looking through him, a gaze that sent shivers up the spine, the now strong smell of vanilla over powering the nose so it was the only smell around. "it would not be wise to try to take what is not yours, we can be a warm hand but also a blade to your neck" her words cold and stern as she looked at him the red smoke flowing from her eyes and behind that red bright blindfold. 

It was almost odd, the following course of actions. How lighthearted his laugh now was, how his grin seemed to shift into a warm, almost intoxicant sweet smile with a tilt of his head to the right side – and then, to the left – as though oscillating in the uncertainty of it all, the indecisiveness of his thoughts. The voice only rang louder in his mind, though it was not alone – there was another – aside from his own, which now rang through the mind of the Monster. ‘He is already taken, mon petit.’ The voice rang vicious. A hissing noise of a slithering serpent, the imagery of a crimson snake slithering now around the man’s neck: an Illusion which passed through to Reality. “I’m afraid I’m already spoken for, to another kind of Darkness.” He smiled, in an ironic chortle as the snake only tightened its grip. “I am a damned and condemned man, Miss.” He admitted to it so casually as the man only stepped forth towards her. Then and there, he grew through the same illusion as the snake, reaching her height and a head more. Gloved limb slithered lightly for her neck, curving around in a delicate, soft hold as he would bring her in, to her own accord. Faust murred when the satin fabric touched what seemed to be her flesh, though by now he knew better – the feeling of her darkness so violently forcing its way within her mind only brought another laughter from his frame – now more mania filled. Now, more devilish. “Everyone has a Master, mon petit. Even you, and oddly so, even I. What loyalty would I be worth should I switch so easily and succumb to you? Would I not be just like the sheep who so easily deceived me, and promised herself to another? Would I not be as disgusting as the weakling which fled from under my wing?” As he spoke, his lips would only draw in nearer to the black horns upon the side of her face. The illusionary snake hissed; A noose around his neck, an endless grip. “If you will not help me find the girl, at least help me understand this: What makes you a Monster, Abbadon?” The whispering touch echoed like an agonizing scream, though barely audible through the Halls of the most unlikely. The Cheshire like grin found its way back upon the male’s features – a signature of the Gentleman Monster. 

As his touch came to her neck to pull her into him, pull them almost face to face she allowed it, but it had a price on every touch he would very soon find out the hard way. "what makes me a monster, nothing, for I am not a monster, I am a Visser and I am Caligas wings no monster could be that" her lips never moved the words came from her very core as his skin, that touched her was becoming infected with blackness, the black tendrles were not fading down, they already had, there was already darkness inside of the males body for it to link to and it had been there for a little bit so it had chance to establish its self and be acknowledged and grow. "it is beautiful isn't it,the black shade that comes to ones skin when they take a bit of me into them. that voice you hear, it is meant to guide you, black out what ever is there, and it will, black out the red, red is a color weaker then nothingness. and if it cant black out what is inside you and you dont allow it to guide your actions it will just turn you into, well nothing, like you never existed at all. to be blacked out" his hand that was at her neck was no longer able to grab anything as what seemed like skin turned to smoke in his fingers and then came back to make her neck once more. she moved her fingers to slide down his hip to take the treasure that was her tome from her hip cord and open a page running her fingers along the fine bumps littering the black page. "in first days there was darkness, Caliga was born of darkness, made solid, a darkness so thick light could not seep into it, a darkness so dense all would be consumed within it to not be seen. what is this darkness to us all, it is life, it is everything, for we are nothing, but we are everything, all places but no place" she looked up her blindfold looking right at the man before her "you may be a monster, it is a word you call yourself, a word that holds no glory, no pride within it for it is something born of disgust, vilonce, weakness. that is what makes us so very different. you call your owner a master, a being to follow out of duty out of a job, you are ordered and you obey and do as your master commands. but I, Follow my Lord as he is my Father, my Protector, and my Ally i follow not blindly doing orders but with vision grander then any mortals eyes or even yours could fathom. you say you belong to another, you are owned, that is sad for you for ownership is a life spent in a invisible chain, life spent as a slave to something that knows it owns you. i follow not due to order or duty but out of honor and loyalty. I stand for something, what do you stand for " that last line that left her was harder then every other one, insulting as to say he stood for nothing. wall her words ended that black on his hand had gotten to his wrist. the voice in his head starting to get louder "sever the limb before infection spreads, to late already done ne ne ne ne ne. just ask and it will stop, just ask and it will all be over, you can be her friend you know, ne ne, she can be that owner you talk about, she is a good looking owner dont ya think" the voice was enjoying its self and in the end even Abbadon did not know what the voice really was, be it the voice of darkness the voice of nothing, just a random voice that came with people going a little mad wall they were being consumed by her darkness, but it was there, and it was something to deal with for the soul that was going to end up swallowed. 

“You quite enjoy playing with what you yet fail to understand, don’t you, Little Lamb?” His voice murred out to her softly as the man’s grin only stood prominent upon those alabaster sharp features as two of his digits only tapped lightly against her cheek, a couple of times before retreating. “You’re so prideful in displaying the power your Caliga has offered you that you’ve become blind to the very nature of your being; We are all Monsters, to some extent. The very reasoning of just what exactly makes us monstrous, is where we differ.” Faust sighed as the voice only urged him to give in more and more – it was like an annoying mosquito buzzing obnoxiously in his ear, sapphire orbs noticing the seemingly grotesque necrosis which took place upon his limb. It only brought a smile from him. A shake of his head, as he departed from the femme slowly. “Do you want to know what makes /me/ a Monster, Miss?” He spoke, as a chair pulled out for him with no recollection of it ever being there. He sat, cross-legged, arms resting elbows against his knee. “What makes me a Monster is that it /does/ make a difference to you, whether I stay or leave.” – before she could say anything, a gloved digit rose up; wiggled in the air, signaling silence. “… it does make a difference to you, for if I leave, you won’t know if I’m actually gone, truly.” There it was, the actual Gentleman Monster peeking through – now, more the latter than the former – as Faust could only sigh into his own lost nature. He was a prisoner of something, someone far beyond the understanding of others – there was a Darkness within him which knew not of a Caliga, a God or a Devil. There was only it, consuming him, condemning him. “I do not wish to fight you, Abbadon. I am not here to measure and compare the powers of your Father to mine, or my own Master. You don’t have to display your might for me; Although if you so desire to get your ego tickled that badly, you could’ve just asked.” It was only then when she would realize just how wicked the man could be; when he rose from his chair and stretched out as though nothing had happened, as he so casually snapped and strained his muscles – and yawned. Deep, and dark. He was cold, near freezing. Pulsating, and unearthly strong. Rough, yet so agonizingly dull. The Puppeteer was bored. “I believed you were ready for what the Long Road had to offer you.” A pause. A shake of his head, followed by an ironic ‘Tsk’, as his sapphires only eyed her coldly. A sharp edge of a merciless blade. “I was mistaken. I do apologize for wasting your time, Miss.” With that, he bowed once more. 

that black on his arm was growing, and it was not slowing down or stopping, and his arm was starting to fade away, he was doing nothing to stop it, nothing to fight it, did he just want to fade away into nothingness, cease to exist, did he think that strongly of himself that he just kept talking and ignoring the fact he was going to just fade away and the very memory of him would vanish. he was going to be blacked out and he did not seem to care about it and just kept talking, like a thing that thought it held value to her. it did not matter if he died here and now or walked out or stayed, none of that mattered to Abbadon, as soon as he was blacked out he would not even be remembered, images of him would vanish he would be gone and he allowed it all to take place, to happen, to go past the point of no return and not seem to have it affect you. before he used words to call himself the devil, saten, the one that is in the godly books, but even that had no chance to not just be erased, it would fade away like everything else. "you stand there and think you matter, think your being here matters think that your master compares to my Father, when in the end my father is also your own, he is the father of your god, the father of the christian god, the other worldly gods, to all of it as all of them start one way a being born in darkness. but my Father, is the darkness you and your master was born in. but you, came here, to see me. and sadly you will not exist when you leave you will just be blacked away. you are not worthy for a gift i could have given you, a freedom from what binds you, but you will fowl the blood if i were to take you in, you don't see like you sould" Abbadon did not allow his next touch the tap on her cheek. his finger just taped on shadow and then her cheek formed back. her wings lifted over her head as they held themselves at full mass and she started to laugh. it was a odd thing a Visser laughing it was this rasped cracked sound that came from no place but every place, the walls were laughing, the floor was laughing the laughing sound was coming from the whole room they were standing in, the empty black hall with no pillars and nothing but this rug and small fountain that did not touch the floor. her hand came to her chest as she kept laughing, it was funny, he was doing nothing but talking, like he mattered, it was like he thought she cared. but then after a moment she stopped watching that black vine like pattern start to creep up his neck, over his chest, to the side of his face, it even was starting to show up on his other hand and legs under his pants, it was growing within him and not stopping, it would black out everything, his insides, his self, anything that embraced him inside, any other beings that lived within him would lose there host and be forced into a small black bead that would hit the ground when he faded away being blacked out a consuming everything darkness. like a black hole taking everything in, but inverted as it was inside already and allowed to be there and was now growing out. "so, what is your next action being of none, to talk more of your owner who holds your being in there hands and uses you, or to at last ask me to make the blackness stop before it eats you and you are erased. you wont be able to get that girl back will you if you cease to exist" 

“Ah, but you see…” The man began to speak. His voice seemed to be nothing but an echo through the halls now, a whispering sensation through the wind – just as though there was no actual being present to host such sounds. Then, his arms came to cross against his chest – whatever was left of it, not yet engulfed by her dark attempts to bind him, black him out, erase him. His arms crossed, as one gloved palm supported the weight of his head tilted to the side, as Faust only smiled. “…what certainty do you even have that I was ever here, Miss?” He muttered those words out, clear as day; though vague as the dense fog during an autumn morning. “The fact that you’ve seen me enter this place? The fact that my carriage is outside? The fact that I am right here, speaking to you right now? What makes you so sure I was ever here to begin with?” He’d pause, then, to match up her own laughter. A deeper one. A colder one. And then, to brush it all off, came a shrug of his shoulders, so painfully heavy that they soon dropped, drooped down lazily and exhausted. A disappointed look overcame his features with a deep-set frown to enhance his gaze of utter pity towards the femme which proved herself to be blinder than her blindfold, denser than the book she carried. “… what makes me a Monster is the fact that if I leave, you’d never know whether or not I am truly gone. And if I stay, you have no certainty that I am, in fact, here.” It would only take a minute longer before her supposed darkness would envelop him fully – only a minute longer and he, as she so called it, would’ve been erased from reality – this reality – and yet he had no fear towards the aspects of it. Instead, he moved. A step to the side, for that was all Faust had ever been. The Aside. A practitioner of the Lonely. The Long Road, and the Endless Sea. 

[C] Before departing, Faust did one last thing; head tilted up to the tall ceiling of the Citadel – to the sky above. “It’s your move now. I’ve come to you – Now it’s your turn. Find me, before I find her.” It was clear as day that by this point in time he was no longer talking to the femme before her, to the Miss he made acquaintance with moments before, no. He turned towards the nothingness as nothingness seemed to envelop his figure until full darkness. He turned, and gazed at her over his shoulder – looked through her, much like she was glass. “…because I will find her. I will take back what’s mine. And when I do. Well…” Just like that, he was gone. Perhaps Abbadon’s darkness erased him from existence – perhaps he was never there, to begin with. There was a lingering whisper through the halls – a laughter full of mania and a voice which mocked their very own Lord. “May Caliga have mercy on you, when I find her.” 

Abbadon looked to him, he was fading away but she still smiled, on her face, it did not go back to being numb, even if he was fake, a card trick, a safety switch that hew would turn off, even an illusion had a bond to the original host body a link. she looked at him, but past him, into him and that voice inside his head was no longer in the illusions mind, but in the real mind. "she knows man, she can see you, she always knew, you are still sick she is still inside of you" Abbadons consuming darkness consumed everything, into ones essence into ones soul to eat into everything to fully erase a memory of a person it needed to remove there very existence and even touch into time its self to finish all loss ends, a useful skill to make sure things stayed the way they sould be remove bad things from time and space and make things go back to the way the balance sould be. and she stood there, smiling, her wings lowering as she put them down to make it more comfortable "till we meet again then, witch we will and when the days get shorter for you, simply pray into the darkness and i shall hear you, no matter were you are" the whole time she hardly tryed, all she did was allow him to touch her knowing full well he was not real, Abbadons vision was far from blind, but she was fine with him believing it. after he had faded away and said his last words and departed Abbadon turned "around all of us can find you now, you and your lord they just have to follow my mark upon your being" she chuckled as she walked into the darkness to another room, empty still, god it was empty here but it was nice, she enjoyed the silence as she sat down in a chair running her finger along the bumps on the black pages of her tome to read it in silence,

Softly she sat down upon a large chair as her wings moved along the floor and her side as she walked and sat pushing into the large chair, nothing seemed to sit right as she moved her legs her finger running along the side of her beloved tome and the small bumps on the side. Her aura flickered as she felt them and enjoyed the words it was like music within her mind the closest to happiness she could be was reading her tome. But this stink, it was all over “i can feel you around you know, you never left did you, this place smells of you even after the years i have been gone from others as us, the smell of others, of us, can't be forgotten” she kept her face to her tome as she let out the sound of a breath even if no air passed her lips. Clawed fingers moved up from reading her tome as she took her fingers to undo the blindfold on her face. She enjoyed keeping it on to keep others from seeing the fact she was without the kinns six bright eyes but among kinn and among him she need not care as much as she would others under them. For ones under them did not need to know, they did not deserve to know, and she was sure that the one that was all places here would already know regardless, as she was very knowing in the stories of the wings of there father and how it all came to be was a good well told story book. As she took the red blindfold and put it down on the armrest of the chair the empty black face with red smoke lightly billowing out of her empty holes in her face. It was a strange thing really, to see one with nothing but a black face, so empty not even eyes or lips to brighten anything up. As she turned her face back down to her book she waited, wondered, would he make a grand entrance or would it be small and simple, she wondered if she had to prove herself, what their first meeting after almost ten thousand years or more would be like. 

She might have felt it…well she would, it would be impossible not to. It was only a faint echo of the true majesty…a small sliver of its grandiose being, an odd sort of warmth, which could be interpreted as a smile at her astute nature. Its manifestation would not come full force at least not now, there was no need, it would be as a quite conversation between father and daughter. Given the grand power of the Evincar she would be the only one aware it was here by its wishes. Even were another to enter it would go unnoticed by others, at least initially. There would of course be a massive amount of energy in the air, but that could easily be mistaken for the Visser Abaddon, though she would know better. He would however answer her audibly, the hissing whispers emanating form every dark obscured corner in perfect unison. "indeed child we are here, we are always here, such is our duty to the grandness. Such is our station our purpose, we will always be here, at all times. This place demands such a presence, surely you know this, even despite such a long absence….even you know this is home, as do all your brothers…sisters…the children of darkness from all walks should know this…" as the echoing whispers faded a sort of breeze would caress her face, as if a hand were to caress her cheek in an affectionate manner, as a father might brush the hair from his daughters face to better see. Surely the other kinn were unaware, but not Fides. Fides had not laid on this daughter in a great many years, and was pleased to see her here in the umbra, in the Citadel. When she had left this place it was little more then a temple, now it stood a grand castle. Her form looked much the way he remembered her, with all the grace befitting a goddess. And yet were he to show himself now he wondered would she recognize him…surely the energy would be familiar though far greater then it once had been, his manifestation had changed as well, though kinn could appear as the pleased most had a "go to" manifestation…or a more "true" form, when last she observed fides he was high Visser now he was the Evincar…the first, king among Kinn and had the glory of the Cardinal added to his dominion and reign which had increased his power many times over. An aura could be felt leaning over her now as if to look over her. Fides would look upon her tome, an impressive thing, most people again would miss the true majesty of such a thing innocuous looking as it was, this too held great power, she would likely feel as the aura reached over her shoulder placing a palm upon the book, even the faint profanity of such a thing would cause the book to visibly darken a clear indicator it was being touched by him, despite not having taken physical form. 

Softly the warmth of his almost embrace touched her and she stopped her doings, stopped drifting into her tome and blocking out the rest. Turning her face up she felt his hand that soft breeze his words whispering to her that he would always be there. “It has been so long, you were still a Visser like me when I last saw or felt you, but now your energy has grown so much, it is almost as if we can fully see you before ourselves. But we all grow as time goes on =, the rest of us, we can't feel them, are, we the only left of us” her words seemed cold and sadene, well as sad as she could get, it was like there was a hole that was inside of her blackness, a empty spot where she wanted to meet them, meet the new young kinns, break in new sinners to the words of their beloved All Father, she enjoyed that most in this immortal life and in the end it was the only thing that made he feel anything, giveing the words of there Father to others and simply being, home. Softly she moved her fingera along her tome and shut thre pages as she would smile inside her aura flickering as her wings matched it showing her happiness, her change in emotion, the change in feeling nothing to now feeling happiness and being touched, seeming to be almost, loved. “Why don't you show yourself to us? Instead of being a whisper in the wind. Wall we were on earth there was storys on how you have become the Evincar. So do i get to see the visser that has become the grand Evincar. Do we not get to see such a splendor” she said it in a mocking tone, a toying tone to get him to come out of his little party trick of hiding in a wall. She let out a coy chuckle as she ran her finger along the spine of the book enjoying the treasured words dotted into the spine, words Caliga put on it himself, she never said what they were as they were for her alone, well unless someone asked, but no one ever did pay that much attention. 

Fortunato and his partner Shade are a dangerous pair and each in sync with one another. Shade is a shadow demon meaning they are capable of shadow manipulation. This allows them to draw strength every time a shadow is nearby and use shadow heal to regenerate health and survive life threatening injuries by moving to the nearest shadow. They are capable of shadow walking and moving from one place to another by stepping from one shadow into another. Whenever there is a light source and a shadow is cast they can create constructs from it and launch projectiles at opponents. They are not yet visible within the castle having used a shadow cast to slide under the door at first Fortunato suggested hiding but Shade has prior knowledge of the Kinn and knows that would be a bad idea and speaks to the young inventor. “Do you know nothing about Kinn that would not work they are like me they are born of darkness so you are suggesting we use shadows to hide from a shadow.” Fortuanto simply sighs and mutters of course and heads for the throne room to offer his dwarven goods to the Kinn. “Would ye be interested in some dwarven goods?” The mad jester has a clockwork prosthetic in place of a right arm and appears to be in ragged jester clothes and wearing some sort of gasmask. He would appear unusual to the Kinn as they are two distinct Auras. One is a shadow demon named shade who is his other half and the other is a human named Fortunato. They appear to be in some sort of symbiotic relationship as Fortunato lets her feed off the darkness in his life and he gains incredible strength and power. Shade is 3’000 years old which is not that old for a demon and has been his best friend since childhood. The pair seem to get along well except for the binding seal on the demon which caused a bit of resentment. It was a measure to keep her from ever fully possessing him making him one of the few humans to successfully trick a demon. “How may we help you?” Both voices speak in unison. 

As abbadon had asked to see the new grandure she could feel the darkness pooling in on itself folding over and over growing darker and darker, eventually manifesting as what would resemble a drop of ink mixing with water the shadowy tendrils extending outweard and flowing with an awe inspiring grace, forming and more and more definitive features as tie seconds crawled by, surely he could have formed faster, but as she had known he was a bit of a show man, and even more vain now that his title had been granted and he was elevated to such a position.Fides struck the most imposing figure of all the kinn. The shadowy specter of death and darkness, truly a creature from the darkest nightmares of the most devout individuals. The most visually striking features if had would be that of a massive right pauldron, fashioned as a self loathing angel, embracing itself in lament, with a plethora of feathers, which formed a cape concealing the Evincars right arm. The feathers were a dark cardinal red, and unimaginably sharp envoking even the envy of the most vorpal of weapons. The left shoulder was covered by a nother large pauldron, this one so large in fact that it was even oversized for the likes of the Evincar. The pauldron itself had an imperial purple lip around it to hold in the plate which had the inlay of the lament configuration puzzle box, each of its six faces unfolded in such a way the cube made an inverted cross. From the front, back, and center of this pauldron hung Peterian cross's, these chains jingling softly as the became tangible. This plate rested on another which went as far as about one would expect a pectoral muscle to have been. The end of this plate also pierced three times, these piercings were in the form of rosary chains, adorned with onyx beads, each bead containing the now damned soul of seraph conquered by the Evincar itself. These piercings digging in into the outermost reaches of the lamenting angel pauldron’s left wing, as if to tether the abomination to it. there was a massive belled sleeve though this sleeve was in reality an incredibly long rosary itself, forming a large belled sleeve which would softly clack as it billowed in the same unseen breeze which the figure seemed constantly subjected too, though it would affect nothing aside from the manifestation. He gently held in his left hand a small length of the chain, the end of which is adorned with a breathtaking Peterian cross. This cross would appear different to all whom beheld it as it was an image conjured from the eye of the beholder, truly magnificent, perfect to the last detail, all thanks to the imaginations of every individual who would come to see such a thing. It had been enchanted in such a way that it would assume the most perfect form the beholder could conjure, It gently swayed back and forth in what most would call a blatantly hypnotic way; its befuddling beauty begging for attention. One of the most attention grabbing features this beast possessed was that of a ribcage, this was somehow definitively darker then the unimaginable darkness that formed the Evincar. The ribs themselves only truly apparent in the font, along the sternum and a fair bit of the ribs themselves. The ribs were so dark that they glistened, the light not allowed to profane their darkness at all, it was a curious thing to behold in such a dark manifestation, it gave the ribcage a sort of ominous glow to it, occasionally revealing what might have been thought to be souls flowing through it stretched out in some random impossible contortion of pain. The belt which it wore had a “V” sort of shape to it and hung seductively off the hips, the left side of the belt home to three chains which hung loosely forming three tiers which disappeared around behind the “skirt” which Fides had, each adorned with yet another Petrian cross. The eyes were much as they were before Fides' six glowing violet eyes are placed across his umbral features in two symmetrical rows; lined with purest silver that glitters like mythril in the moonlight. The rest of the Evincars face was absent any discernable features. From his brow spans an impressive tangle of horns, purveying a sort of bestial show of majesty, the horns adorned with various baubles of vanity .Most notable would be the numerous Peterian crosses which were generously draped throughout. The halos which were occasionally hung would also attract a fair deal of attention, as they were uncommonly “animated”. The evil presence of the Evincar so profound these holy artifacts writhed in excruciating pain at being so close to such a profane being. There were also rams horns, their curve complementing the jaw line of this beast nearly perfectly, the horns coming to sharp points before the center eyes. Above this crown of horns hung a rather blasphemous crown of thorns, black and glistening as if somehow alive and moist, gently spinning, always to the left. A point of pride for this creature was its ridiculously (C) 

long pure silver hair. Each hair was actually an asininely sharp chord of silver, each of these countless millions of strands were between sixteen to twenty feet in length. They pooled about the feet of Fides, given some cover to the more sinister truth of the “skirt”. A scrutinizing look at the skirt which the Evincar wore a far more nefarious reality would become apparent. The eternally flowing skirt of Fides was not some strange cloth manifest from shadows, no; it was in fact a torrential downpour depicting the countless damned souls over which the Evincar had definitive dominion. These figures poured out around the Evincar for three feet, forming something like a puddle which Fides was constantly standing in, or rather floating above. These souls at the outermost rings can be seen desperately struggling to pull free from the mass while being pulled back in by other trying desperately to do the same, in an eternally vain struggle. Once a high priest of the Sinn Fides had truly become a figure of intimidation, the king amongst Kinn. This figure stood before her now and took a low and regal bow, the whispers shattering the silence "does it please you dear?" as he had asked Abbadon her thoughts another pair entered which distracted fides for a moment its eyes squinting to take in the details of the new comers as it stood once more to the fullness of its thirteen foot height tilting its head to the side it seemed to ignore the jester, though it found irony in the garb Fides was far more taken with his "parnter", the shadow demon. He looked back to Abbadon, then to thejkester, then once more back to Abbadon, his whispers once more emanating from all the darkness within this place, a bit of a game his voice even seemed to have emanated from the shadow demon, Fides, playing a bit of a game , playing a bit of a game, playing a bit of a game "would you care to test the wares dear?" 

As she watched the Evincar form before her she gave a smile, a real one not some fake black shadow just to be cosmetic smile to pass the time or make her seem like she gave a shit about the comeings and goings of the world “well, look at us, such a fitting beautiful dress” she chuckled to herself as she watched him and his words on if it pleased her drifted into her ears. “Pleases us, yes, very much to see our growth, become so much, and later we wish to speek with The Evircar of why there are no Vissers why we are, only, and our Rank in our world” as her words were interrupted by there, guest she turned her head to look at it, picking up the blindfold to her flank and putting it back around her black face. It was unworthy to see anything but the fabric. “Demon, unfit to be in the house of us, why has it come” she said as her voice crip and cold came from her black body and whispered around the room, her red aura started to spark as the smell of vanilla and earthy chive started to get a bit stronger. She let out a breath sound and got up putting her book to her hip cord for safe keeping. Standing up form the chair she was siting at her empty face looked to the boy before her “This one looks like it fell out of a human carnival. Demon, are you lost? Do you need to be found?” she took a step forward her black body starting to change as the shadows moved around taking on the illusion of skin, black, ebony skin with not a flaw, no imperfections nothing to give her a blemish or a mark. She picked to look more demon to sooth the little thing before her as she did always find when you looked more like something it was more inapt to trust you. Her wings moved to fold to her back to show she was not a threat, yet. She moved along the floor looking at the little demon there as her head tilted the soft smooth skin of her almost human like face shimmered in the darkness and the glow of her own aura. “Are you lost little child of the darkness? Did you come for a warm embrace from us or a blade to the neck?”her head did not change from looking at the demon before her, but at the same time she was watching Fides behind her, darkness in sight with all around her, one did not need eyes to be able to see, but without them one could see clearer than ones with.

The strange man and his demonic partner seem annoyed at the arrogant Kinn insulting them however not wanting a fight they keep their cool but just in case anything goes wrong they have their weapons on them which consist of retracting dwarven blades able to withstand 120000 pounds of pressure, 6 poisoned throwing daggers strapped to his left arm able to induce vomiting, blurred vision, paranoia, and insanity, he also has two demonic blades that are capable of rapidly siphoning the energy of an opponent at close range but this requires contact with an opponent’s blood as the blades are powered by blood magic and require blood contact in order to work ( this method does not work on creatures that do not have blood and they are not really meant to kill but rather weaken an opponent and render them helpless). Smirking the strange pair decide to make an offer as they pull what seems to be a struggling man out of a shadow with strings attached like a marionette. “We know that your vissers need souls in order to man the soul forge and we are willing to supply. This charlatan wanted to cheat us and thought he could sneak off with our goods without paying us properly. So we took him as payment instead.” Both voices speak as one and then look to the Kinn before them. “One thing everyone understands is business and we would hope that you have good business sense. Regardless of how you feel about us we came here on business terms and wish to make a deal. We can make pretty much anything as long as we have access to a forge. Therefore the only question worth asking is do we have a deal or not?” The two speak in unison and both look directly at the Kinn addressing them while making their offer knowing that the Kinn would likely be interested in souls for the forge and they decide to use this as a bargaining chip. 

Fides stood behind Abbadon still contemplating what he was going to do about this being, there was a bit of fascination, but as of yet he had been left unimpressed, the manners of simply walking in and interrupting a conversation in the eyes of Fides put the man off to a bad start, but for now he would hear them out, to see what it was they had to offer. His head tilted to the side as he made mention of souls to mane the forge and his head drew back a bit, perhaps they knew something of them, but apparently the information had been perverted. They did not need souls to man the forge, souls were food to Kinn…mostly. The Evincars head tilted back to the right as the jester produced a soul from the darkness, which meant he had some control over shadows, and was capable of handling souls. The bit of ire that came from him as Abaddon regarded him in the way she had was pleasing, it was not apparently know to the man the more true nature of the beasts and Fides had hoped perhaps Abaddon would provoke him further, it had been some time since Fides had seen combat directly, there was a very large part of him that missed it. Fides had noticed the jester only produced a singular soul, and wondered if that was its limit, how many souls did it have, how many would it give, would the exchange be fair…questions, always so many questions. Sure he could just jump across the room and attempt to rip the mans head off, he had already offered insult twice, but manners were a thing lost on most, but it did little to stem his own ire. The saving grace of the jester as of this far was that he was something new, but with two strikes against it already Fides would only allow just so many trespasses in front of itself, he remained silent merely resting his left arm on abandons shoulder now leering at the jester as it began to barter with abandon, Fides was not likely to address the being, he considered it beneath him, at least for the time being. This demon plagued mortal had come here under a number of assumptions and it seemed that some of these were misinformed if Fides were able to sneer he likely would have, sure this jester offered some amusement, but the ice with most kinn was rather thin and the jester had already formed cracks in the sheet he were treading upon. He sat and watched wondering what would become of this strange man that simply walked into this place as if he belonged. 

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4 Re: A Diffrent Type of Darkness on Tue Sep 26 2017, 13:30

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He was rude, insulting, disgusting and now was only proving how worthless he was by dragging one simple soul to there feet to try to barter with them, like he had worth in the first place, like it all mattered. she moved a clawed hand as she ran her fingers along Fides that rested on her shoulder, her black skin shivered as if scales flipping around to make her seem like she waved, like a shiver went up a spine that did not exist. it was like she almost purred to his touch, her face turned and looked back to the insolent demon she towered over him at fifteen feet, but she would not stoop to his level and got down to eye level, or pick him up to bring him up to her own, he could stay down there on the floor "you come to the house of sinn to bargain with a life that is not your own, how under us all it all of you, how pittyful, you come to us to sell something that you did not own, you hold nothing better that we would want do you, you are a insignificant speck in the abyss here." she looked down as a smile came over a almost human looking face that red blindfold shimmering in the dark glow she gave off aswell as the glow of the Evincar's hair "what would a mother think of such filth, you are dirt walking into a house fit only for gold and you bring an offering of grime and dirt to our feet" Abbadon did not even have to move her body as the floor under that slaves feel opened up to swallow him, not harm him, yet, but eat him away to a lower level under to be consumed at a later date and simply be moved out of the equation. she did not do much, did not say much as that offering finished and was taken away from them, to be held. "so boy of dirt, what else do you have to offer that is yours to offer" 

Fortunato and his demon partner seem actually pretty angry now as they are reminded of the nobles that called Fortunato worthless and picked on him as a child. They speak in a more cold tone this time not even minding the kinn towering above them. “You consumed one soul a sample no more but we can collect till you have souls galore. You want what is mine and mine alone well our human side called the forge his home. Well the human can make anything for he was raised by a dwarf.” They then begin to introduce themselves. “We are the one that goes by two names the young Fortunato and his fair Demon shade. We offer technological marvels of this age but if you’re not interested business somewhere else may be arranged. But if you want craftsmanship finer than gold then consider it sold but the kinn are arrogant so we have been told and yet we are not afraid to approach you which is rather bold. “ They then look at the towering Kinn and begin to speak. “ You call us dirt but tell us where is treasure buried? Where is it hidden? Digging up dirt can lead to something shiny and golden. You may put up a fuss but how often do you see two as bold as us. We approach you without fear and that is rare indeed perhaps you should consider signing the deed?” The two then lift themselves up using shadow levitation. The pair can levitate using manipulation of shadows and darkness allowing them to move at various speeds and propel themselves into the air taking flight on wings of darkness. This allows them to match speeds with a much faster opponent by simply following their shadow and based on how fast their shadow is moving they can match an opponent no matter what speed they seem to be going at as long as there is a shadow present. “We lift ourselves up and we lift ourselves high so we can meet you eye to eye.” They then are staring the large Kinn directly in the face. 

And anger emanated from both the jester and the demon now, a sweet flowing wine to Fides, rage , ire, wrath…Fides much adored the vibrancy of that particular sin, it seemed more potent to him somehow, certainly easy to inspire in other in oh so many ways. A sort of dark chuckle would emanate from fides as the jester spoke, truly they had only an inkling of what they spoke, the posturing was interesting, but to Fides it was beginning to become vexing. The came here into his Citadel and dared to posture, surely this man was indeed a jester. HE slowly shook his head and remained silent as he continued to speak of his abilities with a forge, and marvels of technology. Whilst Fides would not interrupt just as of yet he thought perhaps it would be amusing to offer a show of force, or power, it would depend on the interpretation. As the man grew wings of shadow and began to lift himself into the air he would have certainly notices ass any trace of light faded here, the entirety of the space they were in faded into impossibly deep, unending, unadaultered darkness. The only light to be offered was that of the glow emanating from the Visser Abaddon and Evincar Fides. Here now there was almost perfect dark, this wan in a manner a trap, if he tried to escape through shadow walking or teleporting he would find the fabric of reality unyielding it would not open to his call, the will of countless souls were now keeping him here in this darkness and the image of the Evincar would fade from sight completely in short order as this place grew darker somehow, it was no so dark in fact the darkness began to consume light, absorbing and drawing it out from any and all sources. This was no longer mere darkness it was umbra, and it was pure. Is Shade neglected her master now for even a moment the corrosive effects of umbra. Which had the effect of naturally consuming organic matter in which it came into contact…which at this point was everywhere. He had come here to Fides Citadel and had gone far enough to invoke a sort of response, likely this wan not something he was expecting, the darkness despite being all around him now would not yield in the slightest to his will, and there was no longer enough light to cast any sort of conceivable shadow, and this darkness was beginning to consume his organic components, slowly at the time being, enough to cause a mild burn. As it stood now he was in the middle of "nothing" there was no longer any apparent directions, or walls, no boundaries and existence itself seemed to be making a feeble passive attempt to devour him enemas as it now refused to do his bidding. Were he to try he would find the will of the many truly outweighed the will of the few, the shadow bending and manipulation he employed was a far cry from that of even the weakest of kinn, the will of a singular mage, and perhaps a demon, vs the will of countless millions of masters whos skills would begin where his was at pinnacle. Other being simply were not able to match this level of will, certainly not in the midst of the Citadel here fides was oh so much more then the king of kinn, here he was a god in his own right by any definition of the word his dominion will and power would now be all to apparent, if the jester were perceptive enough he might have been able to feel the preverbal *you must have lost yo got damn mind* sort of aura in the air which was emanating from all of the impossible darkness he was now surrounded by. 


Abbadon let out a breath as she held herself in its composure, his words there very sound was dim and simple to her, did he think he was charming saying words in poetic rhymes like he was a fool from a juit box. She was growing tired already of his talkings his trying to be everything he was not but that moment he started to lift himself off the ground to be at there level was something she would never allow. Not only was no one allowed to ever be at her level but be at the level of the Evincar was going above and beyond one's rudeness. It was a blunt slap in the face to the Kinn and to their higher ranking, they were above demons and this little ignorant pissant was unknowing in how things worked around here. As soona s he started to lift himself up she instantly moved her hand to move two fingers and the shadows around him just stoped working from him, this was her home, her world, not his he did not get to set the tone or set the flow of matters here, not with her around not with any kinn around “songbirds sould not fly in the dark” her voice seemed to eep out of the walls and not from her, whispers in the dark by a kinns voice. But then everything went black, he sucked it all up, what light was alowed witch was there only out of curtisy for there guest was sucked away as if a light switch had gone out. She started to laugh but her body did not move the laugh came form the walls from the floor from the sky from everything, this massive empty hall it was all laughing. “What, did not like how we treat you, we can feel it, that anger brewing in you the wrath in your bones little demon boy. But will you act on it, act to save yourself from the darkness, witch is cute you think that you are on our level. A low life disgusting demon present, on the level of a kinn on the level of a god. The best you have is to beg now, beg or” she moved and held out a hand as a simple hand came from the ground a open palm “give yourself to darkness boy, why wait, why talk in silly songs and games when you can just talk to us. Take the hand or slash at the hand the choice is yours little song bird” her words as the same as before did not come from her lips, did not come from her body it came from the walls the floor the darkness that now sunk so deep into everything, the darkness that was so dark nothing would be able to be seen by things that were not eyes all seeing. She could see, she could see everything, everything, at every time, in every result. 

Surprisingly the jester and the shadow demon seem only mildly annoyed by this predicament. “So we either take the hand or you leave us here until we get bored to death is that it? I mean we would not really die down here and normally a shadow demon would be comfortable in darkness but with no light to really cast a shadow we would be stuck here for a while. It is kind of ironic when ya think about it that the absence of light would leave a demon stuck.” The two seem to be fully aware of their predicament yet seem completely apathetic and indifferent towards it. “This place is boring anyway so frankly yes we will talk then and after that we will leave yes?” They step into the palm since it is their best way out at the moment without a second thought but keep their weapons handy in case the palm decides to close and crush them or something like that having seen enough they want to go. They appear annoyed and there is a bit of resentment in their eyes though they do appreciate the help and decide to calm down for the time being. They do not have many bargaining chips left and as for now they were caught off guard when the lights went out. They have nothing much going for them and are past the point of caring due to the tragedys they have suffered at the hands of others. “ Look we gave up trying to escape a long time ago it is like hardly anything phases us anymore we have seen countless realms through the shadows and countless timelines all leading to the same conclusions. People never change and we know we can never go back and change things for them so everything is pointless and we are just trying to make a living with what we have.” The two beings hint that they have been in similar situations before and have seen more than any individual should have to see to the point where not even the idea of being trapped in eternal darkness phases them at all.

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5 Re: A Diffrent Type of Darkness on Tue Sep 26 2017, 13:31

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Three Days Later

The Empire of the Forsaken Rose –A rather large village sits outside of an open air throne room. The land around the village and castle is mostly forest and a small range of mountains. The land itself feels dark, corrupted and owned (VTM- Gangrel Elder-Tainted Oasis) by a master vampire of considerable age. RAVEN – A Master Vampiere of the Gangrel bloodline, trained by the Assamites (assassin line) in their many techniques and leader of the mercenary group BlackRose Inc. Empress of the Empire of the Forsaken Rose. The mountains feel even darker, and more ominous, the creature that claims this range is a demi goddess born of the Gods Kalima and Shiva, and weilds both light and dark divine magics. Bound to a mortal body, she was trained as a Shaman and holds over 200 demonic contracts giving her abilities in her mortal form that she could not access otherwise. (Kali) The Vampire Empress and her partner Kali are bound together by the spell of an ancient crone, and share in one anothers abilities and magics. The Empire itself is protected by a barrier of Chaos set in place by their shared lover and drains the power of any creature deemed hostile to the Empire or its inhabitants. -continuing- 

This barrier allows Raven to call a storm of acid rain and destructive lightning, horrendous tornado like winds and damaging hail. Other enchantments that protect the Emipire include a ward that floats above all the lands and blocks out the damaging rays of the sun, allowing the demonic and vampiric citizens of the EMpire to walk in the daylight without harm. To the front of the village, near the first set of gates sat a FROZEN (im looking at you Sinn) Lake, but the corruption of the being sealed beneath had already seeped into the land, into the gates, causing the ground and lands around the lake to begin to wither and die. As a result this area had been condoned to be off limits to all citizens, and the 'front' gates had moved back a section, leaving the front all but abandoned. == EMPIRE NOW == Kali and Raven walked slowly towards the front gates of the kingdom, discussing the situation the the creature that they had sealed there less than a week ago. The sun was slowly setting, and twilight of the evening was upon them. These between times were the most powerful for Kali, as she could draw from both the fading light and coming darkness. Every day since the sealing, the two women had moved to the frozen lake and set new seals, new bindings to keep him in place. Unfortunately, two nights ago they could not, both women having given birth to their children on the same day., and so the seal had weakened, only slightly, but tonight they went out to reseal and work doubly hard to keep the man where he was. --continuing-- 

Kali had been in her mountain retreat, resting and researching from her bed, looking for a way to possibly weaken the creature in the lake even more. She had come upon a new spell, and committed it to memory, had gathered all the ingredients and created the incantation. She explained all this to Raven as they came upon the lake and paused, "it'll take me ten minutes to cast Raven . .your going to have to keep an eye on things, .. I cant be interupted" she explained. "ive got this" Raven said, and shivered, feeling a chill on the air tonight. She hated this place, hated this thing in her land. She took a moment and her eyes turned black, and she called to the shadows, wrapping them around her and forming up her armaments and weapons. A long black sword, forged by her beloved at her hip, daggers on thighs and calves, and special hidden weapon on the lashes of her eyes. She trusted no one. (VTM- Gangrel Elder- Obfuscate - basic shadow manipulation ) She nodded to her counterpart who tapped into their shared abilities, armoring and weaponizing herself with twin .44 colt anaconda specials, a long white sword and matching daggers. The runes down the left side of Kali's body would flare to life as she prepared her magics and contracts. They would take up their positions at the lake, and Kali would begin the incantation for the Slow Consumption spell she had prepared (D&D - Book of Vile Darkness - Slow Consumption) The spell would take her ten minutes to call out and only affect the one trapped in the frozen lake. If it worked, it would be permanent damage, allowing her to absorb his very life force and physical form, allowing her to take on his form for herself. And only if he remained helpless for the duration of the spell. Another benefit is that she would heal twice as fast as before, but only for 24 hours after the spell was complete, basically stealing Sinn's ability to heal himself for those 24 hours. If successful, Kali would be able to continue stealing his life force, so long as she could physically touch him physically each and every day, but if she fails to do so the contining effect would end. And so . . the spell begins as Raven stands watch. . --finished-- 

“Dum de dum, dum de dummm” she hummed a tune to herself as endless pools of black fog piled around her body sinking into the ground (the dancing bears song from anastasia for mood music) moving black fingers along the black of her fine dotted tome she walked from a shadow. Empty orbs of nothingness covered with her signature black blindfold looked up to the sky, there was no absorbing light into her being, it was a dark land “we picked a land that seeks not light, fitting choice of we” Abbadon Visser from a far placed at near side to Fides the Evircar her black wings spened to the sides as she walked as if without any real purpose just going where she felt she needed to be. Umbral darkness seeped into the ground with each step, small black veins seeping into the earth then fading away as she lifted a fine black fog covered blackfoot. Something hanged on her finger a small paw as if from something as she twisted it around on a chain spinning it here and there around and around. The sound of a breath drifted from stail lips as she walked to see the side of something cold. The ground was cold, she could feel it in her being, as if seeing it there before her as she spun that little chained paw around and around. “We that is Evincar is in the ground here, we have tainted the land, why have we done such a thing to this place, what has this place of underlings, worthless, tained blood, why is we the Evincar in the ground and the ground alone, not upon the ground or upon the sky” she could not help but let out a laugh, the giggle like creepy whale did not come from her mouth, for it never moved, it came from her coar, words echoing from shadows and bouncing from the walls around them. But then there was a feeling, something was egging itself into the ground to suck out the darkness in the ground. She smiled inside of herself nothing on her outside changing as she stood there, doing nothing and just letting the black from her feet seep into the ground. “Why has we not moved, not come forth from the ground, tisk tisk got ourselves stuck has we” she could not help but mock and coy as she moved her wings the edges dragging upon the ground more black from them seeping into the dirt to join the essence of the Evincar. But she did not seem to care much on the outside for him, funny thing kinn were, but she moved that small paw on the chain around and around “so Evincar, what do we get if we help, deal for we shall ourselves give, may Caliga see us in this state” she gave a chuckle as she stood at the flank of the frozen waters edge, standing there, feeding the ground, feeding the ground her all consuming darkness. Eyes looking up slightly an empty face upon her figure “so who be thee that stand in the beautiful glow of darkness and not respect the ones that it birthed” in her words held no feeling, empty, as she was, no malice no hate, just empty, for now. 

‘The Oasis, or the Endless Sea…’ Those words echoed through her mind like lost chants spoken by the voice of a departed Creator, the Architect which carved her form out with meticulous precision. She couldn’t tell how long her slumber lasted; something told her it was well off into the next day when she awoke, the woman of many names and many more aliases. Though she rarely slept, there were moments not so often when humanity overturned the Monster within, moments in which she held onto the last string of sanity and dove into slumber – the closest thing to a Death which never came, a demise she so longed for. She drowned within it, that Endless Sea of her mind – ever so walking down the Long Road with no destination in sight. The Awakening followed suite – when she opened her eyes, those pools of pupil-less blue, the woman stood up from her makeshift bed as her reflection now gazed back at her through the mirror. Pale skin of alabaster heavily complimented the locks of silver which ran down her shoulders in a seemingly endless cascade, long digits brushing through them as the reflection did the same. Like a Plague, it came; the Corruption. It seeped from her newly formed core, emanated from every pore of artificial flesh – it purified it in Darkness, like roaring tides crashing along her skin, black liquid covering her head to toe until she regained her second skin of obsidian black. The sight of her mocked the sun in devious irony – the reborn woman, carved from Darkness itself, given a new purpose, a higher power to pray to – and oh, did she pray. Every night, bathing in the moonlight, engulfed by shadows; she prayed to a new Creator. It was time for Sophia to return to the place she now called ‘Home’. How long has it been for her to have one? Shadows spun around her – greedy lovers reached out their tendrils to cast her form into intangible grasp, one with the darkness itself – greedy were they, to hold onto the woman ever so tightly upon connecting physical form through new realms. Unknown was it to her, the place in which she landed. Unknown was this part of the world, for the blackskinned woman as the gazed upon a frozen lake, upon two figures standing by it. A few feet away, she could feel something tugging at the serpent-like tendrils which coiled around her feet, a barrier which tried in vain to contain her powers. She chuckled, and thought little of it, and more over the energy which came from the lake – Two, for that matter – both familiar, as one could almost be heard howling. An eyebrow furled upwards upon dark features as the woman sat onto the grass and pulled out a deck of cards. Extracting one, only to come into view, the image of a man walking so close to the edge of a cliff, careless of its consequences. The Fool. Another chuckle, as she could only ponder to whom it was directed. Perhaps to the two women. Or perhaps, to the presence now trapped within that frozen lake. Another card plucked up – The Hanged Man – how obvious it was to her, how oblivious the two women were of the dangers which would soon follow. Upon noticing the new presence. Sophia gained courage to approach the frozen surface – her steps, light, yet heavy enough to shake. “Hm.” She sighed out, her voice a tainted coo over to the two women, over to the tallest presence of red and black. “Anybody got a hammer?”

“Who are you?” Darkness; The ever flowing waves pulsated as they began to permeate the question delivering thought from one soul to another. “We are the many, the whole, and the none,” a whisper like voice carried around from its total amassed form. Like a cloud of smoke; yet blacker, and darker than the walls of the abyss at night. Formless it was yet collective under the same goal to administer itself across perception, to bring forth itself into a tangible form. The voice in which brought forth the questioning came yet again “What is your nature,” The cloud began to tighten itself around a central point pulling with it much visible viscosity; shapes and living forms seem to manifest in the intangible domain of the Umbra. Scarabs, locusts, and frogs swam and mass through the extent of the Umbra as it begins to separate itself “Our nature is the truth, to expand enlightenment throughout all;” The umbra begins to thin, or rather the viscosity began taking more and more forms; beetles, flies, rats; they all scurried and swarmed collecting at a central point. They began to feast upon one another, eating, consuming and absorbing their weaker manifestations taking upon one another features of the conquered. Still, the voice challenged the Umbra further, “From whence did you come,” The umbra expands at this point covering the distance between the insects and small rodents which were priorly manifested as embodiments of an umbral construct. Melted they were back into the ever flowing constraints of its unmeasurable form. 

The great devouring of Umbra consumed first shadows then worlds and realities alike. “I come from all times, from all fallings, from all graces, and from all callings. Before man was constructed I came before life dominated; I was.” The separations begin to increase further the greater mass of umbra began to pull away from a lesser division of it. The pestilence returns as the umbra begin to thin out more had long since bred, or rather appeared through the veil of umbra. It almost removed itself completely from the attachment of the larger source. “What makes you different, Gives you freedom to speak?” The question caused, even more, turmoil within the projection of umbra. Tendrils began to form pulling at other various locations, the swarmed pestilence began to in a very sloth like manner move toward the center of the smaller source of Umbra those at the outer edge began to unravel and fade as they thinned their umbral composition then drifted back into the collective form. “I have a name, I have a will, and I have the power to enact it,” Strange forces began to display across the umbra. “Sic narro nos totus” The greater voice called as the separation was complete.”Go forth with your sisters and spread the truth for Your brother has already cast sermon over there people.” 

The umbra remained unforming until the final line of command was given. The Great Umbral collective itself spoke the language of the separated Umbra, one it knew from a time before it became one with the all father Caliga; “Asuya meyk-Kaliga. Ayu-Sutekh-ba**”[ Loose translation: Yo’h fucker I am Caliga Get you ass outta her Set] The smaller collection of Umbra was then launched at the massive mirror in the center of the domain. Its reflection caught an image of a form within the umbra and cast the reflection with the others. The first thing of his will to come to form was his vantablack arms reaching out beckoning the surrounding expanse of land before him. Into his outstretched hand, a scepter pulls itself into being, not, however, clade with the umbra as his the majority of his form had claimed. Its structure was apparently cast from an obsidian faience inlay with silver and gold, over a carved bone structure. The head of which depicted a stylized animal head. Both of his hands extended as tendrils grasp upon it as a leg stepped forth from the surrounding umbra. It was met with its other and only then did his torso follow. His other hand held true within its grasp an Ankh made of a highly reflective amalgam of Gold, and Silver; so reflective it was more or less a mirror. Vantablack and without depth his corporeal manifestation walked slowly with the stride of royalty. 

Three eyes pierced his depthless face, silver; void; ruby. His head had an odd shape to it and if the depth was not obscured through the shade of umbra he was it would depict a beast resembling no known creature, although it could be seen as a composite of an aardvark, a donkey, a jackal or a fennec fox. The animal has a curved snout, long rectangular ears, a thin forked tail and canine body, with sprouted fur tufts in an inverted arrow shape. The sun cast upon him caused him little discomfort he pulled his Umbra within himself giving a more solid appearance for his form before noting a collection of his fellow Kinn, Among them, were two others, He knew not their purpose but as he came closer to the lake he felt the pull of the Evincar. He now set out among them staring into the frozen lake in front of him as he passed by Sophia he watched Abbadon, “Is it time, or have I missed the sermon?” The Ankh within his hand begins to pulsate as his Umbra extends through it. “Are my talents required?” He stared through the nonreflective qualities of the lake at Fides that dwelled deep within. He began to extend his Was-Scepter toward the lake before stopping just short of touching it. “Anaki Amun-Set-Sutekh Su-Kaliga- anaki**” [Loose translation: I am Amun Set Sutekh Tool/warrior* of Caliga] 

*Sinner 
** invented Egyptian language

Were it not for the seal all here likely would have heard fides bemused chuckle as dark children and Kinn began to set upon the place in curiosity. The Evincar knew the moment it had accepted the bribe that something to this effect would happen, though it had though it would likely take longer. It was instead a bit surprised with how rapid they came seeking him out. He was almost “touched” if kinn could have truly felt such he may have. It did after all seem as though they were rushing to his aid, though it was not a thing truly needed at this point. Though in truth this had been the Evincars intent, to bring others. Had it not been for that angel…Fides may have been more inclined to have provided more exits for the woman, but as it stood currently the situation was nothing less than precarious. There was far too much peace between these forces of light and darkness…and the true darkness which Fides stood for would be displeased if its voice sat here in silence. It was on that thought that fides felt just above it the usage of shadows to make for armour and weapons, such a thing was truly comical..But there was a point to it, it would generally offer great aid, but to the kin it would likely be as foil. Each of the millions of souls in the beings were master shadow mages to say the least…the will of such numbers against so few the outcome was no mystery, though perhaps the reason would remain as such. Through the oddity of the intimate connection of kinn and darkness those women could likely be able to feel their employed shadows seem…strangely jovial somehow as if laughing….despite being generally inanimate objects. 

As the invocation began it would almost howl with laughter, she had just willing connected herself to the Visser via invocation that would accomplish nothing the Visser would not offer willingly with a smile to its voice. Her connection during the leaching of the Evincars “life force” and physical form. Had she known the true effect of such she may well have chosen some other invocation. She could hear Fides howling in laughter as it began to give these things forcefully, wondering if she might “pop” Fides had countless souls at its disposal, all of which were incredibly profane…and rather powerful, potent ancient souls…possibly able to contend with her own essence for control over the body in time were she not to cancel her invocation. In any case the profanity, the darkness of the Evincar would almost certainly begin to seep into the woman at an alarming rate filling her mind with thoughts of every sin comprehendible, each indulgence rewarded with further elating perversions, growing steadily…darker, and darker. It would become a growing want until it became a full blow need if she did not let go in time. In the darkness of her mind amidst this carnival of sin she could hear the hushes chorus of millions that was the voice of Fides, in clear mockery, freely offering its flesh to the woman “this is our blood” inferring the dark souls which were flowing at an alarming rate threatening to consumer her from the inside. “This is our flesh” as in the imaginings its arm offered forward what was a piece of the darkness which composed its form. Torn directly from the ribcage, just snapped it off…willingly handing it to the woman. It had no true dominion over Fides, it was never alive, it had no true flesh, but it knew the intent, and found it incredibly humorous to offer it to the woman, surely it had no contestation with such wants. After all…it wanted much the same thing… 
First to fall victim to wonder was a Visser, another comparatively large being, with a commanding grip over darkness as well. And she to would be chuckling, though it was not the howling laughter of the Evnicar, it would echo much the same, compounding the insult perhaps. Her words were to the Visser alone. He would not be able to respond to them he had legitimately accepted this seal, and maintained it in good faith ironically. Though Fides heard every word uttered by Abbadon he would not respond. Her chuckle came as mockery for him being sealed. The irony being he allowed himself to be sealed, because he knew it would bring more. The woman seemed unaware of what they were, she was likely becoming acutely aware now as more and more of the beings began to show. Even the mere appearance of this first of the kinn began to feed the presence and power of the Evincar, by simply being near it, darkness seeping into the ice as she tried to barter ignorant the Evincars machinations. 

Timing being what it was provided yet another irony. It would seem the seer had come to seek out Fides once more and report back of her findings…it would be an odd reunion as she came to the realization of the situation. Of course her reaction would be to consult the cards…it was possible nothing would interfere with that, it seemed to have gone over well…an irony being sitting on top of a lake which at the moment concealed a considerable amount of darkness. though it was a darkness that echoed laughter along with that howling which called out to the teller in particular, she would likely be the only one to hear it. but in doing so she would gleam a better understanding , though likely be just as baffled as the others as they came to be here. Each one clearly capable shadow manipulators. Darkness always willing and eager to heed the call of these ones. 

Fides was quite please with the Coming of Set, his manifestation was also all that it should infer, this force of will, the dark beast that was set, here willing to combat on the behalf of the Evincar as well, though it was only natural, it was more that it was odd to see such a being appear of its own accord rather than to be summoned….then again, perhaps it had been. His form and dominion proper and fitting, to the point and self sure. Fides mused over a sermon…as it was in a fashion preaching…it wondered if the woman would hear, would she realize what was happening, or what it was that had come to pass. Seldom if ever do kinn gather, and her sealing the Likes of the Evincar into the lake…now she knew intimately why it had accepted the offer so willingly.

Pain ---- Desire – Lust – Violence ---Darkness 

Kali’s mind roiled with her sins as she connected to the Visser through a completely willing dark ritual and incantation. She knew immediately that the spell would have no effect on him other than to open the channel to her mind. A channel that instantly flooded with the desire for sin as his power flooded over her, into her, through her. She felt violated as his darkness was willingly pulled into her body as the spell all but backfired. 

Pain 

Images of her past, running rampant through towns and villages, causing pain and destruction. Usually fighting against the darkness in whatever realm she happened to be in. Many realms and dimensions, so ripe with the possibility to cause pain to the darkness. Her dual nature perverting her Light to cause pain, simply because she enjoyed doing so. But also images of her tied down, tortured, enduring pain as it was inflicted upon her in many different scenarios, all of which fed her inner darkness, her core, driving her to seek out more demonic contracts than contracts with the Light . . . 

Desire --- Lust – Pain -- Violence 

The sins that intertwined within her, desire for love and lust for sex and pain twisted together in a thriving mess of confusing domination and submission. Dark images of violent demining sexual acts that left her begging for more. Craving demining, disgusting acts of carnal pleasure that left her body writhing in erotic ecstasy that had no end and no beginning. 

Darkness 

Kali’s mind roiled with the darkness within her own nature. It was once said that the Brightest Light hid the Deepest Darkness, and within her this was almost true, almost not. Her dual nature as a being of the Light and the Dark left her in constant chaos .. and Light cannot thrive without order. Her past, her experiences with many races all of them ending in betrayal, hate, bigotry and fear. Her Darkness was far stronger than her Light, her Light hid in the depths of her darkness like a malnourished child hiding from the bullying adult. Her sins brought to the forefront of her mind as the Visser’s darkness invaded her, filled the part of her she tried to deny, tried to kept caged and hidden. His darkness filled her soul, corrupting her, trying to drown out the vary last bit of her Light. 

Only the memory of her newborn daughter caused her to cry out, to seek help down the spiral path of her soul that connected her to Raven. 

Raven looked up as Kali cried out, the mage calling for help through their shared soul bond was unusual and rare. Something was very very wrong, Raven could feel it as she opened her mind to her counterpart, her soulmate. The two were so intricately and magically bound together that it was difficult if not impossible to tell where one soul started and the other ended. But her mind opened in order to help Kali . .and it was a mistake. 
Fides power would roll through Kali and into her as well, her own dark nature as a vampire had only recently been reawakened after the birth of her own two children. A darkness that was not under complete control . . a darkness and evil so great that bindings, physical and magical were needed to hold it in place until she could find that control again. 

Earrings . . two black crosses in each ear, blessed by the Pope himself in a ceremony that didn’t exist. Used to help the Order of the White Hand combat the unholy supernatural forces. One large cross jabbed through each ear, another small cross on a chain hung from each lobe. These were used to combat her vampiric aura, to suppress her power and make it so that her aura didn’t simply kill the mortals that walked her lands. Excruciating pain emanated from these Holy objects thrust through her flesh, but she endured it to be near her people, near her mates and children. 

The demonic crown worn across her brow did the same thing for her demonic half. A child of Lilith before being Turned into a Vampire, Raven had access to demonic legions, powers, and an ultimate form. But because of her strong Christian faith, ingrained in her for the years of her youth as a ward of the Vatican, raised to be a Crusader, a member of the White Hand . .she denied this part of her. The crown another artifact used to suppress and bind her demon half and powers. 

The enchanted snake bites in her lower lip that were supposed to suppress her need, urge to feed and gorge herself on blood. That kept her second set of monstrous fangs from emerging when she did feed. Bridge piercings enchanted to keep her from smelling the blood of mortals, a thing that in itself could drive her to vampiric frenzy. 

That control slipped like a Grecian toga cut at the shoulder, falling away from her grasp as the Visser’s darkness rolled into her mind without warning. It was all she could do not to lose to her ferocity, her feral vampire nature right then and there. Sin, sin rolled through her though hers were anger, violence, destruction and vengeance. Raven in her deepest insanity and depravity of sorrows had delved so deeply into her own personal Darkness that she had hunted down and killed her entire coven, all but her own Master. Had hunted and diablerized hundreds of vampires in order to gain the power and abilities to defeat her Master and had still failed. Her rage fed her insanity, fed her depravity until she had become a shivering mass of hunger and destruction the likes of which Earth had never seen. It had been then, then that she had been gathered up by Kali and brought to a new realm where the sins of earth couldn’t find her . . or so they had thought. (this is when my characters were moved to IMVU from aol and tabletop play) 

Darkness and hatred rushed through Raven like an f5 tornado, ripping her self control to shreds. It took her a moment, she had to latch on to Kali’s memory of children. Her children, their children, hope, and light. Desire for a future of peace. 

Kali’s mind followed the link, the thoughts the desire to keep her child safe, the lust she felt for Chaos, their shared mate. The violence she would commit to protect it all . . . Kali forced her mind away from the Darkness as Raven called on her bloodline abilities, attempting to protect their minds from any more of Fides’ influence. Dark vampiric Power rolled over the Mage and the Vampire protecting them from any further mind altering attacks while shedding the derangements already in effect. (VTM-Gangrel Elder-Fortitude-lvl7-Resiliant minds combined with Fortitude-lvl7-shared strength) Her power rolled through her first, then over Kali as she shared the blood abilitiy with her partner. It took several moments for it to work, but the two would eventually pull from their darkness’s and come to only to find that there was another . . being standing before them. 

The disruption of her mind caused Kali to lose control of her spell on Fides, the direct link and connection to him breaking as she looked up to see another creature join them at the lake. It startled her out of her mind even further, giving her another grasp on reality that had been almost lost. The thoughts of her daughter were placed to the back of her mind as she turned eyes the color of starfire on the new . . woman . creature . that had appeared. (Anaya) Kali blinked several times in rapid succession and sighed, she had had a feeling something like this might happen after Fides had agreed to be sealed in the lake, but her own arrogance had made her dismiss the thought. Having thought they’d ‘won’. Woe be to thee who is arrogant. The thought flitted through her mind in frustration as she watched more black tendrils seep into the land. 

“Raven . . you should probably do something about that” she said to her Vampiress. 

“Never a dull moment around here I see” Raven commented as she too laid eyes upon the new arrival. She brushed long onyx strands out of her eyes. Orbs of midnight black with irises the color of fresh blood. Her eyes reflecting her mood as she tapped into some of her higher abilities, just in case. She took a slow calming breath, despite the distinct lack of need for air, it was still required for speech, and stepped forward towards the beautiful creature now trying to pollute her land. Her oasis of peace. The place she had fought centuries to find and found and have. It was hers, not theirs, not Kali’s or Chaos’. HERS. Possessive ferocity thrummed through her, igniting her anger that another one of these dark creatures had arrived. 
Raven approached the woman who seemed to be leaking darkness into her lands cautiously. One of these beings was bad enough, but she could feel the darkness calling out to others. It sent a shiver down her spine as she stopped in front of Anaya. Only to have the woman question her identity. 

Anaya- “So who be thee that stand in the beautiful glow of darkness and not respect the ones that it birthed?” 

“I am Raven, Empress of the lands in which you find yourself.” She replied to Anaya’s question. “And I am going to ask you nicely to please stop seeping your darkness into my Lands” 

Raven had learned her lesson the first time, Fides had not gotten violent or threatened her in anyway. Although as they say, hindsight is 20/20, she had let her anger get the better of her the first time, escalating a situation she couldn’t have handled. Now . . though angry and frightened for her people, she kept her calm. She sent word through her mental links with the head of her guard then, to evacuate the town. The alarm bells began to ring and all the vampires and demon citizens would be seen moving towards evacuation routes. The last thing she was going to do was allow them to be sacrificed to the darkness, not after witnessing the price for Kali and her to seal Fides in the lake. 

And then . . there were many . . .. 

Within moments of the first woman arriving, a second . . and a third, the final one another male. Raven stepped back from the growing group of darkness incarnate and almost wanted to reach for Kali. The two stood together in the face of the greatest gathering of evil that either of them had ever seen and shuddered. 
Kali would speak out now to the group of them, all hanging out at the edge of the frozen lake. She stepped forward, the demonic runes on the left side of her body writhing, almost in agony. She didn’t get within reach, nor close enough to be touched by any of their tendrils. 

“Why have you come to our lands? What is it that you seek from us? You were not invited here, yet that one” she said and pointed at the lake. “Agreed to be sealed in the land with a sacrifice of souls” yeah . .again a late realization that she had probably and more than likely screwed up. She pushed long silver strands of hair out of her face as she waited, hoped for a reply that wouldn’t screw the Empire of the Forsaken Rose for a very long time. Raven stood just a few feet behind Kali now, and pulled on her vampire blood well, preparing for the worst while Kali spoke to the beings that she was closer akin to …..

Abaddon’s empty faced edged down to glance at the sinner that had shown its self, she hated sinners so violent and they never thought there actions out, impulsive Kinn they were she never say them as anything but lesser beings no matter who they were, this one did not even talk right how pitiful, it talked more human then Kinn, it must have been young newly made to become Kinn, still worthless till shown in her presence. Her empty covered face looked back up as she stood there towering over the sinner as a Visser she had stature over him and even with her wings folded down she was a massive fifteen foot tall titan of the female form. She did not say a word to him as she stood waiting for the rest of the actions to come forth, would the beings here keep there feeble attempts at combat or disabling then would it all keep going, regardless she already had just cause to send the sinner in for castle take down and then she would walk forth to pick up the lost souls left behind in the rubble and dust cloud of what the sinner would leave in its wake, that was what sinners did after all they were the muscle and the force if it needed to be there and it was good she had a second and even this other one she did not know as of yet, it was within the thoughts of the other Kinn, this other girl and her pet whatever it was Abbadon did not pay much mind to smaller things. But if anything this female would be fodder for the opponents to deal with yet another thing if they did not curb to the coming Visser's demands. 

Abbadon standing there in silence waiting was something in its self to look upon, she made her figure as imposing yet beautifully crafted as she could, she was everything someone would want in a body, in a appearance, but with empty black skin and no distinguishing features. She could make herself have a skin look using her ability's to be more pleasing to the eye but here she did not need to undertake such a drastic change she was not beding some fool drunken in love and wanting to sell his very soul away for a night of sin, She was not leaning on a wall in a tavern or bar waiting for someones eye to catch the gaze of the flawless beautiful woman with the blindfold and lips as soft as red velvet, She was not standing in a door way looking sweet and charming to have someone allow her into there home so she could use there Sinn to corrupt there family and have them on there knees before dawns break. She was not here for that, she was not here for sins, she was here due to the Evincar getting its self into shit and needing to be pulled out of it, he would owe her for this, and she was not going to forget it. It would owe her large for this and she had not gotten to talk to him yet due to foolish interruptions by lesser impatient beings getting in the way. But now this would be useful in there coming talk, yes very useful. She moved her black fingers black hair being pushed from her absent face and bright red blindfold. A light red fog billowed around her feet but vanished to nothing at her waist line, flawless plump shaped hips dripped in a red silken gown black runs of velvet down the side Abbandon dressed more medieval ruler then normal being she just enjoyed the fabrics and reds and the power stature of how it made her look and feel, well what she was able to feel. She let out the sound of a breath as her hair did not move from hanging over her lips, there was no breeze it was like the world stopped for a moment, did it, it sure could be felt that way as she looked out and over this place. Her wings behind her moving slightly feathers running together making a light rushing sound as the feathers ran against one another. But with them relaxing once more they stayed to her back folded and out of the way. 

Then the woman was there right before her, she could feel everything that this woman held the sins of her past her feelings now how she wanted her home safe so badly how everything this being wanted was not her own but for the ones around her. But there was sin there and a good amount of it, but then again every singular being held sin within it and beings of darkness like the vampires had so much more. Abbadon's voice whispered to set and the other known as Sophia but it was only to them, within them and within the darkness of the Kinns hive mind “the vampire is weak she can be reasoned with, dispatch the Evincar from his cage by any needed means, I shall deal with the one before us.” Abbadon gave no expression she gave no tell tail sign to show she was talking within them, but then her face turned to look at the female before her “ we came to take back what is ours and see why this place has drawn our Evincar's curiosity, we see now why, you, so broken with feelings, loss of tendered ones due to choices of your own, but you can be found if you so wish it. “ Abbadon towered over them at 15 feet tall wings at her back but she knew that was an intimidating stature and she had now with feeling within the darkness this womans sin her own interest had been peeked. She moved and still towering shrunk down just a little to seven feet, enough to still keep her point and stature but a bit smaller to get what she wanted, witch was now this woman. “ we are Abbadon the Wings of Caliga god of all darkness, the was and is and all things, and we have come to find you, a simple yet complex being, someone of reason, someone that brought that witch is we here for a reason.” Abbadon held out a clawed hand her sweet small of vanilla almost gut turning at being this close to her. Upon her hand dangled a small foot like charm, it looked like a rabbits foot but black and more shrived it was very old and dried looking. “ we can not stop the darkness as it is that is we, but you can adapt with it, become a part of it, embrace Caligas beauty and come within the wing, there is little price to pay for something so vast and beyond understanding. You can find beauty, embrace sin and find more pleasure then one can imagine, and the pain you hold will fade away forever, there is no shame within Caliga, A endless expanse of beauty of complex yet simple wishes” she moved closer the feeling around her almost making the air shiver like air over a hot element. “ you had so much pain once, so much loss, won’t you give anything to get them back” she held out that paw “ one wish, anything, don’t you want your what you lost back” she did not even need to see into the woman's mind from the link the Evincar made she knew what the loss felt like,what loss looked like, she had targeted woman in the older days that had lost sons and daughters in the war to bring to peace within Caliga Abbadon knew the look of loss very well, loss of a family member, loss of friends, loss of children, But it was up to the woman now would she pay the small price and get anything she lost returned to her, or would she just want them to leave witch would only insult them. 

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‘It’s coming for me.’ Her own voice pierced the silence of her mind. Long lost in the conversation, her thoughts wondered elsewhere, far within her own core. In silence, she examined her own hand, the obsidian black of her skin fascinating Sophia; entranced by it, and by the new strength she felt inside. ‘I wonder what would happen if I let it have me.’ She had grown familiar to it, yet in constant turmoil. Demons, which played well with her own – Monsters of the darkest corners, the In-Between. 

Then, she heard it. Like a whisper through her dreams, she heard that choir of voices again, the feminine tangent who stood much taller than her now addressed Sophia, familiar with her energy, her essence. Her apparel denoted the contradiction from Sophia – woman was covered in red, robes which concealed the obsidian beauty, Sophia wore it proudly on display, despite the rather horrific appearance: She was tall, and thin; a Skeleton of a woman who looked more on the verge of Death, than Life. With material imprints which barely masked her skin, the white hair and pupil-less blue pools which rarely ever blinked, her physique was ghastly – an anomaly of anything natural. An aside, from what was considered Humane. It gave an order which she faltered not to carry. With that, webbed-like digits would unlock the silver case in which laid her deck of Tarot Majik. Two of the Cards for today’s events were already revealed to her, the Blind Reader of Fortunes, creature of which secrets laid within the diagonal lines carved upon the paperthin objects, now beginning to rotate in midair. From her extended palm, the deck began to thin out one by one, each card placing itself in an odd formation, spiraling like serpentine snakes followed by slim black tendrils; it looked as though her Deck was endless, the multitude of Cards eventually forming what looked to be a whirlwind, moving at a hypnotically fast pace – there were voices echoing from its middle, whispers and screams molding together to create sounds which made little sense. She quirked a brow to it, her own creation being slightly ‘new’ due to her new acquainted ‘Gift’. “Sweet. New tricks.” She cooed under her breath, visibly amused. 

There was a snap. And then, a crack. Her body contorted in a grotesque sight, the sounds of joints twisting, bones breaking. It filled the air, along with the feeling of dread, and unease. The air smelled like withered lilac, and graveyard dirt – a similarity, from a former Creator – as the scent mixed with her domineering aura created a feeling of drowning . Deeper and deeper, into the Endless Sea. Suffocating as it was. Cold. She grinned, to the point where the edges of her mouth would’ve bled with how far they stretched. It was crooked, and filled with mania. A strange sound escaped her lips, the satin black petals pursing together. Sophia whistled, and the tune was strangely beautiful – a chant, a calling of the Shadows, to the Shadows. Through unknown bounds, the call was carried, a tantalizing pull upon all dark forces seeking in jest until it would’ve reached the targeted energy. The Hound would’ve heard it, wherever it was – and in return would it offer a response unheard by all with the exception of Fides. ‘What do you need, Maestro?’ – it echoed, the voice of the Teller, beyond the Seal, underneath the frozen surface. It cooed at him, the nickname used symbolizing her respect for him; he was the Maestro to the Orchestra within her thoughts. The choir of endless insanity. 

The most disturbing part of it wall was not the snapping of bones, the cold, thick air, or the malicious grin. It was speed – the speed of which her makeshift tornado seemed to move from her side, floating over to the middle of that frozen lake. It’s rotating speed created a whirlwind through the air and by now it looked as though the woman was determined to drill a hole to it instead of finding a more less destructive way to get her Mentor out. 

Sophia stood in front of them all. Pride emanated from her every pore, Greed raged within. “Baa, Baa, Black Sheep…” She hummed with a childlike humor, swooning from side to side gently as from where the deck of cards once stood in her palm, one single card remained. Sophia flipped it between her fingers, revealing it’s white, blank face, void of any imagery. “This Card represents our Ending for the night. It is up to you, which imagery it should take.” Like a Trickster she’d twist their sense of composure up until the moment the tables would turn, and the game would be hers to win. She held the card propped up between her index and middle finger, blank as it was. The choice was theirs, now. The Tornado which loomed dark above their Lake only seemed to pick up pace, its whirlwind close to driving against the ice. Should it even be forced to retreat, the wind motion would manage to scrape at the first layers of ice, clearing its frost-like effect. “You’re already one hoof in the clouds, and one down the well.” She grinned, hoping to appease the already ongoing Corruption started by her newfound Company. 

“By any means…” Had his features held depth one would notice the grin, or perhaps the primal showing of his teeth. A deeply toned utterance exposed itself to the audible range of those fated to experience his coming. His gaze passed over the stagnant lake in his presence. He slowly began to take a single step followed by another following in the wake of the tornado before him. Sloth emanated from him; forcing thoughts, desires, and movements around him to become stuck upon themselves. Stagnation began to follow, each passing moment foregoing to rot as his calling made slow repetition of most mental forthcoming. Delerium poking its psychotic face in a clause of dementia. His own umbra taking to the air; thickest around his manifested form, but still it held like a plagued air surrounding not only himself but the forms of Sophia and Abbadon; their own umbras freely mixing and reacting with his own; spreading it further much like the plagues he was known for in ancient times. His was-scepter begins to breathe in and out thickening the umbra around him until it seemed that he nearly vanished into a cloud of black smog. His umbra began to penetrate through the ice reaching out toward the smaller creatures inhabited within; small fish, frozen insects, algae, all of these things succumb to his hungering umbra. Like a mist carried over the morning dew, he continued slowly, precisely rather than the harsh enacting of Sophia at his front. His pace slowed as he stepped at most forty feet from the coast of the lake his Umbra still increasing in size It reached out to Sophia grabbing at the spires of its gales; its foreboding sense of drowning complemented by his Umbra to inhibit sloth; succumbing. Acceptance of a singularity; The mist thickens around the surface of the lake until it was all but blacked out from the density of his umbra. Larger and larger torrents of it begin to move across the surface of the lake as if his Umbra carried within it a distinct wave like pattern; all of them flowing toward two central points, one of which was pulled into the tornado supplied by Sophia and the other straight to his feet. It began first slowing depending upon the puncturing from the mighty umbral gales, once the solid layer of ice was shattered exposing the Liquid below there came a source for extraction. His umbral near in it entirety launches through his feet and the eye of the tornado into the lake swelling as it began to feed on the fish, and larvae it found previously.The umbra rips there forms apart creating them anew, shadows of what they were previously in only the visual sense. They took will, and took form at the command of Set’s umbra changing themselves and making from what was there a new form.The lake underneath the ice began to turn black as still more of them were altered it wasn’t until they swarmed in the air and drew close did there appearance make an observation. 

Thousands upon thousand of them flocked into the sky forming a swarm so great it nearly block the sun out in its entirety. Each individual construct of assimilated flesh that came into his Umbra took for itself a very small form, at largest a centimeter in length. As a reflection of their creator, they were cast vantablack, from there small proboscis to their small delicate wings. His scepter began to eat it its fill of the umbra bug testing them before it too begins to breathe even more of them out. The entirety of his visibly eternal Umbra takes their form. Set’s form though hard to see at this point would be a lot more visible now that the mist and fog of his umbra became mostly solid. If one had the sight, or the close range to see Set’s mouth they were watching him speak out words without sound. As if in response sound emanates through the exposure of the swarm. A loud buzzing nearly deafening to the exposed ear I a thousand voices within them a gnostic ethnos could be hinted they shouted “D’tzak Adash Ba’kava*” it was then the swarm began to move ignoring Abbadon and the couple of beings she was entertaining they began to speedily head toward the city hungering for a chance to spread their profane taint across the masses. Set Pays for this interaction with but a single soul in which he shatters allowing each minute from within his swarm to take upon itself its own umbra domain. The soul he invoked forth in silence also to bind them still to his own extension. Turning them from a mere extension of his umbra into an existence even lower than Turpes (Shit) they now were. They held no intellect and enact upon primitive reaction they were lacking in any domain of organs, blood; thought, all forsaken and much like a jellyfish they react based upon hunger. As they spread across the expanse of the kingdom they begin to collect around the heavily populated areas of evacuation. Those unlucky enough to become surrounded by the swarm would quickly experience the horror of the many thousands if not millions of mosquito like pestilence feasting upon them leaking within the flesh form of the population backwash of their umbral sources. Like an infection without a cure, it begins to grow inside of them expanding as more and more of the Swarm began to feed upon them. Screams would carry from those infested; mere moments though after the opening of their mouths many hundreds more of the swarm would fly in infecting them even further from within. Being a creation in their origin from Set’s umbra, however, these as well in their great swarm would further breed a sense of sloth to those of whom they cross. The feeling as if you were slowly sinking in tar would begin to take the first victims who were claimed, similar to a dream many have in which their vision or movement was fixed in a position only to be changed with much strain and difficulty. Whether it was from the many of the swarm which flew into their mouths, or from the swarm actively shredding the beings' souls and bodies and assimilating them would be unknown. However once they had finished feasting upon one being Their body was left dry, and crusted for a moment. They lose their footing and falls to the ground breaking their skulls or chests open upon across the paved flooring. Many more of the swarm begin to expel out of the dead bodies, as the last one exist each of the bodies they shriveled up like a deflated paper bag, only to be crushed into fragmented dust likely from the trampoline of the people who were able enough to resist the sloth, or were forcibly made to move. 

Set cared not for these first few souls of the victims that the swarm reaped And so he allowed them to stay in the collection through the swarm’s reserves, though he did not permit them the intellect to know of their ability to consume and use souls, rather left them with the primitive sense of consuming flesh. They were his reapers in a matter of speaking for which he was collecting the vast souls present, as well as feasting through the collected sins triggered by the domineering hive mind he had invoked. The taste of terror and disorder within them amused Set anything in such a state of chaos reflected him a more natural state of reality, of the truth; Veritas, or rather what it meant to him. He was not like many of his kind who quickly shed their past selves upon being assimilated. It was who, or rather what he was that made him become a kinn. What he was though, mattered not anymore, though he still held within himself duty to uphold and spread disorder through all facets of existence. He was after all Set, the monster who fought and joined in unity with apep. Though that was an existence long ago for him. He watches in amusement as the gathering of his swarm wrought disarray and panic throughout the society. Their muffled screams inspired him to pull out his Ankh. It was not fair that only he should be present to witness all of which was occurring before him, was not his place to further conduct this sermon of corruption, while he gladly sits upon the precipice of orchestration the maestro should deliver such words of grace into the name of Caliga. Though it were was that he Set had once quarreled with the Father Caliga he lacked the devotion to purity in which he would be able to enact a dedication toward Caliga’s embrace. As such it was so set brought his Ankh up above his head so that he may look through it opening at the lake below him at the still form of Fides. Set’s voice began booming from the confines of his umbral form it seemed the very shadows cast upon the lake themselves seemed to echo his words as they were spoken. His mouth now peering through the opening of the Ankh. Its reflective properties casting many rays across the lake and himself still not exposing from his any details of his features even if he were standing in the brilliant light. He begins his first invocation over the lake, “Anaki Amun-Set-Sutekh,” This first phrase seemed to enhance his Umbra having caused it to begin to spread yet again over the layer of ice still presently encasing the majority of the lake. The next line of speech in which he spoke was rather strange from him and unknowingly to him he spoke in two languages simultaneously, the invocation he spoke in his native tongue yet the invocation itself seemed to echo in one other, “Sunak Fedas-Evynka, Sun-Kaliga-Verita, Ba-ankha Ussya-Suntak Ma’iy Kosaya**” [Emerge Fides Evincar; keeper of Caliga’s Veritas, The living souls are a feast of honor for your liturgy] No sooner had his words been spoke the counterpart for which they said passed like poison across the shadows into the minds of the fellow kinn around, but more so penetrating through the ice into the form of the evincar below it said, “Fides enim exiet exitu sermonis epulis animarum.**” [ Fides; Come forth, feast upon the souls harvested for your sermon.] He aims his Ankh at this feet and waits to see if his invocation would have been answered, there was the issue of him not actually having the souls as per ready for the invocational debt, though he was fully aware to pay the price should the manner of souls harvested by the swarm not prove sufficient. As he waits he finishes the phrase he said earlier at the beginning of his actions “...Necessary?” 

** improvised translation loss/gap

Kali had done perhaps more then she was aware, in her casting she had freed Fides from the seal, and he had no part in it. he was freed from the lake by hands not his own…magic which had reached out to him, and he, being the “benevolent” being he was decided to give Kali what she had asked for. “Evil” rushed through Kali, consuming her as if rice paper thrown into a bonfire. The profanity that was Fides surged into the woman, in reality giving her far more then the spell would have…had it truly been effective. It would seem like an eternity, the speed those depraved imaginings flowed with far, far faster than the relative time. In those Sins Fides had come to a more intimate understanding of the woman, her drives, her motivation…and she was so giving…or at least had been to Fides, that singular action making him acutely aware of many things. In her desperation to resist her darkness which was obviously the larger, “better” half she had reached out to the other woman on the lake, Raven, hoping the woman might offer some comfort. In time the two would come together…in time, which meant Fides had channeled through her as well, his energies inside this woman as well. Their minds were places which were not entirely what the Evincar had imagined, though there certainly were similar factors. Ironically the energy channeling, Fides into Kali, Kali into Raven would expose raven to the profound profanity of Fides, she felt it inside, but the external, her earrings in particular would have brought great discomfort, they would have begun to write as if in agony as any “holy” symbol does in the presence of this beast, quickly followed by a highly noticeable burning, which was obviously not just a part of the mind. The profanity so profound the women had begun to emanate a sort of darkness as Fides was taken in by them both. In doing so the Evincar made himself, or at least a small part, quite at home in the shadows of the women, a constant profanity emanating now from their own shadows. In effect making having their own shadows emanate a deep want and need to sin, constantly. As the evacuation bell began to toll though the woman’s combined efforts whilst clinging to thoughts of their children was enough to have the darkness they emanated fade as fides took back what was his, as well as left a mark upon them, they had been touched, Fides had been within them, at the moment the effects of that could be ignored. An impressive mental fortitude….but there had also been a more profound physical connection, not something that could just be willed away… 

Fides had been released, and had no particular inclination to manifest just as of yet, more content now to sit and watch the action of the others. Given his proximity to the lake his ambiance would have perhaps still seemed trapped, he was contend with that assertion thus far, allowing the others set about to “freeing him”. He was a bit amused with the insinuation of “any means”, given it had been directed to a Sinner, beings which in truth at their inner core were almost always more than excessively violent. It was of little wonder then that Set went about things the way it had, it would after all make the point more than apparent they were quite able of sewing destruction on a not so common, or conventional scale. Were this truly to devolve into a field of war it would be a magnificent display of mayhem, surely a tale to be remembered, though it had not gone that far…not yet. It would have been a thing difficult to notice at this point as thing were progressing but a soft, ever so faint chuckle might have been heard on the wind, though the sound was so faint it would have easily been mistaken for an imagining. 


The Evincar was actually rather pleased by the actions of the teller…her consulting the cards, not assuming to take action on Fides behalf. In truth it was one of the reasons for the chuckle. Fides had been sealed into a lake; though the others seemed ignorant it was of its own accord such a thing had happened. Again it was almost touching the way they had all come so quickly, and in display possession of such power. The vanity was fitting, the beasts displaying themselves for what they were making the folly of the prior actions of Raven and Kali painfully apparent. That being the case Sophia would have been subjected to sloth, a strange sort of “faint joy” in the wind that disturbed her hair for the briefest of moments, a subtle hint of praise in the current ensuing chaos. 

The breeze that had come to cross her might have been mistaken as some after though of the actions Set had put in motion. Moving to employ a rather deadly storm upon the panicked and evacuating towns folk, a simple yet sound plan of attack. The fact that it could be seen as self perpetuating made it a thing Fides took note of, such things did not happen often, though given the source of the swarm…”from whence it came”…perhaps it was not so surprising a thing, and fitting in all reality. Set was able to retain a more then fair amount of itself after having been given the gift of darkness, a testament to its might, and surely a thing worthy a degree of respect. This had all been set in motion by Set…seemingly on a whim, such chaos death and destruction…truly this was indeed The Set from tales of old…often whispered in reverence. Fides was inclined to answer Set’s question himself, the echoes of millions in unison for a singular word, only to the mind of Set… “Perhaps”… 

***theoretical*** 
IF the souls were delved as promised in offering for sermon the card which Sophia is waiting to appear would come into view…the Heirophant.

Darkness, and writhing, living Evil 

It plowed through Kali’s mind like a hurricane out of control, ripping away any vestiges of control she thought she had had. And by her own doing no less. Thinking the connection had broken with her spell, she had been careless not to block off her mind, and Raven’s from the backlash of evil that she had touched, and in turn, had been touched by. It had thrown her, giving her a moment for her and Raven to collect themselves against the first onslaught of distraught desires, allowing them to believe they had blocked it out and moved on to the next threat. But no, it was more like a wave pulling back into a tsunami, only to return with a vengeance. A destructive wave of total annihilation. 

The pure evil that flowed through her, through them both was subtle though. Like a theif in the night, a small thing, like maggots, wriggling in the sludge of old thoughts old memories of sinful pleasures, completely hidden at first as it infested the very deep corners of their souls. Something there but not quite there at the same time. A writhing of a deeper darkness within the dark parts of their pasts. An infestation that would take time to manifest and bloom. They had been touched…. 

Raven wasn’t so lucky . . . . 

As the pure darkness and evil washed over her, she screamed and fell to her knees. The Holy artifacts piercing the flesh of her ears began at first to writhe, their power fluctuating through her body in an uncontrolled spasm of indescribable pain. Driven to her knees by the first wave she reached up and began pulling the artifacts from her skin, but not fast enough, they burned through her flesh, black flames dancing along the blessed metal and her skin as well. (VTM- Gangrel Elder- Fortitude Mastery- allows her to endure short bursts of flame without catching like rice paper, like a normal vampire would) 

Her mind broke from the sheer pain as she ripped them from her flesh now, throwing the Holy things away from her body. Her hold on her resilient minds and shared strength abilities shattered like so much aged and fragile glass, allowing Fides to enter her mind at full tilt. She didn’t care. The pain her body writhed with was almost too much for her to sustain. 

So much so that she began to lose control of the one magic she always held over herself, her illusions, her vanity. Her image would seem to strobe between the flawless, smooth pale skinned human and that of her true form. Monstrous was the only way to describe it. Deathly pale with a tinge of grey to her ‘skin’ as she seemed to be covered in a very fine layer of dark fur. Beneath this were thousands of scars. They riddled her body from head to foot, every inch of skin, marred in some bizarrely random pattern. Her eyes glowed a bright yellow, with long thin slits down the center, the eyes of a dragon, and yet cat ears and tail flickered from her head and rump. Dark raven hair wasn’t hair at all, but long silky bird feathers. 

(as a Gangrel vampire, Raven is subject to the curse of her bloodline, every third time she blood frenzies, she takes on an animalistic feature, and thus her true appearance is that of a mottled animal experiment. The scars were done to her by her Master before he Turned her. ) 

With the Holy artifacts gone from her body, Raven found herself on her knees, arms wrapped around her torso as the pain slowly subsided, but with them gone there was no holding back her vampiric and demonic powers. Her aura flared as her ‘power’ intensified. Like the aura of a dragon, the aura of an elder vampire was like a pressure plate come down around her, gravity seemed to intensify as the effect flared out around her for about 10ft. A sense of fear and foreboding would send most mortals scurrying away in fright, not that there were any left around. For those who could ‘see’ auras, Raven’s would be quite peculiar, no color could be found in it whatsoever. Though Fides ‘touch’ left a lasting mark on her aura, a darker patch to the rest, her own was already a solid, writhing mass of grey and black veins. So much diablerie . . the soul stealing feeding of another vampires life force and ability, so much sin, her aura was permanently scarred. Under normal circumstances, these black veins would normally lighten and vanish over the years, but so much had been done, so many souls consumed and powers stolen over the course of her lifetime that Raven’s aura and soul were permanently black. Stained by her misdeeds and greed for power and vengeance. Her only humanity, her only solace was harbored within Kali’s heart, Kali’s soul, and now Raven’s own children. 

Even with the light, the hope and the memories of her children, Raven’s power expanded again, this time pulsing between demonic and vampiric. The power she kept so carefully bound, so heavily restrained, pulsed with the sudden loss of the crown to hold it back. Demonic blood and power rushed her veins, forcing another transformation as large black horns erupted from the top of her head and lengthened to about a foot and a half, they curled just a touch at the ends. Black fog enveloped them and when it cleared moments later, they were wrapped in find gold filigree, with onyx chains and lengths of onyx and gold beads. Black sapphires dripped from the ends of each chain. Black demonic wings emerged from her back, and were similarly decorated, a sign of her rank as a blood and physical Daughter of the demon Lilith. 

And yet only a few seconds had passed from the initial burst of darkness from Fides, this did not bode well . . . 

Kali moved to Raven’s side and placed her hand on the vampires’ shoulder. She pushed at the pain and darkness with her own mind, sharing in Raven’s powers and abilities. She drew upon vampiric fortitude, pulling Raven’s mind from the mass of pain and darkness by surrounding it with thoughts of hope, light, children and a future. (VTM-Gangrel Elder-Fortitude – lvl 6 – Sensory Shield: Protect your mind from sensory overload) She wrapped her own mind in these feelings as well, hoping to keep at bay the resounding evil and corruption she could feel writhing deep within the both of them. The echoing laughter of Fides and his corrupt souls chilled her spine and made her fear for what was to come. 

But they had other fish to fry . . . . literally 

The time consumed with their folly of darkness and pain allowed the creatures at the lake to take action. Violent, intrusive, invasive, and hostile action. A violent tornadoe of whirling cards. Kali was familiar with the powers of a deck, but as the ‘attack’ wasn’t on any of the living or undead creatures of the empire, the chaos barrier didn’t react at all. Cursing under her breath and shook Raven now, hard, trying to get the vampire to focus as she felt the dark emanations of shadow seep from the male. 

“Raven, its time to defend what is ours” Kali said as she listened to the Teller offer a vague and blank prediction for the end of the night. A blank card in the deck? That wasn’t normal by any means and certainly didn’t bode well. 

But then the chaos barrier around the empire seemed to spring to life of its own accord just as Set began to vanish into his umbral cloud. He had chosen to attack living things within the empire. Though they were merely fish and insects, the hostility towards them and the physical attack the ‘touch’ of fides combined to activate the barrier. Fides and Set both would begin to feel a drain on their power sources, be it magical or souls, it would start to drain away, directly into the barrier. The barrier itself fed into the realm of chaos and darkness that surrounded Raven’s own as a form of protection. Hundereds, thousands, millions of souls, it didn’t matter, they could be drained away and deposited there without causing too much damage. 

Kali sighed a breath of relief as Raven shook herself like a dog, trying to shed the cold shivers that ran down her spine. The barrier worked slowly, but it had at least diverted the power of the attack on the lake creatures. Sense returned to Raven’s eyes as she felt the darkness of Set seep into the water, the chaos of the barrier activating and the panic of the lake life. As part of her tainted oasis, many other protections and connections had been lain down, all in the effort to protect the Empire and its life. She was intricately connected to the animals as well as the people and her lands. It was this connection that she tapped into now, commanding the water life to the very bottom of the lake. (VTM-Gangrel Elder- Animalism- lvl 7- Masters Voice combined with Lvl7- Twist the Feral Will) There she commanded them to enter the underground cove and for them to stay there. She could do nothing for the algae and non moving life, and this is what Set’s power would be laid upon. 

As his hungering umbra force devoured the life she couldn’t protect, Raven became enraged, the push to sin that Fides had instilled in her helping her to lose her temper, and it went from anger, to wrath, to violence in a split second. She growled a feral sound of wrath as she felt him gather up and consume what was hers. 

HERS. POSSESSION. GREED. 

“You will halt, This is MY land, these are MY creatures, and I will NOT ALLOW THIS” she growled as she rose, her aura flared out and her eyes turned to solid orbs of black with small crimson iris’s. Set would feel her control over the life forms that he had so blatantly attacked as she controlled their very will, wresting the umbral cloud of turpes from him. They were her creatures, after all, and if their tiny souls belonged to anyone, it was her. (VTM-Gangrel Elder- Animalism- lvl 7 – Master’s Voice/Twist the Feral will) They would flock into the sky, yes, but beyond that they would do nothing but swarm around in a giant tornado just above them, not entering the gate. 

Kali, knowing what Raven was doing through their mental and magical bonds, tore open a rift into the chaos realm where Fides and Set’s power was being drained, it was about three feet long and about two feet wide, the size of a dwarf at best. Raven twisted the swarm of turpes and used her mind to control them into entering the rift. (VTM-Gangrel Elder- Animalism- Lvl 7 – Send the 8th Plague/twist the feral will – allows her to call and control a swarm of creatures and send them to do her bidding) Within the realm of chaos they would soon be destroyed, or at least contained. The damage done there easily contained. Once they were all through the rift into the chaos realm would close at Kali’s command. 

Kali looked up again though as the male began to speak in some foreign, ancient language. She didn’t so much care what it was, as to what it felt like, was that a . . ritual tone and cadence? 

“Oh no you don’t” she said and lifted her arm to point at a spot on the ground at his feet. She chanted a quick chant of her own (one standard action) and a spell of silence emanated from the spot on the ground at Set’s feet in a 400ft radial circle. It encompassed him, his companions, and most of the small lake that had once been frozen. The spell would render all communication impossible, spells with verbal components unusable, and any sound in or out of the area negated. And as it wasn’t cast on a creature, there was no will save to negate the effect of the spell. (Dungeons and Dragons 3.5 – Players Handbook – Silence) It wasn’t the most effective battle tactic, but at least it would gain Raven and Kali a few moments of peace and to gather themselves before the creatures .. hopefully . . realized what had happened. 

“this isn’t good . . . “ Raven muttered to kali, her black eyes gleaming with rage. She reached into her pocket and took out a vial of bright red pills, blood sustenance. She swallowed three of them, replacing some of the blood she had spent thus far. (10pts each, replacing 30 pts of bloodloss, full calculations to come with next posting. Its . . a work in progress lol )

Standing up she took her paw in her fingers, it was a pity, it would have been a very nice deal, it may have even saved the knowing damage to come. To bad the woman was already seeming to go insane within herself, The Evincar was overshadowing her and she was not needed now that he was soon to be free of a cage he willingly locked himself in. She wanted to watch the show so that she did standing tall her wings at her side as she stood there, feeling nothing but a slight tinge to her figure. She looked up at the now activated seeming to be barrier that covered the sky, it had no affect on her at all as she was Kinn not anything else, but it was insulting to think the least of it, one would use something so feeble against them, so weak and not made for them, but then again who would have known when that was even made that this day would come. She moved to speak words drifting form her core but it was silence, the words left her but no one could hear anything, she adapted and it was rather nice, she could hear nothing, but she could see everything words whispered within Sophia's mind “bring forth the Evincar then we are done here, once the Evincar is free we have served Caligas purpose of us” as always her voice was not one but that of many, and she knew that she was not needed here, she was only here to oversee not interfere in a large amount, it was not her place or her job to do so she was here to watch the fireworks and if the Evincar wanted to do more then roll around in the water that was his thing, not hers. 

Abbadon wrapped one wing around her figure as she looked over to the girl (Raven), the one that seemed a bit more sane but really, not really all that much more sane they were all going mad and aggressive due to the Evincars influence witch in the end was just fun to oversee and it made her feel joy inside or well what she was able to feel of joy anyway. Her voice whispered into the mind of the girl using the Evincars darkness to transmit her words “what you own as yours is dirt upon your palms, you hold nothing to your name, all of yours is not owned by you but given to you by the Father you blindly ignore, it is pitiful you turned down something so beautiful but it was expected some something that does not know its self. Then you look to the darkness and wish its embrace, whisper and we will hear you” the sounds of laughing voices echoed in the girls mind as Abbadon did not sway or move and just as if dead and locked in place looked forward. “once the Evincar is free the ones of faith are finished here” her voice whispered into both minds of Set and Sophia and surely Fides as well if he was listening after all.

She could feel it then, the power these creatures gave us resonating with the power which was recently placed within her – a part of them, their Gift, tugging and pulling upon her senses with each passing moment spent around them, these monsters of the night. It cooed at her, an surrounding feeling of Sloth of longing dullness, the faint feeling of Pride sourcing through her veins. He was pleased with her, the Mentor of her insanity. The woman grinned as she faced the others, rotating card still between her black clawed digits – her, still as a gravestone in a cemetery full of ghosts – as it slowly began to change imagery. From its blank canvas, colors began to stream upon it in the shape of a creature upon its throne: On its head donned a crown of thorns, in his hand, an inverted cross – how odd it was for her cards to reflect the true colors of her ‘client’, just then. In front of the creature knelt two beings, the irony of fact causing them to look much like the women who were now touched by uttermost Sin, the gravity of their actions bringing them forth to Him. To it. The Hierophant. 

“The Hierophant.” Sophia spoke, corners of her mouth plucking upwards into a mania filled grin; this was the Last Card, and it couldn’t have been more accurate. “You have been brought before the Hierophant, the High Priest of this Major Arcana. He is the one who holds such Forbidden Knowledge, the Leader of those who do not follow by order, but by belief alone. The power of the group.” She paused. There was a crane of her head. And then? Then, Sophia laughed, much of a mockery to her newfound ‘friend’, Abbadon, so fixed upon their “mission” at hand, so much so to order the Teller upon her actions alone. “Miss.” She spoke, to the unknown woman; whoever, or, whatever it was, Sophia was clueless and had no intention to discover her identity either. “I’m afraid the only person I’d be even inclined to listen to, is still stuck in that pile of dead fish over there.” Sophia pointed towards the lake, only to notice the Sinner upon in, in the midst of her roaring tornado of circling cards. ‘Is there really such need for so much collateral damage…?’ Her thoughts attempted to reach Set, the one who seemingly caused so much chaos through the poor woman’s realm, so much so that it brought her insanity on display. Sophia cared little about whatever creatures reigned around these parts – though she did care of a certain Equilibrium, the natural way of things not needed to be disturbed unless a situation had no other solution; to her, all this display of power was nothing but a pointless waste of time. The Silence Spell seemed to have caught her next words blank. She snarled, but thought little of it, knowing it would never affect past spoken word - knowing she did not need to speak, to be understood. And so, she allowed herself to be taken away by slithering dark tendrils, letting her tangible manifestation reach right in the middle of her own creation, the threatening tornado. 

As she got close to the lake, she could feel it stronger – the energy emanating from Set, the feeling of drowning which followed her own. The Endless Sea, forcing her to dive in and lose all sense of restraint. The impending feeling of a dulling demise. It made her nauseous, whatever organs she still had within her created, aritifical shell now seemed to turn inside out. It was a gruesome sensation of losing whatever limit of order, and blindly reaching chaos. Despite it all, she advanced until hovering above the hole now created through ice. 'The Good of Many outweighs the Good of One.' Sophia chanted, the voice carrying through all those who resonated with her own newborn power, a primary motto of the Hierophant, now dropping the card into the lake, into the crater-like hole her tornado has already created through the thick ice. 'Rise, Hierophant.' She called to him, knowing that all he needed was a ‘special invitation’ . The water regained its reflective-like nature, around the portion affected by her tornado. The chant was spoken and with that, her cards began to twist and twirl, falling around the edges of that hollow space, the opening her actions created – an outlet, for Fides to take full advantage of. They created a circle around it; knowing of his immense ‘Pride’, Sophia laid the cards out, much like his very own Red Carpet. 

The sweet sins flowed from Kali and raven like an ocean’s tides. The became that of charges upon Set’s repertoire; She became enraged(1) it grew into a deeper state of wrath, to the physical manifestations of both (2) Her voiced sense of possession dictated pride (4), and greed (6) both coming forth into a physical display from her Aura (7), as well as influence over the lives around her created a second display of greed as she tried to take from him. (8) They teased Set as slowly he began to feel the effect of the silence around him, whether this was a useful tactic to use against Set or not would be made obvious under observation. What she had in fact done with such a spell was prevent any sounds coming from his own origin, and as it seemed to extend the four hundred feet surrounding him. He chose to remain stationary as he felt a Barrier of Chaos begin to Tickle its way toward him. Such manner of pulling, as if the force itself was hungering for the essence of Set; his power his souls being moved from one location to another. His muted voice chuckled at the futile attempt to drain souls from him, one would have better luck attempting to trap the sun’s rays in a box. But for the moment he allows his Umbra, souls, and power to begin their drain. His umbra melding into the barrier itself as it fed more and more upon the Essence of Set. He seemed to stand there as if not caring, as more and more of his being, identity, embodiment, begins to fade away. 

The few moments prior would be a rather strange response, as the soul Set had given for the Swarm to form was one of his own collection. The actual souls of that water-life which he had not used would have without any opposition fallen under her control, however, upon her attempting to seize control of not only the swarm but of Set’s Umbra as well. Her actions would have gone again without opposition from Set’s part. Though the Swarm having no capabilities of thought, serving on pure instinct would begin to move toward her; attracted toward the intention she tried to force upon them. As her mind began its wrestling with the umbral nature he unwittingly allowed it to connect to her mind. A countless amount of voices began to scream through his Umbra into what they connected to. Flooding everything it touched with the desire to sin further, though his umbral vice would have been one of complete sloth, as it would enter, or touch one’s mind; umbra degrades, and destroys organic material gently drifting the brains of its vicinity to states of dementia. This would be based upon how much his Umbra was being mentally targeted for as it would it began to pull closer to. 

As his form appeared to become more and more translucent as his Umbra he caused to join into the chaos barrier it would start to fade quicker and quicker starting with his head and working its way down, As it reaches his shoulders and faded down his arms the Was-Scepter in his hand seemed to begin to move on its own in union with his Ankh. They begin to carve into the ice below his fading from the extended glyphs for his name in Egyptian hieroglyphs. His glyphs appear as the Egyptian words for "turmoil", "confusion", "illness", "storm" and "rage". Dark-light began to give the glyphs a very noticeable presence even through the dark expanse of the umbra of Set left presently. Just as his lower body began to fade to its finality a very loud laughter would begin to play from the ever surrounding barrier of Chaos set around the entirety of the kingdom. It was then that he pooled the remainder of his umbra from the form he had held upon the icy frozen lake to his current embodiment, you see he had taken advantage of the massive force of chaos brought forth from the barrier’s response to his advantage, Being of the kinn beings who not only flourish upon souls but darkness and chaos itself it was as if someone had decided to inject Set with cosmic steroids. His umbra expanded well around the lake, and the entire kingdom at this point locking everything within a sphere of his own Umbra, all lights vanished as vantablack would claim all. The form of his Was-Scepter would fly around the black pitch of the enclosure swarming the entirety of the kingdom. He felt a small fracture being ripped, opening a hole to a larger pool of this chaotic force. 

As the miniature hole was ripped open it was a poor attempt to funnel what ever constructs the swarms were having fed from and manifesting within the eternal darkness of the chaotic force Set launches his Was-Scepter through the hole releasing the charges he held with it with a force of will against Kali’s commands, being that he was infused within the very barrier itself it would seem that paired with his charges his will would reign superior over the Chaos within. It continued within the Chaotic realm disrupting its flow as all chaos was and forcing it to pool into the current realm. The was-scepter began to feed upon the edge of the hole opening it forth and further until one would not be able to perceive where the other end of the fracture ends. The Was-Scepter was devouring the fabric separating the chaos realm from their current one uniting the two. Set’s Umbra would occupy all perception of the kingdom now completely eclipsing the sun and draining all sources of light from any means of perspective. The typical structure of the terrain around them would have felt alien as if they no longer stood upon the bank of a lake. His Umbra became solid locking them all in a deep sphere of Umbral webbing. He allowed for them though a brief barrier only large enough to encircle Kali and Raven. He ensured that his umbra surrounded them all so they could see nothing left, but he also gave sanction to the large population of civilians though it was not likely they could see them, The umbra stuck so thickly that sound waves themselves would only bounce back from every word spoken. To most physical capabilities they would be soundproofed. Though in truth the 400ft silence spell would have also affected Kali and Raven, so even if they were able to talk through their own spell the sounds of their voices would have only bounced back at them 

His voice would echo all around them as his Umbra extended well further than the 400 ft radius of the spell, “I come forth to offer to you a choice,” His ankh would seem to be flying around their heads just barely out of reach. He would pose to them a choice in the brief time it would take the Evincar to come forth to conduct his sermon. As The Ankh floated there amidst the Umbra his voice rang “Reach up and embrace my Ankh and give yourself to my body, mind, and soul and you shall walk as I do for eternity, and your people shall be spared,” His Was-Scepter next flew above their grasps. The figure head upon it a very strange amalgam of a beast resembling no known creature, although it could be seen as a composite of an aardvark, a donkey, a jackal or a fennec fox. The animal has a curved snout, long rectangular ears, a thin forked tail and canine body, with sprouted fur tufts in an inverted arrow shape. “ Embrace my Was-Scepter and give to me the souls and flesh of your peoples and given to you shall be a blessing from our lands upon yours,” He tried to get an answer from them quickly so that the Evincar might learn of it and laugh; for Set knew what was to come next he could sense it through his umbra. His Ankh and Was-Scepter floated above them and the contract was offered. “I would not try my patience as there are far worse things that can be forcibly offered.” His umbra would begin slowly filling in the gaps, or rather a temporary barrier that surrounded them of his doing. It seemed it was a rather serious mechanism for telling them how much time they had to decide.


It would have been odd, to see the bursts of flame given the common agitation the element could cause them both, luckily this one had a saving grace…of a sort. There was a larger internal grin that came from watching her rip these symbols from her form, not completely aware the degree of resistance they granted the woman. The larger irony of it was as she cast of these symbols of faith, what Fides would openly call lies; her true form flickered through as if the false flames of faith had brought forth her true form. A far more impressive beast, though still a thing that was disgusting, and cursed…unfortunate foul being. 
Kali? She was understandably apprehensive, after all that was quite the show, and the darkness had a far more profound effect upon Raven then it had Kali, which Fides took both note, and exception to. They physical effect had not been as profound on her, but she was now aware too that Fides was not just some simple specter to be postured in front of….it certainly had not gone well thus far, at least not for them. As she called out to bring Raven back into the thick of it a chorus of hushed whispers would enter her mind, the chilling voice of the Evincar would resonate through her mind “oh….and now, you think it is yours?”(very similar to touretts voice) 

As Set began to take the lives of the filth in the lake a barrier of sorts “kicked”. It had an effect thus far on Fides and Set, if pulled on them both…it pulled at their power. Again this woman would try to take from Fides, twice now the same particular offence. But there would have been a beauty to it, the way it would begin to pull the darkness from the lands. It would have been quite the sight and likely caused quite a bit of panic for the time it was visible. It was here Fides would chose to employ the first miniscule exertion of power it had collect whilst here from the ample sin which surrounded them. Nothing overly harmful, more foreshadowing. The sound was fairly loud, loud enough so that it would echo over the entirety of this chaos a singular echoing toll from some massive unseen bell its ominous ringing heard surely by all. 

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As Sets swarm took to the skies and a rift into the realm of chaos opened to more directly deal with the swarm. Abbadon the Visser seemed to have come to a sort of apprehension. It seemed now as she lamented her offer seemingly being ignored. It might have stopped some of this true but what was to come was not a thing the paw would have stopped, after all it was not as if what was about to happen would be a thing allowed to have been ceased by a paw. It was a powerful artifact, no doubt, however the will of Fides was soon to manifest. Perhaps that was what had brought her bearing back; she had been wandering for a very long time now only recently rejoining the collective of Kinn. Her words to the women ringing out as darkness began to flow out over the land consuming all within vision. 

As the darkness encroached the blank card would reveal itself as the Hierophant. As the card began to manifest again that bell would toll, its ominous echo falling over the lands surely heard by all. That was followed quickly by the laughter of Set as he took full advantage of the ignorance, the barrier intended to banish their energy, was in reality a source of the energy, that was only compounded in the case of Set as yet another Rift was torn into chaos to deal with his swarm, serving only to further fuel the beasts consumption. 

As Set offered his ultimatum to the two the Teller would drop the card into the hole that had been drilled into the lake, her assumptions of vanity on the Evincars part ringing incredibly true as at this point he would begin to manifest….in full. Despite the umbral embrace across the land perceptions would be allowed to perceive a glowing aura of the card, a bright beacon calling for the attention of all. Ironically as the card dropped Fides though it fitting to perhaps exert his own soul pressure as Raven had seemed to earlier, except this was far in excess of her own. Fides had dominion over countless souls and with the encumbrance of the umbra Set had manifested the effective “weight” of the Evincar would be multiplied considerably. As the card fell into the lake a crushing weight would begin to oppress those effected by such things. It would be a weight quite comparable to that of the world, the pressure exacted was immense and capable of bringing most to a knee in the least…it would simply crush or more aptly “squish” lesser beings. Here the third toll sounded from the bell and the glowing aura of the card became vantablack, darker then the darkness around them, Fides exerted an awe inspiring amount of force and dominion as that card erupted outward, this once sacred lake having held the profanity of the Evincar too long, and too much sin had been committed in Fides presence to truly offer any true contest. It would take no time at all to recognize the eruption of energy from the cards as “roots” digging deep into the lake and lands there under. From that darkness Fides would rend fourth a baffling number of souls screaming in agony and moaning in euphoria, the manifestation of twisted profane souls quickly building on one another beginning to take a more definitive shape, the sins of the land the fertilizer of this tree. 
It was now that darkness had consumed everything the voices of the Visser rung over the realm seemingly emanating from all of the apparent darkness, everywhere, and nowhere. 

“you my dear have made many presumptions today we think….and many again not long ago….we find it fitting to call you a”…there was a pause as a sort of bestial murr ran through its form, the soft growl enough to bring reverberation to the bodies of most “presumptive lamb…..yes we find that fitting, and the lies the lamb hid behind…so vain…so futile, and look what has come of holding on to such fallacy…it cannot speak its lies in our presence….and what of the other?” here whilst there was no directly visible view of the Evincar in the unending darkness there was a very perceivable shift in affections now directed at Kali. “calling on thee….sanctity of chaos….unaware the beast in your midst is none other than the Mighty Set? We would have imagined such a being to be aware of the others on its own level….or is it perhaps Kali…that Set is superior, and hence you remain ignorant? Or perhaps the light from the filth they call truth has blinded you to just that….worry not, our Veritas can quell these delusions, surely you of all of them have noticed this…simply by our presence…yes?” Here the darkness would grow darker Fides pulling on the entirety of the Umbra, including that of the other Kinn robbing them of a manifestation for the effect it desired, creatures of darkness lost in darkness as the darkness grew darker depriving every sense with the exception of perception. For most this was the epitome of vertigo. Compounded perhaps by remaining perception of having been standing on a lake moments prior. They had been in darkness for a while now, but this new darkness was something different. Not only would it conceal light it would steal it from any conceivable source, extinguishing any which might dare profane it. In this darkness there was only one thing to be perceived, furthering the vertigo and dire situation currently. The six eyes of the Visser now all that was to be beheld, their piercing purple glare coming into view as a chorus of hushed and whispered echoes began a hymn of a sort, the lyrics simple, soft and unyielding. A loop playing in the background, a sort of sound track for the Evincar, the lyrics familiar words of praise to all Kinn *Sic narrow nos totus*(so say we all) 

“You claim this place as yours, these people as yours, these creatures as yours….the vanity and ignorance of such a claim speaks to your perceptions of truth. You say these things are yours yet look, you scurry to defend them from the likes us in such a vain fashion. Offering up now a scattered panicked mass of hysteria. Your feeble attempts just that, and then you dare call these things your own? One must be able to protect that which they possess. And yet here you stand now, in the midst of your presumptions nature reaping that which you have sown. Was it all that you had hoped… has your vanity, your greed…, your gluttony….have any of these served you well in your dealing with us, do those claims have any degree of truth? Perhaps to the ignorant, you reign…and yet it is not to you whom they give their faith or prayers, they do not worship the likes of ether of you. You sit in thrones not your own, again your presumptions a source of damnable hubris. You have said these people have nothing to offer, this is in error….they are dark, they are sinful, they are ours. You are dark, you are sinful…..you are ours. To believe anything short of this is folly. We are the voice of darkness, and as such we speak for it, now if you will notice darkness contains all that there is…a place most of you call space…in ignorance, failing to realize that you all rest within the bosom of that which is all. You have the audacity in your form and in your presumption, your hubris, to give any sort of command to the likes of us? You imagine the powers which you can command are capable of any dominion over our voice? You imagine in your presumptions you have more dominion then that of we? In our mercy we have allowed you a number of trespasses….but no more. Should you once more act against us…fail to use your words…or attempt to lie to us…and we will know such things, we shall set the entirety of the others upon you offering no quarter, all that is supposedly yours will be plowed under, your claims will be proven false by the monument we build from your sins. Now again we declare to you, we are here for that which is ours…and should you insist we are willing to take that which you will not give. Though we highly advise the prior….now then….what say the two of you, chose your words wisely lest they be your last….”

Have you ever had one of those days, where you just knew, you should have stayed in bed? For Kali and Raven, that felt like this whole week. 

The coming of Fides, and the Kinn in general was just one bad omen after another, and it seemed as if nothing they did was good enough, strong enough, to keep these demonic beings of utter darkness out of their Empire, away from their people, their families, and their newborn children. 

They watched as the first one to arrive held out some sort of paw, and then when they didn’t react to it, pulled it back away from them. Neither Kali or Raven were dumb enough to touch anything these creatures offered, as a matter of fact, neither woman had so much as moved ten feet from where they were when the creatures had arrived. 

Both pairs of eyes turned to the woman and man creatures upon the lake then, one ordering a tornado of cards to drill into the ice, and other trying to eat everything in sight with his own personal darkness. Things seemed to be spiraling into utter chaos. They could both feel Set abusing the barrier, becoming one with it and trying to take it over. At least the two women seemed intent only on freeing their companion from the lake, and since Kali and Raven didn’t want him there any longer, they had no intention of trying to stop them, with only the fear that one more of these things was going to arrive. But if they couldn’t handle the one trying to eat them alive, then it really wouldn’t matter if one more arrived or not. Hope was beginning to fade, the light that they both held dear, wavering in the face of what was likely to be utter destruction. 

“this isn’t good . . . “ Raven muttered to kali, her black eyes gleaming with rage. She reached into her pocket and took out a vial of bright red pills, blood sustenance. She swallowed three of them, replacing some of the blood she had spent thus far. She looked up at the silver haired shaman and realized that Kali’ hadn’t heard her at all. Silence . . wonderful, well at least Raven didn’t need verbalization for very many of her abilities. …… 

Voices? . . .voices in her head . .. despite the silence spell? And not just one but legions of voices …. 

Overshadowed by the tolling of a bell…. And the voice of Fides asking “Oh and now, you think its yours?” 

Raven hated magic, she really did, but as Abbadon’s voices echoed through her mind, taunting her, teasing her about how she truly owned nothing, all it did was serve to fan the flames of her anger. This was the first sign that Raven herself recognized that the others could enter her mind much like the one sealed in the lake could. Raven and Kali would both hear Abbadon’s words, their minds linked nearly as tightly as their souls. Both women would frown as Raven pulled on her abilities, making sure that her previous protections were still in place. They were aware of the need to sin, the press of sloth, but their minds would shed these derangements as quickly as they were felt. (VTM-Gangrel Elder-Fortitude lvl 7 – Shared Strength/Resilient Minds) 

They could feel the corruption of the barrier, the more it pulled from Set the darker the barrier became, and he stood there, stood there as if nothing were happening. Kali and Raven both shivered, fear pouring through them in waves now, fear for their people, their future, their children and mates. It wasn’t a mental derangement, but true fear for the loss of everything, of impending doom that would destroy all. It was this fear that Kali fed from, pulling it from Raven’s mind to fuel her own darker powers. 

At about the same moment that Kali began to pull the fear from Raven, the second toll of a phantom bell could be heard, and Set’s swarm sat upon her, swirling and writhing above her as his mind touched hers, added a new cacophony of voices to her mind. Screaming, drowning out her own thoughts, piercing her mind with the shrill call of the damned. Down to her knees she went again as his umbra began to eat away at her brain, her mind so distracted that she was barely able to grab hold of her own abilities and shove out the voices, to begin to think and repair the damage he was doing to her physical self. (VTM-Gangrel Elder-Fortitude-Lvl 8- Repair the Undead Flesh) However, it was only with the help of her diablierized abilities that she was able to force Set’s flesh eating corruption from her body. She pulled on those stolen abilities of the assamites now, pulled on their ability to cleanse and purify their bodies and purged the darkness from her mind. She screamed in agony, into the silence, as the process burned through her blood and flesh, but pushed out the corruption of Set’s ‘touch’. The purging would also remove the corruption of Fides’ earlier touch, that dark, corrupt, writhing mass of darkness that she could feel deep inside her own soul and shadow. (VTM-diablerized ability-Quietus- LVL 6- Purification (purifies mind/body/soul of all altering substances) The process would wash over Kali as well, tearing out the piece of darkness that Fides’ touch had left behind. She writhed and screamed as the foreign darkness was purged from her, but unlike Raven, did not fall to her knees. Instead she pulled out a small item, the size and shape of a normal die, from around her neck and pressed on it. A cube of magical energy would spring up around them, encapsulating the two in a protective barrier that would keep out everything for a short while. Again, a time buying tactic. 

The runes on the left side of Kali’s body glowed faintly, one on her upper shoulder that looked vaguely like a spider glowed brightly. Demonic power flowed through her body and combined with a power that the Kinn had not yet sensed from her, except perhaps Fides, a power she kept hidden and bound deep inside of herself. She cringed as the two power’s combined in a way they really shouldn’t have, divine ability and stolen demonic power combining and flowing out of her as a similar barrier, although larger, would go up around the Tavern where the evacuees had gathered, keeping out all the darkness and corrosive essence away from the last of the stragglers. 

Then several things seemed to happen all at once as time seemed to skip a mere millisecond. (D&D – Players Handbook 3.5 – Timestop pg294) 

Where they were going could not be detected, it was as if they were completely leaving this plane of existence and going elsewhere. The essence of the people would simply vanish, souls and all. 

(ooc explaination, Kali has just combined her own natural power as a goddess with one of her demonic contracts with a creature known as a Phase Spider (D&D Monster manual p207) the single ability she has from this contract allows her to phase in and out of the ethereal plane at will. Boosting this ability with her own power, she has phased the tavern and the remaining people to the Enthreal plane to protect them. The reason they cannot be tracked is that she has also used a protection vs evil spell to conceal them from any evil creatures D&D 3.5 Players Handbook pg 266 and Non-detection pg257 making them unfindable. Constituting three standard actions or three rounds, Time stop allows up to 5 rounds of non-hostile actions 1d4+1 rounds, though I have no one to verify what I rolled, it was a three+1 gives me four actions) 

The last thing that happened before time snapped back was a hostile action. Set’s darkness had begun to encroach on the space in which they had been, and while all of the Empire’s people were now safe, Kali and Raven stood in between the Kinn and their own destruction. The silence would vanish (a free action) as Kali dispelled it, it hadn’t stopped a damn thing anyways. A dark wave of absolute evil energy rolling out from her and extinguishing the light side of her being completely. She would suffer for this action, but later, if there was a later. a roaring tornado of her own was set into action. This tornado was far from normal, known as the Whirlwind of Teeth (D&D Book of Vile Darkness- page 110) An opaque area of swirling energy appeared in the form of roaring, screeching mouths full of teeth. Anyone or thing within the area taking damage from the magically created biting mouths and tearing teeth. It moved about them, circling around the protective forcefield that she and Raven stood within, eating all of the turpe bugs that had been created by Set, those at least that had not been shoved into the chaos barrier. Once the bugs were gone, the tornado could still be heard, but with the complete darkness hedging all vision, Kali had called it to a stop and dismissed it in fear of it accidently eating them. 

And then another voice made up of legions of voices echoed through the realm of chaos and corruption, through the darkness of Set’s umbral barrier. So many voices it was like being in Hell all over again, the darkness, the voices, the complete feeling of vertigo. It made both Raven and Kali rather ill, neither had particularly enjoyed Hell, and neither particularly liked not having anything under their feet. 

((Set)) “I come forth to give you a choice” 

Well that was just great, except that neither woman could see the Was-Scepter or the Ankh floating above them. And it was floating out of reach. They had no idea that it was there, not that it mattered, they had no intention of taking anything from these creatures and only hoped they would leave once Fides was free. Too bad no one had thought to just ask . . .for that in the beginning. …. 

Hi . .why are you here? Oh we just want our leader back? Yeah? Will you leave after that? Oh it could have gone so very differently . . . But clearly that was not meant to be…. 

((Set)) “Reach up and embrace my Ankh and give yourself to my body, mind, and soul and you shall walk as I do for eternity, and your people shall be spared,” 

((Set)) “ Embrace my Was-Scepter and give to me the souls and flesh of your peoples and given to you shall be a blessing from our lands upon yours,” 

((Set)) “I would not try my patience as there are far worse things that can be forcibly offered.” 

Kali took a deep breath and answered him. She had finally recognized his Egyptian glyphs, realized that this was Set, but he was so . . .corrupted. She didn’t understand how it could still be him. 

“We have no interest in becoming like you, no interest in becoming further corrupted by whatever dark force has taken over you. We harbor our own darkness, and are quite happy with just how much of it we have” 

Okay, so that wasn’t quite the truth, both women struggled with their darkness on a regular basis, Raven in particular, as she wrestled with her Faith after learning she was actually half demon instead of simply human before her Turning. Her Faith had been slowly declining because of this fact. Kali on the other hand didn’t so much see herself and dark and light, only both good and evil, a study in unity and balance. And her balance was way off into the dark side. However, she had no problem with that, and only struggled with her “light” or “creative” powers and soul. 

Raven would pipe up then, her voice ringing out into the darkness 

“All we want . . is for you to take your companion and leave us in peace.” She sighed softly as the pain in her head finally subsided. She stayed planted on her knee though, rising would only make the vertigo worse, and she knew it. 

The crushing weight of the Evincar’s presence could be felt as the walls of force shivered under its weight, something Kali had never witnessed before. She could feel the degradation of the walls and frowned, her hand resting on Raven’s shoulder, knowing it wouldn’t hold for nearly as long as she hoped. As the Evincar’s voice and power rang out through the realms, they would both tremble at the sheer presence of it. 

One little Vampire, One little shaman . . . 

And then silence seemed to envelope them once more. A greater darkness circling around them as the three groups of souls seemed to be plunged into one, centering on the lake. They didn’t know precisely what had happened but they did know that something had happened. And then six, purple, glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. Together they heard his voice once more, his sermon and his demands. Anger grew in their hearts, this whole thing had started because he had come here demanding that they give him what was his, only never defining what he truly wanted. Still they did not know for sure. Mostly their own faults….. 

Raven spoke out then, doing her best to hold back the trembles of her voice, trembles of anger and fear and many other barely contained emotions. 

“And we ask once more, what is it exactly that you want? All of this has been because we overreacted to your presence and never got a true answer. Then your …… kind come to get you and attack us? What is it exactly that you want? What is it that you claim is yours? The people? Their souls? What?” she asked, hoping to finally get an answer.

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