Nox's Story

Mortals.

The Mother laughed, musically, as the lycan seemed to be thinking with the wrong head....most men did. His lust was apparent, and it had been a while for her, way too long. They did still come the way she remembered, didn't they? Young Dumb and full of-

"Dearest Lilith Mother of Monsters! I have come to kill you by the order of his supremacy Baron Praxus!"

"For fuck's sake." she mutters, tilting her head to the side to peer through her hair at the newcomer. He looked rather bedraggled, filthy really. He had been running about in the woods by the look of it, and busy getting covered in blood and crud. He was also here to kill her. Wonderful. This was one of those jokes..wasn't it? "Worm, begone. Lest I loose my temper. Today has been one of the bad ones, and I have only been awake for about thirty minutes.

With that she dismissed the mortal.

His sword though, it gave off a strange energy, one she did not recognize...nor did she like. It would require action. It seemed she would need to dirty her hands today after all. Unless one of her pets wanted to do it instead?

Closing her eyes half way she allowed her mind to touch the closest...OH. Well, this would be quite a show after all. With a smirk she faces the lycan and winks. "Just a moment, I need to take care of this."

Running her tongue across her lips she turns and faces the wielder of the strange sword, "I know not why you come. I know not why you lie, that blade is not of the Baron's making...but I do know one thing. You have made a grave and final error in coming here. I wish you luck, and should you survive...maybe I will play with what's left for a bit."

A quick motion of her hand, a clenching of finger with a swift ripping upward releases something...

Misssssstresssss? You have called? A voice hisses in the minds of those gathered, the sound of dry leaves blown across a wasteland. Something black, seeming made from fluid rises from the ground at Lilith's feet. Man-shaped, devoid of all features..save twin burning green eyes. The being's mass seems to crawl, like worms or tentacles writhing, while light seems to disappear into it's form revealing nothing of it's depth.

"End this maggot, then send your self in all directions. I want the Axe found. Do this, and then you may do as you wish with a city of your choosing. Do not fail me...Nox." she smiled, saying the name. It was one not known well on this world...but elsewhere it still awoke terror. Like the man before her's weapon...this was a being from between worlds. A TRUE monster. A Nightmare

Assssss you wish. The being bowed it's head slightly, before taking a step towards Cauld. It's mass vibrated slightly- excitement, not fear. The mortal had made a grave error. A fatal one, as Lilith had said.

"You're going to want to watch this. This is what happens to those who bother me. Keep it in mind." she said, glancing over her shoulder at Conall. The message was clear. Fuck with her and die.

Crazy.

"You tortured my realm with your games and experiments. You stole from the Void." the man ranted, becoming some kinda...thing.

...It'sssss wrong to kill the handicapped...but if it breedssss then it could become an epidemic. Missssstressss shall I begin? the black being inquires, cocking it's head for a moment. The transformed being was kinda neat looking. All the eyes and what-not. The effect was lost on Nox however- it had seen the bleak wastes of the Veil and beyond, it could not feel fear. It's green eyes swept along the figure, taking in it's mass and stance. The fight would be a quick one. They usually were.

Lilith sighed. This person was crazy. Why did she seem to be attracting the crazies?

"I have no idea what you are talking about. You die for no reason, how cute. Nox. End this." Lilith was loosing interest, a crazy person? Some kinda sword creature? Rants and raves about her 'stealing' from some place called the 'void'? The only thing even resembling that was Nox...and it came to her willingly. This man was either mistaken...or a fool. Either way he was dead.

Nox moved.

To say he flowed is easy to imagine- he was fluid in mass. One step became a flowing glide, Nox's form sliding towards the big ol' sword wielding thing, showing no heed for whatever the beast may have planned. By avoiding all that pesky friction and stepping that most creatures needed for locomotion Nox moved pretty damn fast. Zipping along it closed the distance between itself and whatever Cauld had become in the blink of an eye.

As it moved it prepared itself. Mass vibrated, shifting slightly. It was preparing something nasty.

As a creature from between worlds it was used to dealing with horrific things. It had ways to survive damage that would end most creatures on the spot. Nox was going to be a hard nut to crack. Cauld should have picked a better battle plan. Like running away. Too late now.

Cauld saw the creature move and was about to defend but before he bring up his sword the creature was in front of him vibrating like a bee hive. He grunted and stepped back bringing up the sword and letting it wail its mighty scream. The sonic boom of a scream exploded from the blade digging his feet into the ground. The scream wasn't by any means an offensive move but was completely a defensive one creating a form of shield against the strange creature. The armor was holding its place but his body pressed back into the armor. Then Cauld mustered up enough strength to swing the sword and with it the scream at the monster.

The God of Death felt a shifting in his domain, not just the influence of his return but the retreat of another. Something else had been calling The Underworld home during his absence. Arktorius tilted his haunting gaze down to look upon his realm with interest.

"You will forgive me if I do not await the return of our brother. I know his power well and need not a display of it."

With that he turned to his servant Inglip, looming over the elven mage forebodingly.

"You... You have proven yourself to me mortal and you shall receive your reward as promised... in time."

With a wave of his hand Inglip was transported back to his room in the Temple of Malakath to await his prize. This done Arktorius' body began to resonate blueish black energy as his body shifted from the world of men to the nether. It shimmered and faded from existence only to reappear in a place of pure unholy disbelief. Mountains of ice jaggedly shot upwards from the groud and stabbed the sky of the world below in response to the return of it's master. The deathly wind howled in triumph, bringing with it a frigidness that could freeze the blood in the veins of any mortal. The dead all chanted his name in ghastly worship of their master. The Underworld, the seat of power for the King of the Damned and yet, another sat on the throne of the Void. A demon in truest form sat shaking in terror at the return of the true king. Arktorius stared up at him with his haunting blue eyes smoking with pure power. As with the rest of his realm the throne itself changed in response to Malakaths presence. The throne of skulls froze over and encased itself in unforgiving ice. The false ruler who had taken up residence in the realm of the dead was restrained by the throne he so carelessly claimed for himself, the ice forming over his limbs holding him enthralled. Arktorius moved slowly, his footfalls were like the steps of doom as he made his approach. The dead all howled in unison at the slaughter that was to come. The Master of the Void, King of Death and Darkness stood now, looming over the creature with displeasure on his face.

"Usurper..."

He said, his voice a haunting whisper. His hand shot out and wrapped around the throat of Void Splitter before ripping him from the throne. The ice around his limps shattered under the force and the being hung their limply, dangling in the grasp of the God of Death.

"Show me what mad thoughts led you to believe you could claim dominion over MY realm."

With those words Arktorius Malakath layed the mind of Void Splitter out to bear. For the God of the Underworld to enter your mind it could be painless, unnoticeable if he wished it so. This was most certainly NOT painless. Arktorius flayed his mind as he ripped it open wide. Void Splitter screamed in unimaginable agony as his mind was torn asunder through the simple presence of the Death God entering inside it. Arktorius saw its birth from the void. Witnessed the creation of the blade with the same name. Observed its choosing of its champion Cauld Neth. Then an interesting sight indeed. The champion of the usurper was locked in combat with the Mistress of the Black Lust. She had called fourth Nightmare incarnate and at the moment Cauld was battling for his life. The sight pleased Arktorius as the sting from Lilith's betrayal was still fresh in his mind. Malakath exited the mind of Void Splitter much to the relief of the creature. Casually Arktorius let loose his hold on Void Splitter and allowed him to drop to the frozen ground in a heap. The Master of the Void turned away from him and took his rightful place on the frozen throne.

"Your misadventures amuse me young one. So much so that I shall spare you the fate of oblivion. Infact... I shall reward you. You, who challenges the Mother of Monsters. For as it is now your champion stands not a chance of surviving the next few moments. The blade Void Spliiter he wields is incomplete. Made of you it is not whole.. and must be made one."

Arktorius Malakath rose one hand and Void Splitters body began to glow. Dark energy swirled around him and invaded his very being. The creature of the Void screamed in torment as the essence consumed him and ripped him from Malakath's realm. Arktorius entered then the mind of Cauld Neth, the once champion of the creature from the Void now, if he so chose, the agent of the True Master of the Void.

"Here my voice Cauld Neth. I am Arktorius Malakath, the One and Only Lord of the Void. You're benefactor has graciously appraised me of your current predicament and I grant you a boon. First I make your weapon whole."

As he spoke the demonic blade in Cauld's hands began to shake violently as dark power swirled around it. The being from the Void that had so foolishly thought to claim the throne of the dead for himself was now being inserted into his own creation. Reconnected with what of him lay in the blade all of Void Splitter was now the weapon of Cauld Neth. He wielded all the power of the creature from the void in his hands, a formidable force to be reckoned with for sure but the King of the Damned was not done.

"My benevolence goes further..."

As his words echoed in the mind of Cauld the ground around the bearer of Void Splitter and the Nightmare began to tremble. Cracks formed in the earth and blue light began to eek its way out. Smokey blue essence poured fourth and with it, the hands of the dead. Out of the rifts made between the land of the living and the underworld crawled out a horde of draugr . Undead warriors who have long since died in wars forgotten ages ago. Fearsome ghouls who know not pain or fear but only the need to kill. They hear only the call of their master and the battle drums of war.

"Behold... The dead rise to fight at your side, bearer of Void Splitter. My gift to you."

Arktorius lounged back now, pleased with his work. Lilith would know without a doubt who was at work here. She would soon see the price for betraying the God of Death. She saw fit to aid his enemies and so too shall he aid hers. The battle was now truly about to begin and Arktorius Malakath would watch every second of it.

Scream.

Nox had arrived where it wanted, but the foe seemed to be too afraid to do anything. Anything but scream that is. The blast of sound did more to annoy Lilith and Conall most likely, Nox simply stood there, and waited. Action was coming, it could read it in the tension in the fleshy armor's stance. The grip tightened on the blade's hilt, as all grips do, before the swing begun..and that was when Nox would strike.

I too can scream, fleshy one. Though I am not limited to your range of sound. Observe. the being spoke, before releasing a torrent of sonic power...directly into the mind of Cauld. Nox spoke through telepathy, by accepting the link the first time...allowing the being to speak to Cauld in the beginning...a door had been opened. As the myths of daemons spoke...once you invite it in, it can do as it pleases.

To give the reader an idea on the level of sound burst Nox released within the confines of Cauld's mind, please, read this aside:

"The Tunguska event was a massive explosion that occurred near the Podkamennaya (Under Rock) Tunguska River in what is now Krasnoyarsk Krai of Russia, at 7:40 AM on June 30, 1908. The explosion was most likely caused by the air burst of a large meteoroid or comet fragment at an altitude of 5 to 10 kilometers (3–6 mi) above Earth’s surface. It was measured with the similar impact of a 1000-Mega-ton bomb with a decibel rating 300-315. This is often considered to be the loudest single-event in history."

Nox's sound was louder.

And it kept getting louder.

Cresting at a peak decibel rating of 606 dB if emitted audibly it would cause the ears of those hearing it to simply bleed. Bleed and become dead. The delicate membranes of the inner ear would shatter like sugar glass...useless evermore. Luckily for everyone else...only Cauld could hear the sound. Only HIS mind was effected. Weather he could survive this maelstrom of sound was to be seen- regardless he would come away from this damaged in some way...physicaly or mentally, morale would drop.

The swing of the sword would likely be effected, regardless it would be a simple thing to avoid, swung blindly as it had been- no clear target. Nox simply slid back a step, all the while feeling the ground shift below. Something was coming. Lilith had not summoned back-up...so that meant they were not friends. Good. This meat-bag was proving boring. All he did was yell and flail about.

Can I kill these as well missssstresss? it asked, the tidal wave of sound snapping to silence.

Though she had only felt and heard a minor part of that sound blast Lilith still had a headache. Frowning she took note of the shifting earth and let loose a sigh. "I must be cursed. That has to be it. Some curse that I may never know a moments peace..yes! Kill them. Kill them all." she snapped, her tone beginning to grow harsh. Mother was getting angry.

As the first undead rose from the ground Nox ended it with a single motion- what looked like a spike of it's mass extended from a point just below it's neck...impaling the Draugar through it's skull...and wrenching it from the body. Similar tendrils sprouted, each ending in a devastating point that sliced bone and flesh like cheese paper. Before long the ground was littered with the tatters of flesh, and a few neat stacks of bones. All this in the time it would take the armored man to finish his swing, set his stance and lift the blade for another try- should that be his plan or within his ability after that scream.

Nox was fast. Undead things simply were not.

Standing now, quite still, having spent it's build up of vibrations in that harsh scream, Nox waits to see what shall be next- the flesh bag...or more zombies. It hoped for both. Both would mean more fun.

Cauld stood there in the prison of Void material as the echoing boom rattled his flesh. His ears bled profusely down his head and neck as blood frothed from his mouth. Soon the eyes on the armor stared to close one by one in sheer pain. His knees buckled beneath him forcing him to kneel. He had gone in over confident and under prepared. The only reason he was still sane was because of the Void's hot madness. Finally Cauld collapsed into the dirt his mind starting to grow cold and quiet, he could no longer hear Void Splitter hissing in the back of his skull. He felt the freezing hand of death sliding into his body and he accepted it watching the creature stare at him with such joy in its eyes. Cauld started to close his eyes as his breathing slowed.

"Here my voice Cauld Neth. I am Arktorius Malakath, the One and Only Lord of the Void. You're benefactor has graciously appraised me of your current predicament and I grant you a boon. First I make your weapon whole."

Cauld's eyes snapped open when the words flooded his mind. Then the power came all at once into him flood his nervous system with a shock that sent his body into spasms of a drastic scale. Even in the heavy mantle his body flopped about like a fish out of water. As sudden as it had come the power surge stopped leaving hims twitching in the dirt. After a second Cauld started to pick himself up as burning blue hieroglyphs appeared onto the pieces of armor of the mantle. When he had fully picked himself the eyes had opened, a chunk of the helmet was missing revealing his left eye, and Malakath burned on the crest of his helm. Void Splitter's blade glowed a ghostly blue while the organic material on its hilt pulsed with a new aura of energy.

As the dead began to crawl from the earth when Cauld hear the voice again in his head, "Behold... The dead rise to fight at your side, bearer of Void Splitter. My gift to you."

Cauld swallowed hard as he watched the gray creature dispatch the dead monsters. The creature stared at him and it unnerved him. He had tasted a bit of his power and wanted nothing to do with the creature, but then something slapped his mind with cold intent. It wasn't a familiar feeling something he didn't know how to handle. It was overwhelming, much too powerful for Cauld to take. This was a new form of madness a cold one that froze the original inferno that had occupied his mind's deepest reaches. Before he could stop his legs the pushed him forward at the creature, when he was in range Cauld's arms swung the sword at the monster freezing the air it cut through.

The God of the Dead watched with eerie pleasure as the battle continued. The Nightmare carved it's way through the undead only for more to rise up in the place of their fallen brethren. For every one that fell ten pulled themselves from the Underworld. A fate befallen many an adventurer, hero and demon alike. One Draugar was hardly a challenge for any skilled enough with a blade but ten of them. Twenty, fifty, one hundred, one hundred thousand. To be overwhelmed by the moaning forces of the dead as they come for your flesh was an end many have met to the silent approval of the Lord of the Void. The Nightmare pet of his sister was soon realizing its folly for its tireless work to eradicate the dead only served to bolster their numbers. The horde swarmed around it with wicked looking ancient weapons in their ghoulish hands. Axe's forged eons ago bit into the shifting form of the beast. Rusted blades made in forges long since forgotten to time stabbed the beasts writhing body. Nasty looking bludgeons struck the monster without mercy again and again. The beasts pain pleased the God of Death as he watched on without a word. With the constantly growing horde of the undead fighting beside him Cauld launched his attack with his newly formed blade in his hands. Back in the land of the Dead Arktorius ceased his vigil on the battle with Lilith's creature just long enough to hear his brothers call.

"Brother...YOU have done well brother...Without you, it may not have been possible that we stand in this accursed realm now. When we crush this realm, and the false goddess, the souls of the mortals shall fill your Void, for you to take. The soul of Mora is the only one i require..."

Baron Praxus' voice echoed in the mind of the Death God and a hollow smile of pride etched it's way onto Malakath's face.

"Dearest brother... As passionate as ever..."

He said aloud to no one, his words getting carried away in the cold winds of the Underworld. It was then that his eyes flicked up to stare off into the cold and snow as he sensed the approach of a figure he had not seen since his imprisonment. A celestial being of power that watches over the world. A being of light as well as darkness. The mothermoon herself.

"My Dark Lord, how I've awaited your return."

She spoke, her words a lusty cooing as only a lover can make. Her body adorned with a tantalizing black ensemble. So different from the elegant flowing white one she wore during Arktorius' imprisonment. Malakath's body shifted and became shadow as it darted toward her, speeds unimaginable the Moon Mother was unable to track it with her celestial gaze before he appeared before her. His massive hulking form so different to her lithe, curvaceous one. His hand rose slowly and cupped her cheek as he spoke.

"Luna..."

He said, his voice a dark whisper. She nuzzled her head into his hand tenderly.

"My King of-"

Her words were cut off as the hand that was lovingly caressing her cheek then sent her flying with a rough slap that wracked her body with pain. The Moon mother crashed into an ice mountain with such force, cracks shot up from the epicenter. She collapsed to the cold ground with a whimper as her body trembled in pain.

"You dare enter my realm after that thing you spawned from your womb called itself a God and took part in my imprisonment?"

Arktorious asked, his voice taking on a low and haunting ghost like tone as it drifted to Luna and enveloped her. She gritted her teeth in pain as the blood of the moon dripped from the side of her perfectly lusheous lips and stained the snow of the underworld.

"Words cannot express my shame Great Master of Death. With your absence I lost my way, lost myself. My daughter was a fool. Caylim is... No child of mine if she thinks herself your equal."

The eyes of the Death God glared at her suspiciously. Luna was always much too afraid of him to betray him but during his imprisonment the lack of his dark influence left her free to make her own choices, and her choice was to ally herself with her daughter and the New Gods. She would need to learn her place.

"A fact you can prove to me, in time for when I take Caylim Grace's soul you will have the chance to tell her yourself. Now... what to do with you?..."

He asked forebodingly as he slowly made his way to stand before her. She looked up at him with wanting eyes as her demeanor took on a much more sensual nature.

"Your stresses must be great my Lord after all those years cooped up in that blade, allow me to show you what won me your favor upon our first meeting."

She said seductively as she ran her hands up his thighs to his chest. She started to rise but his cold grip on her shoulder halted her.

"For that.... You should remains on your knees..."

Conall

Any chance of someone explaining things was a lost cause the wolf had decided. So much he did not understand was taking place and he was smack dab in the middle of it all. Just earlier he was enjoying the pleasantries of a little village, now he was experienceing the horrors of Hell it seemed. Maybe he was going mad. Never had he seen such creatures before: living ooze a screaming swrod.. What had he done to witness these things? He was quickly regretting his prior hopes in discovering something new. That which he first thought to be a miraculous blessing had quickly spoiled.

He watched with a grimace as the unmatched battle took place. Ears laying flat upon his head as his legs remained locked. It wasn't only fear which kept him still. Like a patient watching their doctor perform upon them, he was sickly curious to see what would happen next, knowing that even this may be his last hours. The battle, if you could call it that, was horrible and fast. The man, he assumed was insane, went down quickly, playing a fountain for his own blood. He assumed the ink-like creature had some sort of psionic abilities, from the way it spoke and seemed to attack without attacking. Things were definately going downhill. So much for a walk in the woods, so much for getting lucky, no he had to deal with some crazy bastards and living, overpowered jelly..He was getting a headache.

Tearing his eyes away from the others, they flit over to the woman. What was it about the female species that always had to make things complicated?

Changes.

The undead kept coming. Nox could kill them all day, but it was boring. Instead he sends a message to Lilith, and turns to focus on Cauld.

Got yer second wind, eh? Should have stayed down kid. Might have survived. the being sighed into the mind of Cauld, simply watching the man rise, filled with new power it seemed. The armor's damage revealed a human eye amidst all the monster ones- and showed a critical flaw. Timing had to be perfect, aim had to be beyond that. Nox could pull it off though. Let's play a game I invented. It's called Choroidal Melanoma. Here is how it goes..

Nox waited, the other rising and charging- reckless, the actions of a fool. Not bothering to plant his mass before swinging the sword had left the human with a wide open gap in his defense, one Nox planned on exploiting. The sword's magic cooled the air, both before and within it's wake, this would have been swell should the fool prepared his swing better. As it were the beast had an easy solution for the clumsy strike.

With a wet sound the being splits- dividing along the path the blade passes, separating Nox into two halves. Unexpected as this move is, the man's wind swing would pass through and beyond Nox...and into the ground below. The human had no doubt expected impact...resistance from the mass of Nox...but with there being none the wild swing would carry onward, as the charging form rushes to harm Nox. In missing so fully, and in not stopping his head-long rush, Cauld had screwed the pooch- the sword would become stuck in the ground for even a moment, as the forward momentum of it's wielder would push it's point in slightly deeper. Stopping the rush. This would also require the man to pull the sword free, a simple action- but one that would take even a second to accomplish, before bringing it to bear upon things once more.

Divided as it were, the two halves of Nox remained connected through a shared link- It was still one mind, one being...just divided; Left Nox and Right Nox.

Already however the halves were in motion.

As sure as one knows time stops for no man...time had not stopped as the fool swung and missed, his steps carried him into a carefully planned trap...that sprung just as his exposed left eye was in range.

Right Nox(Cauld's Left) twisted into a spire and extended. Faster than an average arrow's shot, faster even than those cumbersome blunderbusses the Dwarves worked on, the spike of mass snapped upward...on a direct path into Cauld's eye. Even should the human somehow dodge the killing blow of taking a spike through the eye and into the brain, Nox was sure to leave a mark. The sharpness of the twisted point was immeasurable with even the finest glasses Atherea possessed- one would need higher tech to see the microarray of ridged edges and sharp scales coating the spike. Even a glancing strike would be enough to shred steel like paper.

But what of the zombies?

Lilith had heard the whispered message of her servant, and nodded a slight agreement. It was time for her to dirty her hands.

While the horde of undead may have posed a challenge for a monster even such as Nox..they were leaves in the wind once Lilith got rolling. Wet sounds fill the air, as an extra pair of arms erupt from her sides, her long legs fusing into an armored serpentine body while her wings slid out further to become a set of bat-like limbs. She was grinning savagely as she turned to face Conall with a wink.

With a scream of pure joy she fell into the throng of undead, her powerful limbs sweeping through groups of two or three at a time. Mighty sweeps of her tail took away heads, limbs and torsos with the barest of effort. While she was a goddess of passion and sex...one should never forget that violence and passion, violence and sex...the all share a thin red line. Lilith was that red line.

Far to soon, and far to easily she was done...twitching heaps of flesh and bone littering the ground about her, as she pouts, "They always finish before me..." her voice husky with restrained emotions. Killing always got her excited..and left little to satisfy her. A pity. Her eyes find Conall again...he DID want to get lucky before, she thought with a grin.

Conall

As if things weren't bad enough, now he had to deal with living corpses? The once pleasant air now reeked with the smell of decomposition. He snorted and shook his head, but nothing could be rid of the overpowering stench. He had just about had enough of this. Things were already out of hand, now even the earth seemed to partake in the joke, belching out a continuous flow of death. The ink-being, of course, seemed to have no problem fighting off the horde. Not much could be done against something which had no flesh, he guessed. Though, with the amount of dead which was sprouting, he wasn't sure the creature would be able to handle them all- which sucked for Conall because he didn't want to go anywhere near those things. It took a bit of time, but it seemed he was finally able to absorb his recent situation- he was in Hell. That was all there was to it and now that he understood his predicament he could react justly. His legs, though a bit shaky, found movement one more and took to slowly retreating towards the woman. In the event that death wasn't eminent, at least he had the possibility of something good coming from this. Who knows, maybe acting as a bodyguard or savior of somesort would score some points. Chicks were always grateful for a little help here and there and rewards were a beautiful thing.

However, to the wolf's dismay, it seemed she too would partake in the nightmarish scene. What once was a body of awe-inspiring beauty transformed into a terrific daemon of somesort. He yelped as she sped pass him and threw herself into the mix. Her violence left nothing unscathed and her laughter quickly overcame the disgusting wet moans of the once more dying dead. He slumped watching the mayhem take place, all fantasies of the woman shattered. She wasn't just some beauty, or a simple summoner, she was a beast herself. Why couldn't things just be simple for once? No, the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon was also the most terrifying.

"They always finish before me..."

He shivered at her comment. Hints of sex coming from that body..was awful. Just awful. He could never have sex again witnessing what he had today and that angered him greatly. As if women weren't already enough of a pain in arse, now every female he'd come across he'd have to think twice if they were some sort of horrific beast or not. He watched the twitching displays of meat which surrounded the female in a mixture of awe, disgust and fear. He really hoped he wouldn't be added to bloody soup. It was then she locked her mischievous eyes with his and his insides twisted. Then again there were worse things..

(Sorry for the delayed post)

Cauld watched the creature split and his sword smashed into the ground. It was stuck pretty well. He knew he had to get free quick but he was connected to the sword physically. He struggled, grunted, and cursed at his lack of thought. Then it happened before Cauld even knew what was happening. The spike of the half creature shot towards his eye. It stopped for a second pressing against a magic barrier. As he watched the spike his eye twitched and his pupil contracted to a tiny dot. The spike pierced the barrier and shot into his eye, through his brain, and out the back of the helmet. The spike retreated unleashing a spray of blood from the hole and taking his eye with it. Cauld dropped to his knees then to his face as blood pooled around body. His Void Mantle stopped glowing the blue runes then burst into blue fire slowly burning away to black dust. Cauld's last thought was still of his foolishness and how he'd never should have challenged the god. The last breath left Cauld's body in the pool of blood. Void Splitter rested in the ground it's eyes closed and the magic fading.


The Void
Cauld's spirit sat next a pillar of ice his back leaning on it. His knees were brought to his chest and his arms holding them. All his tattoos were gone, his skin had returned to its original pale alabaster white, and his one eye was now just regular blue no longer burning with magic. The now gaping hole of his left eye cried a waterfall of crimson blood down his cheek. He no longer had clothes and he was freezing cold. He sat there staring at the permafrost of the ground eternally feeling the foolish regret he had at his death. Soon a brilliantly white fox came and stared at him. Cauld looked at the fox and sighed.

"What do you want fox? What would anything want with this fool?" He looked back down sighing again.