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In the Darkness, there is Light...You are now entering that Light, the darkest Light you will ever witness...
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The actual space that the beam would stop was an open room that had tiles that stretched on for infinity. Fifty feet north of the beam was a black and crimson throne made of bones and a short stand that almost looked like a birdbath. This is all that is here until certain beings arrive.
The actual space that the beam would stop was an open room that had tiles that stretched on for infinity. Fifty feet north of the beam was a black and crimson throne made of bones and a short stand that almost looked like a birdbath. This is all that is here until certain beings arrive.
"I suppose whoever this is would like us to approach him like a god." Merek remarked to Aeson.
"Yes but we should approach with some caution, I do not trust this place or whomever owns this place." Aesons voice stoic and a bit cautious.
The two still moved forward. Aeson with staff out and Merek sword and shield in hand as they approached the the throne.
"He is here!" The orb chimed as it was pulled to the small stand next to the throne.
Three stone claws wrapped around the orb on the stand and locked it in place. The pupil on the orb looked straight up, placing the three stone claws at an equal distance apart on it's pupil. The orb began to release the same miasma as earlier, but only enough to surround the throne. As the miasma engulfed the throne, crimson roots began stretching through the black tiles. These roots did not break the tile because it was if they were in the tiles. These roots stopped at the feet of Aeson and Merrek.
Inside this miasma, a crimson light could also be seen glowing. Within seconds of this lights first sight, the roar that was heard in Castelia City from the vortex at the beginning of the storm, was heard once again. Following this roar was what sounded like chains and armor clashing together. And then it was quiet. There was no sound, not even that of Merrek's armor clanking together.
This silence kept it quiet while the miasma kept moving around the throne. Whatever was coming was here, but what?
"You don't suppose he's just a cheaper mage than you are Aeson?" Merek said with another chuckle as he looked at the miasma.
"He doesn't feel like some conjurer of cheap parlor tricks. Be patient he will show himself eventually." Aeson's voice rather monotonous.
Now the wait began for the two to show who had summoned them to this realm.
The crimson core pulsed and a voice was heard. This voice spoke in an omnipresent tone, not coming from any specific direction,
"Aeson Marow... Merek Hawes... You have been summoned on this day, by the command of the White Sun, under the presence of the Demiarch Empire... Do you have any idea why you have been brought here?"
When the voice finished, the crimson core in the miasma began to to take a shape, but made no effort to hurry. Whatever it was forming into was no small being or creature, and nine times out of ten, it wasn't going to be weak either.
"No we have no idea you promised power but that is something we already possess here. I suppose you either want us to do something for you or you're simply going to try and absorb us." Aeson responded glaring a bit at Merek who simply stood.
The two continued to watch the miasma Merek more relaxed than Aeson seemingly off guard.
The crimson core was finally taking a true shape, and it was in the shape of a large, eight foot tall man, with no description yet. The roots on the ground pulsed faster now, doing what they were there to do, and draw the power it took to summon this creature. The black miasma began to bond with the crimson energy, taking on different shapes and turning into solids, as if it was morphing into armor.
"I have offered you a chance at power. I don't absorb people, I erase people from the Book of Creation. This means I kill your soul, your energy, and your physical presence, allowing no chance to ever be reincarnated by the White Sun... But this is something that none of us want."
The purple sparks from the miasma began to appear on the crimson figure, pulling the miasma to the body. Armor could be seen, but it's color or final design was undetermined, just the shine of it and positioning on the crimson body would be enough to moderately identify it.
"Aeson, I have summoned you because you have a desire for power, but not for tyranny...You are a sorcerer to some or a summoner to others. I would like for you to become a sorcerer for me..the vessel of Demiarch magic...
Merek, your duty will be to carve the way for Aeson. You shall allow no harm to come his way, for without him, you are nothing but a sword and some steel... Even so, IF you two will accept my will, and accept the Demiarch as your new power with full faith, I will guarantee you powers that could crush a universe in the split millisecond of the thought you had to do it..But it will take your faith.."
"Now the power seek comes on in spell weaving or the such but to improve the well from which we draw our power and how we focus it. The larger the well we have the more powerful our own magic will develop. Both Merek and I will accept it your offer." Aeson silenced himself after that looking forward from beneath his hood.
The crimson figure stopped glowing and turned to a metallic black. A purple light began to glow in the center of it's chest and spread like veins that would be outlining his definite figure, which would finally reveal what this figure really was.
A sound was heard inside the mind of the crimson figure. Unlike the voice, the creature spoke out loud in the omnipotent voice, "Eye of the White Sun, what do you see for these two, is their faith sincere and their minds humbled?"
The sound was in the mind of the figure again, but this time it questioned the question.
The figure did not speak again, it would just continue it's metamorphosis into it's true form. The throne was now visible again, and the miasma was slowly thinning.
He looked over to Merek whose face was still concealed by the helm his own reaction hidden except for the fact that he was staring at the figure. Knowing Merek he would rather fight to prove his strength than willing submit but then again he could just as easily go along with things as they were.
Aeson waited in silence while Merek stood rather still like a statue, the time continued to pass Aeson keeping himself calm and stoic while waiting for the armored man to speak.
"OH what was the offer again?! If Aeson accepts so do I." Merek started out of nowhere with a tone of voice like he just returned to reality.
In the blink of an eye, the roots that had been draining the magics out of Aeson and Merek, would now grasp Aeson's legs and begin their trip up his body. He would realize the texture was like that of flesh, while the roots were sliding through the cracks in Merek's armor while wrapping around his armor. It was a quick movement, and already being placed at their feet, there would be no time to avoid these muscular roots.
"Do not fret, you will feel nothing in this place. Embrace this moment and take your power. Here in the moments to come, you will be ready for your quest...To conquer...To lead...to see the the golden streets of the White Sun."
In the moments to come, if they did not fight it, the muscular roots would fully engulf the two beings and take the shape of a giant orb shaped muscle. The gold liquid that was running out of the roots would fully coat the orb. The orbs would then begin to reveal a giant sideways Star of David that was a glowing burgundy color.
As the Star of Luciphael began to shrink, the gold liquid began to let off some sort of magic in the form of a vapor. This vapor would begin traveling to the figure in the throne whose form was still coming to shape. What was happening here was the beginning of a new era, the Demiarch Era.
The being lifted his right hand, revealing a black armor glove that extended up his forearm seven inches. Out of the tips of his fingers were black claws and on each knuckle there were smaller spikes extending. In this hand a large, nine foot glaive appeared in it with his hand at the base of the four feet, six inch, double blade on the glaive. This glaive was white and gold. The blade was a glowing pearl white that had a two inch strip of gold running down the center of it with engravings on it. The gold would run down to the three foot handle in the center of the glaive. The pole still extending the remaining distance was the same white as the blade.
"I am here..."
The miasma still surrounded the throne, leaving only the front visible. He would rise from this throne and begin walking towards the two orbs. As he moved forward, his skin turn to a golden color and the spikes on his shoulders began to morph. The spikes shifted to the shoulder blades and began to extend. The spikes were morphing into a black scaly wings with a span of twenty-two feet. The closer he got to the orbs, little feathers began to poke out of the scales, growing.
Demigrem reached the orbs and stopped a foot in front of them.He tensed his right forearm and his glaive morphed into his arm, disappearing for now. He then lifted both his hands, still with claws, and placed his hands slowly on the orbs, taking in the moment. As his palms touched, a metallic purple lightning spiraled around his arms, and straight into his wings. The feathers fully extended as the lightning hit them, covering the scaly wings from the body to the tip. They would glow in a purple, blue, black, crimson, and green, like those of a raven, depending on how the light hit them. Mainly tho', these feathers were seen as black.
"This one...He is loyal, but he will try to be loyal to two masters. We will see...And this one, he is capable and will fight for his reasons to the end, I do hope he can stay for awhile..Their chance will come in minutes..."
The gold material that engulfed the orbs that contained Aeson and Merek began to become covered in glowing purple fractures. The one containing Aeson would begin to let go of the white material, showing the muscular roots within. The roots would then begin to unravel and spread out like a flower. The gold liquid within would hang from the roots like a goo.
Eventually Aeson's head was visible. The roots that had contact with Aeson were shriveled and dead, turning to dust as they released Aeson's body. So far, physically, a person could see no difference. Aeson would have the feeling of the power of a sun running through veins, steadily growing, knowing no limit.
Aeson would get to see Merek's casing, what he was also in. Demigrem would say nothing, knowing Aeson would be more interested in Merek's arrival and how it would spit him out. The only difference is, Merek's orb was not dead in the middle like Aeson's.
"Welcome." Spoke Demigrem with his wings and back facing the two.
The original orb that took place next to the throne was back floating around. It would move towards the two who were standing in their cocoons of the sorts. The orb would then move back to Demigrem, "It's time to send some Demiarchal's. They've accepted us."
Demigrem nodded to the orb, and the orb vanished again.
"Would you happen to be letting Merek out any time soon? I doubt he enjoys being wrapped in too many layers which is contrary to his choosing of clothing." Aeson replied heavily to the welcome as he drew in air.
"So is this the boss we're suppose to fight?" He looked at the figure in the black garb glowing a crimson color. He completely forgot the reason they were here it seemed or was simply making light of the matter.
Aeson looked over an disapproving gaze to Merek. He turned back to the new figure ignoring Merek as he put both his helm back on and pick up the sword.
Demigrem turned around slowly, showing the two what he looked like, "And you shall call me Demigrem Demiarch, the prophet of The White Sun. I am always there. Call upon my name and I will aid you however is necessary. This is the way of the demi-gods. Are you ready?"
"I do have a question about after our task. When we succeed in this task and slay the fell beast why not have us act as harbingers of your forces. We simply appear at the designated town wreak our havoc confusing and throwing the towns into disarray then your forces appear and take control. Such methods of shock troops have worked well in the past." Aesons tone was serious in all regards he didn't go into the smaller details as he normally would have if present around certain others.
The two waited for a response before leaving the area however they were to do that unless the Prophet was going to send them on their way out.
He would then began to speak to himself, "Find who you have found, take the three back to Castelia City and show them what was going on. Before release, make them open what you found and allow what is inside to see them surrender them to you."
"Merek, would you like a new set of armor? You would look very powerful in a set of Demiarch Royal Armor. I must send Aeson on way. His new garb will be gifted by his Eye of the White Sun." In a very light, upbeat tone, matching Merek's peppiness.
"Aeson, I expect you to work hard with your new powers to plant your seed of chaos in these lands. I want Hell to flood in your glory, so much that it rises from every pore in the Mortal Realm! You know what you must do." And with these words he raised his right hand towards Aeson, engulfing him in a gold spark that would send him to Hell!(OOC: lol, had to use the exclamation point. Never actually sent some to Hell.)
"So what do you say, Merek?" Demigrem said to Merek.
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Aeson at this point went away without a word leaving to go on his assigned mission. He would prove himself quite a capable leader. Merek sheathed his sword as Aeson disappeared, beginning to walk around the room looking around unhindered now by Aesons gaze and stern appearances.
"I want you to bring the being left on Ruula," Demigrem added briefly with a stern tone, "But first, tell me what are they to you and Aeson?"
"Elijin is quite a curious man, though Aeson and I are not to sure if he is a man. I personally think he is a tree but I'm more than likely wrong." He gave a chuckle before continuing on about the other Hemitheoi.
"He is a son of Gaia born of the earth itself. He controls the forces of natures and can bind them to his will. He is one of the more stronger demi gods with me below Aeson and Aeson below another who is below Elijin. We are all brothers in a manner of speaking as well and he is the most stubborn of us when it comes to most things." Merek shook his head as he paced about.
"We are also rather sure he is being helped by Erebus Vogel the second strongest of us. He shares the name of his father and is born from the deepest shadows. He could possibly just need sunlight and it might improve his mood, he's a bit of a buzzkill if I say so. But catching these two and winning them into this would be nigh impossible at least for me to do it alone, even with this new found power." He stopped his pacing and walking to face Demigrem.
He would then lift his right hand up, engulfing Merek in a gold energy. In this energy, Merek would be sent to the grounds inbetween Castelia City and the wilderness. Here is where Merek will meet with the small fleet of tanks being sent to take care of a problem.
Following Merek would be Demigrem. Demigrem would going somewhere else on Ruula, unlike Merek, who was being sent into combat. Demigrem was going to walk his first steps in this universe of the planet of Ruula. What he was going to do was a mystery, but Merek had his duty.
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