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Pontifex Mortis

High Priest of Death and the Robber of Life has finally had enough of this world of the living.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Marcus, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Titles/Honorific’s: The Taker

Height: 6’3”
Wing Span: appears when shown to mortal eyes to be 12 feet long but the wings of this being have no true length.


Equipment and Abilities



Primary Weapon: Interfector - The sword of this being of death is named Interfector, meaning killer, murderer, and assassin. This blade has laid claim in starting all forms of war and has been called upon time and again in order to commit dark deeds that no mortal would darecommence within the eyes of any good deity. Pontifex Mortis wields this blade as a tool to pass on those souls he has deemed worthy enough to lounge within the cold realm that this being inhabits but for those who he does not deam worthy he then sends them to their own proper place within the pits of hell to be judged before the masses. Interfector is not an ordinary blade as it seems to actually excreate poison from the flat and onto ther edge of the blade when held in the hands of someone who truly worships this divine being along with empowering anyone who wields it with dark energies from the deepest pits of the shadow realm. Within the hands of this God and to those who have been deemed worthy they can embue their spells within the blade to create more potent effects so long as the sword is used only in the name of Pontifex.

Divine & Arcane Magics: The divine aspects of the gods are few and many rarely consider that such a being as this would even have access to such heavenly gifts but who is to say that all Gods of light live in the heavens high above? Pontifex Mortis can call upon the light as well as the darkest reaches of the divines and grows more powerful with every soul he has taken or placed under his command. The ability to control the fires of Hell is a simple task but why stop there?

So begins...

Pontifex Mortis's Story

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A dark omen, an evil spirit, and a chill that was invisible to the world would wait and watch for his next meal. Every death that would occur within this bar tonight would not equal out to the one that was about to befall one of the most unlucky patrons within the bar. Suddenly Avaraen would arrive and the feel of deaths hand would rest upon his shoulder. 'Your time has come boy.' A silent whisper spoken from death himself would reach the ear of the poor fool and suddenly the grip he used would feel colder as if to chill the poor man alive. "Any last requests?"

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The room would appear to remain the same for all within the bar but for Avaraen it would change into a voidless abyss with an image that would appear to be death but instead of a scythe he would wield within his right hand a wicked looking longsword that seemed to scream out into the world of the souls that it has consumed. "I am the final judge within this world and no guardian of the light will be here to guide you to the next world!" Suddenly Pontifex Mortis would raise its sword high into the air with both hands only to bring it down slashing the air before it creating another dark void that seemed to suck all within that stood before the image of death.

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Pontifex Mortis would cut the void with his sword only to watch it dissipate and allowing his image to be seen before everyone within the bar. "Death would not know what to do with a perfectly good soul Avaraen." Pontifex Mortis would take a single step forward and bring a Bone like hand right across the flat of his blade. "Come quietly and allow Interfector to slice your skin with ease."

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Pontifex Mortis would take another step only to leave a shadowy print of what appeared to be of nothing more than a glob of blackness. "I hunger." Pontifex would suddenly take another step but this time the gap between them almost appeared right infront of the man with sword raised high about to strike down the poor man. "Any last requests?"

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Pontifex Mortis would turn to look at Avaraen only to bring his blade at the ready only to look upon the mortal. "A request that I cannot and will not fulfil." The dark being would then look towards Luca only to take a single step closer to his target. "An Angel has no authority over my domains so begon." Suddenly Pontifex Mortis would bring Interfector to the neck of the Angel. "I demand your assistance divine otherwise begon as this soul belongs to me."

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Pontifex Mortis would only begin to shout as Avaraen brought his blade underneath his own but with that the dark god would use the momentum to ark his sword at the highest point and bring it down and around as to strike the mortal's side at such speeds that it would all appear to be nothing but a blur to him and if the blade where to strike succesfully it would begin to sweat a strange poison that would begin to fill the wound of the mortal killing not only his body but the soul aswell.

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Pontifex Mortis would quickly bring the blade out from the angels wing and use it to block the attack of his target only to laugh menacingly as both weapons would collide creating black sparks that seemed to dance from the sword Interfector and onto the blade of Avaraen. Suddenly the robe that was covering the deathly visage of Pontifex Mortis would open and an empty void would be there that seemed to replace his body. "Look deep within Avaraen!" The words would seem to echo within the mortals mind almost compelling him to actually stare into the blackness only to witness the horrors of the past within seconds. "Look within and see your fate by falling to my blade!"

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Pontifex Mortis would bring the blade he carried back and then up once again high above its head. "You will be devoured by me like I have down to so many of the people of this world and all worlds, Atlantean!" Suddenly the reaper would stand perfectly still and sink within the floorboards like a strange oil or watery substance.

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Silently the dark being would appear behind Avaraen by seeping out from the ceiling would float behind the man only to thrust his sword forward into the back of his target. "Why would I fight honorable when every time a man kills in the darkness he offers that soul up to me."

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Pontifex Mortis would grip the lifeless husk of a body only to hold it high in the air and remove his sword. "Damn!" The death like being would shout shattering windows and deafening others within the bar that where susceptible to such things only to hurl the husk down and look upon the sword feeling the life that he had just slayed being held within. "I will draw you out for another time my meal." Suddenly the death god would just vanish from the bar and everything would suddenly be restored.

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The bars main room would suddenly grow deathly cold and all the natural light within the establishment would die out as a dreaded immortal would descend down upon the patrons only to remain within the fray of true sight, invisible to mortals but not to the scent of animal like beasts that where present within the city, and with the aura of death itself being so close to the living it would make their hairs stand on end. 'O judgement! Thou art fled to brutishes beasts. Yet I grow weary of these lives that grow within the realm.' The whisper of the deathly God would seem like a breeze giving nothing more than a bad omen to come to the city.

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The deathly God would cross the floor of Gambits bar to pass through chairs and tables only to place a skeletal hand upon the strange dark long sword he carried only to point with his other hand to the immortal girl. "Time does belong to me child of man. Time is not yours." The visage of death would continue to move ever closer only to slowly remove his weapon from the dark leather and bone scabbard.

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"Foolishness is the plight of all who cannot give thanks to their original creators for it is the plight of all but the truly blessed." It would seem that Death himself would take no pause in his slow step towards the girl and when the sword came into the world in full the being would whisper a single name towards his blade and all things would seem to grow darker within the bar and two very large black wings would begin to sprout out from the beings back along with the scent of brimstone and fire. "Interfector will cut down all within its path."

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The faceless being would look at the immortal child and then to the beast who was able to see the divine only to the place a single hand upon the flat of the sword he carried. "Interfector, poison all who stand before me." With a single step the divine god would suddenly move at speeds unheard of only to stop with his blade to the throat of the large beast before his target only to turn his gaze upon the man in grey robes who spoke to him in terms as if they had known one another. "Speak your mind Fate as your time will come soon."

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The deathly visage would keep the blade at the wolfs neck only to continue to hold his gaze upon Fate. "No, not today shall I explain the plans I have for such souls for they taint the realm they call home." The dark being would then turn to look upon the beast he had at a stand off only to bring a single bony hand high and place it upon the creatures head. "And this day Fate shall know what has been put in store for him and all those who taint this world." If the wolf moved or tried to get away from the hand of death the dark being would actually bring the blade to full effect and strike her down raising her back from the dead and making an abomination not seen in some time sense the beginning of time. "Do not move."

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The deathly figure would place a single seal onto the beasts forehead, an image that would be depicted as a small circle with a skull sitting within the center, and it would begin to glow when the dark god would remove his hand from the beast. "Now sit and listen well creature for you 'will' follow what I have to tell you." The command death had given would begin to ring into the creatures mind and he would begin to assert his will upon her only to then turn to look upon Artemis who had spoken to him only to then look towards Fate. "Give me your book fate and allow me to see the time that I know of. I ask this of you for you know my intent."

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All in all Fate was right but there was a twist that the dark god could only look upon and it was the thread that seemed to connect the two and even more humorous was when Fate give his left eye and allowed him to look through the pages. "Fate you offer so much and yet receive so little I wonder why you allow yourself to be walked upon like some child being told that he cannot change the outcome of what is to come and what will." He would then place a single bony finger down upon a single name within the book and look upon the wolf only to smile. "She is fated to serve and act on my behalf and I am afriad to tell you something 'brother' it may have been a gravis mistake on your part but I am not the being who believe me to be." The deathly being would look towards Artemis who was in all actuality messing with the affairs of a domain he had little understanding it but this made the being smile.

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The dark god would turn away from fate who was being quite only to turn back to the wolf and the man who had apparently tried to release her from the seal only to shake his head and look upon the creature. "Your are unknowingly apart of something much greater than your station child and for that your darkest gift shall be released."

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"The embodiment of all things that the shadows hide from the minds eyes of mortal man. You shall be fated to kill the God of Light though you yourself will not lay a single finger upon his throat it will be the taint within that will bring his downfall." The dark God would go back and reinforce the seal upon the wolfs forehead only to place a little bit of himself within her awaiting for her to reach her final destination. "Stand and look before your lord."

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Broke the romance and obscenity rule. I knew about the rule but to be honest I did not care. We kept it in Pm and then I sliped up on the fourth floor of gambits. Needless to say I know breaking the rules is bad but I sometimes feel as the rules are silly.

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Death or so it seemed to be the grand reaper would once again loom over the world looking down upon it from the Veil, a realm between realms here within the multiverse, only to grip the hilt of its longsword and watch from the throne that was claimed in his dark name. "Children, all fools and little to actually claim within the world of Terra." It would speak only to show little emotion within its words besides anger as the deathly figure would take a step closer and summon before it a small alter containing the items that it had taken from the realm only to dismiss them as he took a second to think of what to do. "How does one reach the ears of the deaf?" It would question angrily only to draw the sword it carried from its scabbard only an inch and began to whisper its name. "Interfector, spill the blood of those who are sinful and poison the minds of those who show no shame." The deathly figure would suddenly vanish from his home realm only to enter the world and watch for the natural forces he had called upon to take place.

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"Who dares defile my gate!" The voice seemed to echo in the room while the party was going on outside.

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Tristan could have very well died that night but his amulet just began to shimmer and up in front of him was a demon who summoned with a shield already out to take the oncoming blow only to let loose a deafening roar. "You dare assassinate my general! Your blood, no your life, is no forfeit!" The demon barked out as he drew his sword while the skeletal hand continued to reach for Darien's leg as he did not move from the circle. Tristan just smirked at the attempt as Mammons previous champion learned the same thing when he pointed his gun at the crimelord. "Get him out of the circle before Mortis has his way with the wood-be assassin."

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The demon that stood between Tristan and Darien only pointed his sword at the circle as the skeletal hand began to grab for Darien himself to try to get a grasp upon him while it continued to crawl out from the depths of its home. "He serves me for he was granted to me upon the Demon lord of Wrath. Tell me before Mortis takes you what does that hack pay you?"

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"Then would you humor me?" Tristan placed a single hand upon his loyal soldier only to look to the chanters who stopped their spell and the skeletal figure bellow was sucked back down. "A drink to discuss your loyalties to Mammon as you must know his time is about up?" Tristan just smirked as he had played this game all to often. "A demon lord who looses his fortune has no real sway and what will he pay you for later? Can I ask how you feel about being a disposable pawn?"