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Asher Evans Immortalis

"Happily Ever After is only a minor fairytail to me... It never happened, even after 1000 years."

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a character in “A Long Road to...Where?”, as played by Asher MstrImmortalis

Description

Asher Evans
"How can you kill me when I'm already dead?"
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Personal Information

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Actual Age 1000+
Physical Age 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Nationality: Unknown/Most accurate description is European.

Written Description: Asher is 5"8'. He has white skin whth a light tan, and he has a slight muscle build as well. Asher has silver white hair and two icy blue eyes that can penetrate whatever mask you wear. He wears a dark green cloak that reaches from the bottom of the face to his knees and blue jeans. His shirt inside the cloak is orange with an insignia on the heart area and the back. The insignia is pure black, and its shaped like a fire entrapped in ice. It's also shown on the back of his robe. Asher's eyes move about in every single second, taking in the immediate surroundings. They calculate every movement, every reaction, and every gesture that people make. He gives off an air of authority, wisdom, and the attitude that would say "Stay the fuck away from me if you value your life."

Weapons, Equipment, and Abilities:

Elemental Manipulation: Asher has the ability to control certain elements. These elements include fire, ice, lightning, darkness, and light. There are specific aspects to each element listed that Asher would control.
Darkness: This element is what Asher uses the least. If Asher uses abilities from this element too much, he would black out for a while. The element of darkness is used for creating illusions (that can affect senses other than sight) and to shadow travel in two forms: the first is walking into a shadow and using it as a portal to another place (but there has to be a shadow there), and the second being turning into a shadow and walking on other objects’ shadows.
Light: Asher’s second to least used element. Basically, this turns Asher into the healer of a party. He can easily heal flesh wounds in one second, and it would take him a few minutes to heal broken bones. However, Asher can never raise the dead using the healing properties of the light element. Oh, and Asher can blind enemies and reveal the fake from the real.
Ice: Asher’s most mastered element out of all five. Using this element, Asher can create shards of ice and throw them at enemies, lower the temperature of the room, and freeze an object.
Fire: Asher’s second most powerful element. With this, Asher is able to raise the temperature, create pillars of flame, and form fireballs. And, if he wanted to, Asher can go Roy Mustang and just flick his fingers to send fire at his opponents.
Lightning: An element Asher had obtained later on in his lifetime. Basically, Asher can charge electrical equipment and shoot lightning out of his hands. Can anyone say, Cole MacGrath? Only, Asher doesn’t need to absorb electricity.

Elemental Tags: These tags are used as traps and projectiles, whichever Asher chooses to use them as. They have properties of the five elements that Asher had mastered: light, darkness, lightning, ice, and fire. Fire tags are the simple exploding tags, only they produce a stronger explosion that leaves behind white flames. Ice tags freeze the surrounding areas when activated, lightning tags can create a lightning field. It is also important to note that Asher can throw these tags and suspend them midair, allowing him to fire bolts of lightning at the tags to deflect a bolt into a certain direction.
Chilling Blaze: Asher’s weapon that was used his entire life. It takes the form of a katana, longer than most. The blade is made entirely out of ice, and inside the ice you can see lava flowing within the blade. It shows Asher’s mastery of the elements, as well as allowing Asher to intimidate extremely weak opponents. One slash is said to be so cold that it burns. The sheath that Asher uses with the sword is made from the rock you would see from castle walls. Both of these things are unbreakable.
An old battered cloak: Asher’s cloak that was obtained ever since that day he was made into what he is now. Asher wears it all the time, even if it is ripped or torn. It covers most of his body, and has a hood for the head. Asher always thinks of this cloak as “his favorite”. Usually, Asher would try to fix the cloak the best he can.




Personality

Asher is very cold and isolated. Nothing seems to bother him, mainly because of his vast amount of patience. Asher prefers to be alone. He doesn’t seem to care about petty subjects, such as “My nail broke!” or “I need to go to the bathroom.” Asher is usually quiet, unless he feels the need to speak. Other than that, Asher would usually respond with a nod, a shake, or just closing his eyes and sleep. Asher can also do a lot of tasks, so long as it can be easily be done. His mind sometimes has its moments in which it would show Asher all the experiences from the Middle Ages. These moments are in which Asher is vulnerable and when he would actually show the sadness in his heart.
Asher is extremely intelligent and able to adapt to any time of situation. He is always calculating, and Asher is able to read anyone like a book. Technical stuff like the exact speed of the car, Asher doesn’t know. But when it comes down to “where should I throw this tag to have it stick onto the car?” Asher is able to do just that. Asher studies everything and everyone. Your reactions, your gestures, body language, where your feet are pointing to, and where you are looking at, Asher takes it all in.
In battle, Asher is one of those types that are calculating, cunning, and honorable. He never tortures the opponent unless required to, and Asher always makes sure that there aren’t civilians nearby that the fight might endanger. Asher’s ability to study every movement you make is extremely useful in battle as well, since Asher can make out your battle strategies with ease if he stalls the fight long enough.
To anyone close, Asher will show his true emotions. He can and will love girls. Asher is still that young boy from the Medieval Ages, that young boy who loves to joke around and is sometimes laid back. Asher is also prone to… Er, being vulnerable around cute, sexy, practically any type of girl. However, if there is one thing Asher had promised to anyone close, it would be that Asher won’t let them die, no matter what. Sacrificing himself is not a problem. Turning that person into one of his race is only if the person is willing to. Asher has a sense of responsibility to make sure that his friends aren’t hurt. That, and that he is afraid to lose those that’s close to him.



The Immortalis


The Immortali are a race that was erased in history. It was made by God and the devil, in desperation to protect or destroy the human race during the Middle Ages. The whole race is split into 2 sides, God's side and the Devil's side. Both sides are made from those that had died, and swore that they would defend the humans or kill them. They all get the ability to control and manipulate certain aspects of an element. Sometimes it's a passive ability, such as control of Air allows you to run faster. usually it's open control, like using water and light for healing or creating icicles out of nowhere.

Each side is split further into 3 ranks: the normal, the Elder, and the Master. These ranks each have their own max point of how much you can manipulate. The Master can control the most aspects of each element. However, light does not count toward this restriction for God's Immortali, and darkness is the same for Devil's Immortali.

The entire Immortali race can control the age of their own bodies, and are not affected by the sands of time. Their bodies can withstand many death blows before dying, but anything that is supernatural would mean that the Immortali are vulnerable. This includes angels, demons, spirits, and themselves. Immortali are the most vulnerable to each other.

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Backstory


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Asher was born in a hidden time period of the Middle Ages, one that was ruled by the Immortali. Everwhere in Europe was under the conrtol of the tyrant, Julian Lucifer, the Devil's Master Immortalis. No one was safe, not even Asher. Asher lived in a village hidden deep in a forest. The village was made self-sufficient in order to reduce the need to go outside or to bring in outsiders. For the most part, it was safe for the residents of the small world that they lived in... until Julian cast an eye on them. Everything went to hell after that, as Asher's village was burned to the ground, and not a single resident was spared. This included Asher, who was killed by the leader of the small party of Devil's Immortali himself.

Asher had been revived as an Immortalis after that, along with two other people, both of which are his friends. All three were recruited by a man named Damion Howard, who was the leader of an army of rebels. Under his supervision, the trio trained and became stronger rather quickly. This brought morale to the troops, and the whole army was practically ready to charge into the castle. Then, tragedy struck.

Damion Howard had been killed by a Devil's Master Immortalis, leaving the army in chaos and in low morale. How can they face the tyrant now? They don't even have a leader. There was no hope for them, until Asher, who had been trained by Howard in case something like this happened, stepped up and named himself the new leader of the army, calling himself the "Voice of Treason" against Julian. The army's morale slowly climbed up, and eventually they all had gotten prepared once again. The rebels finally charged into the castle, bringing every single ounce of strength with them. Sadly, the tyrant saw this coming and rigged the castle to explode. Only half the army remained alive after the battle. Morale was low again, many had died, many injured, many mourned. On the way back to the base of operations, the tyrant himself had showed, and killed 1/3 of the remaining army. Enough was enough, and the trio of Asher, Aero, and Eliza had challenged Julian. They won after a hard battle, and the Devil's army had dispersed.

Asher was crowned king, which he actually didn't want. His first order of business was to track down the Devil's Immortali and kill them. The first order was never completed, as the targets had disguised themselves as God's Immortali and sparked a revolt on the humans' side. Asher tried to settle it peacefully, sending in his two friends (Eliza was now his lover, and they had became a romantic couple) to become diplomats. They never came back, as the Devil's Immortali gave the humans a way to kill the God's Immortali's troops. Asher had stepped down from the throne without a word. It wasn't worth it anymore, not to him. He can't injure the humans, but they can injure him. Asher might as well give the power over to them.

And thus, the God's Immortali's reign had ended so soon after it had started. God had hidden away the age of the Immortali, and pulled the earliest "Men in Black" by erasing all of the humans' memories of the race. Only Asher remained, but as a hidden vagrant. The only thing worth living for for him, was the progression of human society. Asher lived through history, fullfilling different roles. A troop from World War I, a slave working in the mines, or a gentleman from Great Britain, Asher lived as many people, but still kept that one identity to himself: Asher Evans.

EXTRA:

Asher did get a girlfriend after the events of the Dark Ages. Eva, a guardian angel, had become his guardian. Eventually, they fell in love. It never did last, even if both were immortal. Sadly, the relationship had gone too far, as Eva had become a Fallen Angel after that. Sad and full of guilt, Asher left her, thinking it was for the best. Asher never realized that she still wanted him close. In fact, his mindset had changed into his fate being "I gain, only to lose it.", turning him back into the cold, isolated shady individual who people usually stay away from.

So begins...

Asher Evans Immortalis's Story

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If Asher had to count the steps he had taken while traveling from town to town, on foot, he would've had to wait 10 seconds in order to fully say the current number. He's lived for 2000 years, at least in his perspective. He was practically the only person left from that thousand year era in the time period now known as the Medieval Ages, something in which Asher is never proud of. As Asher walked into no destination whatsoever, his mind began to reel in bittersweet memories from his life and the first fwe decades after his actual death. Most of those memories, however, were painful, and the events shaped him into what he is now. Asher didn't even track what the settings looked like, which had changed drastically ever since some idiot ran him over on a random road in a lone village, causing Asher to make an illusion of a corpse and run away from the damned town of drunks to start a new life as either a baby up for adoption or a unknown young teen.

Either way, Asher didn't care anymore. Body, mind, soul, they were all used to this kind of traveling. It was only when dust hit his eyes did Asher raise the cloak he was wearing to shield them. Asher looked around and saw that he was now in a lone road. Nothing was near it. No houses, no carriages, nothing. Not even a single person. Just dust. What is this? Asher thought. Did I truely die? His suspicions weren't correct, as Asher could easily feel the pain of poking himself with his own sword.

Asher looked around again. No one. Nothing. He sighed. At least I don't have to worry about food or shelter. The Immortalis thought. He exhaled deeply and kept walking. This isn't normal for him, but it's normal for abnormal events to occur around him. Asher was never surprised anymore.

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"Excuse me? Sir?" A voice interupted Asher from his sudden flashback, white was helpful because it passed the time.. The silver haired cloaked man looked up, controlling the wind so the dust won't blow into his face. Asher sighed and searched for the speaker. To his right was another person who was cloaked similarly to him. Asher examined the stranger, but couldn't do it because the stranger was in a cloak.

Asher stared for a few moments, trying to determine what to do. Reluctantly, he decided to stand around and talk to the stranger. "Hi." Asher coldly replied. "You know where I we are right now?" Probably not, since she was just standing by the mysterious road. Then again, it's probably better than standing there and staring at the stranger like an idiot. Asher looked around. Nothing changed from before, except the person. However, Asher eyed the person's shadow, which acted like it had a mind of its own. Asher kept this in mind, as he deduced that the stranger was a shadow manipulator, or however anyone calls them. Many Devil's Immortali used the shadows as his/her power for darkness as well as God's. Asher fought alongside and with them, so he should expect a lot of things from this shadow user. Asher kept one hand upon his hip, as that is where the handle of his sword is at. For reinforcement, he lowered the temperature, a clear sign of warning the stranger that he will attack if he/she were to come at him. "More importantly, who are you?" He said, his breath able to be seen from his lowering of temperature.

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The stranger lowered the hood of the cloak. Under it was a woman's face, and a beautiful one at that. She had brown hair, and, like Asher, had a very unique eye color- a pair of deep purple eyes. The dust began to settle, but Asher still refused to take his down and reveal the face underneath. "Sorry... No, I don't know. You'rethe first person I've seen in months." She responded, shrugging. Asher took note that the shadow began to become darker, as if preparing even more in case Asher striked first, or maybe it would strike on its own. Asher can read humans and creatures like a book, but not shadows.

Asher then looked at the woman in front of him, who clutched a pendant on her neck. "My name's.... Persephone. Who're you?" Persephone seemed to be shy, as she had one of those looks in her face. Sensing no hostility or any ill intent from her, Asher calmed himself down. He didn't trust her as a close person, but at least he knows that the woman in front of him won't go and try to kill him (which he doubt he can). Asher, like Persephone a few moments ago, reached for his hood and pulled it back to reveal silver hair resting upon an unreadable face. "Asher." Asher introduced himself. "It seems we both need to get out of here... whatever 'here' is." Asher suggested. The temperature slowly climbed back to normal temperature, as Asher let his guard down just a little. Just because he's not going to launch icicles at an incoming enemy doesn't mean that he can't defend himself another way. Asher looked ahead in the original direction he was heading to, with nothing distinguishing in the distance. Asher doubted he was in Europe anymore.

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Asher kept the shadow within his peripheal vision, making sure it didn't do anything to endanger the Immortalis. Thankfully, the shadow only got lighter until it was almost like a normal shadow, save the occasional ripple in its appearance. Asher sighed and looked around him and the woman near him. Still, nothing but dust. Asher could tell that the woman was not an Immortalis, because he can sense these kinds of things. This means that this wasn't some kind of afterlife for Immortali. Then again, if it was, wouldn't Asher see...

No. He can't think of them now. If Asher did think of his old friennds who departed long, long ago, he would most likely end up having a breakdown. Asher cleared his throat as Persephone responded to his statement. "Yes...I was thinking it makes sense to go that way...forward. Maybe we could...ya'know...go together for a bit? If we're headed the same way." She gave a warm smile, trying to support her offer.

Asher thought about it. Yes? No? She might not attack me now, but she might later. Then again, she might be a valuable ally in case if we ran into some... enemies. In the end, Asher chose yes. They both needed each others' help, even if they didn't trust the other person. This place might be dangerous, and might gang up on the two newcomers to this... mysterious place. "Fine." Asher answered, keeping his cold tone. However, it wasn't as blunt and not as cold. "I trust that you won't try to anything that would endanger either of us." He muttered as he began to walk again, slowing only to wait for the girl. The ust began to blow again, but Asher controlled the wind to blow the dust around them. This is as annoying as making those routes along the Silk Road.... Asher mentally cursed. Too bad I only have one person to keep me company.

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Asher walked, his mouth not moving. The oh-so-familiar rhythm of wakling on the road had arrived in his ears again. It's strangely... well, it's undescribable actually. It's a kind of rhythm that you would think is the base of all others. This is the rhythm that made music, that made sounds. Anyone can start singing from this sound of footstep. Beat. Rest. Beat. Rest. Etc. Maybe this is the untold origin of music, that we now hear so much today? You never know.

Of course, it's foolish to think so much of a petty thing such is this. Asher sighed. People need to be so.... so theological about small things. Yes, small things do matter, but they aren't always symbolic. They shouldn't be viewed as a prophecy, or any type of go-

"So... A-Asher... What brings you here?" Asher snapped his head up. "Huh?" He swung his head until he saw Persephone's face. "Oh... Sorry..." Asher said. "I didn't mean to phase out..." The Immortalis looked at his surroundings, trying to think of how he hadd gotten here. Asher sighed and shook his head as he had found nothing. "I didn't come here on my own will..." Asher muttered. "I didn't even notice I was suddenly transported from a national park up in New York."

He turned and faced what he could only deem as forward again. He awaited for Perephone to answer, but noticed something... oddly familiar. There were... trees? Bushes? After hearing but not listening to Persephone's answer, Asher muttered something else... in a tone of intrigue. "Have you seen these trees, before, Persephone?" Asher asked his companion.

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Persephone sighed with relief as Asher made his reply, though frowned a little at his absent minded self contemplation. Was something on his mind? She hoped everything was OK, and met his gaze with her own as he spoke back to her. "I didn't mean to phase out..." That made Persephone smile. It reminded her of her childhood, stuck in some dull, dark, and damp cavern being instructed in the properties of various herbs. She remembered how often she would be clouted gruffly around the head at her lack of attention when she had found herself daydreaming, staring at the single candle that would light her tedious work. She remembered those daydreams, and those early days, with fondness and she found herself smiling to herself at the memory.

Asher spoke again, and she frowned curiously at the tone behind his words, but replied thoughtfully.

"New York? I've not heard of that...well, maybe, once...It sounds nice though" Persephone offered him a befuddled smile.

Transported? She didn't understand...and then Persephone realised. Transported. This time last week she had been walking through the burning deserts, desperate for a trickle of water. She had been lost. And now...She was on this Road, and it was only then that Persephone realised that this wasn't where she was supposed to be, despite the sense of belonging that she felt. She realised with a frown that she was picking at a nail, which had become irritated. She rose her finger and a single grain of sand fell from the palm of her hand. So she had been in the desert recently. Something here, wasn't quite right.

"Have you seen these trees, before, Persephone?" The words snapped her out of her confused reverie and she looked back to Asher with surprise. Trees? Persephone cast her gaze around her, and realised that the mist to either side of the Road was retreating, revealing the haunting shapes of trees.

Alarm bells began to ring in Persephone's mind, but she didn't understand exactly why. She replied softly, wary of others who may or may not be listening to their conversation. "Trees? I can see them... Are you OK, Asher?" She looked up at him, her hand moving instinctively to the little knife she kept at her side.

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Giggles. Laughter. Running around a tiny village in which the only people present were the residents. Playing in the forest, discovering great unknowns and bringing them back for fun. The memories.

"Trees? I can see them... Are you OK, Asher?" Asher snapped back into reality again. There it goes, his mind once more. Back into the world of memories, where everything had already occurred and nothing can ever change. Asher felt a tear well up in his right eye, but the Immortalis blinked and wiped it off. "I'm... I'm fine...." Asher responded, muttering in a somewhat sad tone.

Asher cleared his throat with a small cough, and turned to see that Persephone's hand was near a weapon. "Stand down, soldier." Asher said. "Nothing's come to hurt us.... yet...." Asher's voice was calm, and not the least bit cold anymore. The Immortalis looked back at the wall of foliage, and sighed. "Come.... The road leads into this forest... Might as well venture in... Silently."

Asher began to walk, careful not to make too much noise to alert any potential enemies. Around him, he heard the sounds of nature, ones that was only heard in his age..... Then, Asher heard a flapping of some birds' wings. "That's odd..." Asher whispered to Persephone without turning around. "Birds don't go and fly like that.... and they already knew we were here, so it must be some other person's presence that disturbed them."

As if on cue, Asher heard an all-too-familiar sound. The sound of marching. The sound of foot soldiers. The burning of old wood. The screams. The pain. The agony. No... No, no... This can't be... Asher thought. Suddenly, his feet broke into a run. This can't be happening again!!! Each voice of the chorus of death were etched within Asher's mind. Those were the voices of his closest neighbors. As Asher got closer to the source of the noise, he could see a wall of flames, rising high into the blue sky of day. As Asher looked into the inferno, he could see someone all too familiar. The silhouette itself was enough for Asher to run straight into the flames. He didn't even notice that his clothes weren't affected the least bit of the flames. As the Immortalis got through the inferno, a sword dropped upon the neck of a silver-haired boy. "NO!!!!!!"

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Persephone had been warily looking around the forest, quietly enjoying the peace and quiet of it all, when she had asked Asher if he had been okay, but his response surprised the concerned woman. I'm...I'm fine..." This was confusing, especially when she saw the tear in his eyes. What was going on? His sad voice threw her a little. He had been so gruff with her just a few moments ago, and now this? She reached out to hesitantly place her free hand on his arm, her fingers long and elegant.

Then following Asher's gaze to where her other hand rested on her weapon, she smiled and laughed as he called her 'solidier', and the sound was awkward as she let her hand go limp. But the almost friendly tone was welcome.

"Come...the road leads into this forest...Might as well venture in...Silently"

To that, Persephone didn't have an answer. Though the forest was pretty enough, she got the feeling that all was not as it seemed, and Asher only confirmed that when he whispered his warning to her. She stepped lightly for a few moments after that, but when Asher took off, and ran she was stood, struck dumb. What was going on? This forest wasn't real. She realised just as quickly as the time it took her to run after her companion. Her long legs sprung gently on the ground, covering ground quickly and catching up to Asher, dangerously stood near a wall of fire that buffetted the trees around them.

Persephone swore softly and ran to him, her arms taking him in hers as she attempted to draw him from the burning flames. Burning? She felt nothing from them, and that was when she looked up. Her eyes were wide, frozen, at the screams and then a small silver haired boy was decapitated. "Oh god no" She whispered. That on moment there seemed to last a lifetime, but Asher's scream once more drew her back to reality. The voices were getting closer, louder, baying for blood, and whether they were real or not, Persephone knew that she had to get them out.

Uncertain of who the boy was, but seeing that his silver hair matched Asher's, Persephone once again drew Asher to her and pulled him away, through the fire, and gently, and coaxingly, through the forest. This wasn't right. Persephone blinked away the tears in her eyes and focussed on moving on, taking Asher with her.

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Asher stared at the corpse of the silver haired boy. There he was, Asher's passed self. The Immortalis practically FELT that blow to the head, causing Asher to be decapitated- or at least, when he was human. He couldn't help but start to shed tears. That was the turning point of his life- no, "life" would be the worst term to describe it. Asher was already dead for two thousand years. "Existance" is the right word. This was the turning point of Asher's existence in which Asher could now only gain sadness from losing those close to him. This was the point of no return, of becoming an Immortalis.

Asher suddenly felt an arm grab him and pull him. It wasn't forcefully, but it was more like a "Come on! Let's go!". Asher had no choice but to go with the person who was pulling him onwards and back into the forest. He turned his head to see that he was being dragged by none other than Persephone. "Thank you...." Asher said as they stopped. He couldn't help it anymore. Just that first memory brought him over the brink. Asher cried onto Persephone's shoulder, soaking her robe with his tears. He had never, ever managed to cry like that for a long time...

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Persephone had never been so surprised in her life. First, the...scene...that had played out, and now Asher cried into her shoulder. His tears spilt hot and salty onto her shoulder, and she held him close. Her arms wrapped around him, comforting, and soothing. Her heart ached with compassion as she heard him whisper "Thank you....", but she kept herself silent, and held him as he cried. She didn't understand what had happened, but he obviously knew the white haired boy. Perhaps he was a relative. A close friend, maybe. But she didn't think about it. Persephone brushed his silver hair back with her fingers as she vaguely remembered someone doing to her once when she had cried.

What was going on? Asher had appeared so strong, so unmoveable before, and now he cried. Big, fat tears, rolling down his cheeks to spill on her shoulder. Persephone had no idea what he had seen in that boy, but she understood it had hurt him, and she understood the concept of pain.

"It's alright, Asher..." She murmured. "It's okay..." Persephone pulled away just far enough so that she could see his eyes. Her own violet hues were dark with the shared pain of her friend, and she placed a hand gently on the side of his face, keeping her other around him. She continued murmuring soothingly "It's gone, Asher"

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Asher wept in the arms of his companion, whom he barely knew. How many times had this happened? No one can be sure. What was obvious was that the event had shaken up Asher way too well. Only Asher knew who that boy was... Who was the last person to be killed in a burning village. Himself. No one can understand. If they experienced the pain of the Immortalis, then they would know. If they knew the pressures of leading an army, and then the sadness of having the army decimated, they would know. Losing everything they would gain? Maybe a lot of people in the modern day society with all their gambling would know.

"It's alright, Asher... It's okay.... It's gone, Asher." Persephone mothered Asher. The Immortalis cried even more at this statement. She doesn't understand. No one does! She can never understand that it was me.... Who died... That it was that last blow... that turned me into what I am! Asher thought as he dug his face deeper into Persephone's shoulder. The Immortalis kept crying for a few minutes, maybe even hours. It was hard to tell the time because the sky refused to change. With one last cough, Asher broke away from the embrace. "I'm sorry..." Asher muttered. "I'm sorry for my behavior....." He looked down onto the ground, as he was unable to keep that icy mask anymore, not after what he had just did.

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Persephone somehow found a smile as Asher pulled away. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry for my behavior" She shook her head and stepped forwards. She was no stranger to pain, and although she didn't know the significance, she could still sympathize. She looked at him, and without wanting to make him feel worse, placed her hand once again on his cheek, guiding his gaze to meet hers once more. She offered him a gentle smile "Don't apologize...That was pretty... horrific. I don't blame you, Asher" She glanced behind her again, but where the forest was, the mist had hidden it once more.

Her touch was cold, and she herself shook a little. Something of the time it was now, or perhaps it was just what they had just witnessed, chilled the air around them and she sighed and looked back to Asher.

"How about we stop here for a bit? Take a break. I think it'd do us good" She grinned, more to hide her own nervous shaking than anything else. She took Asher's arm, and guided him to the side of the Road, where she then sat. At least, despite the cold, the ground wasn't damp. "We can move again in a bit"

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"How about we stop here for a bit? Take a break. I think it'd do us good" Persephone grinned. However, Asher could see that she was shaking in the inside. Why? Even Asher was shaken up by what the couple had witnessed. Asher sighed as Persephone grabbed him on the arm and went back to the road. "We can move again in a bit." Persephone said.

Asher nodded at this. He was always shaken up by his own memories, so Asher was used to it. however, he wasn't sure if Persephone could actually take seeing his own memories. Asher mentally sighed. I hope I won't experience anything else like that.... Never again. Asher thought. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a large BOOM!. "Heh.... Damion Howard...." Asher smiled a bit at his own mention of his mentor. "Don't mind it; I think it might be apart of the illusion...." Asher said. His mind went back to the same exact scene. Damion Howard, the army leader against a tyrant. When the tyrant ordered Asher's village to be burned down, Damion was the reason as to why Asher survived being an Immortalis. Damion, the first Master Immortalis of God. Asher shook his head and looked down in reminiscence.

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A loud BOOM resonated across the Road, sounding as though it originated from the mock forest they had just come from. It made Persephone visibly jump, and she grimaced as she ran a hand through her hair. She barely noticed as Asher spoke "Don't mind it; I think it might be a part of the illusion..."

She took several long moments to collect herself, putting her thoughts in order. So. Firstly, there had been some sort of illusion. It was likely a memory of Asher's, which implied that the Road was starting to either make them crazy, or show them things they didn't want to think of. Secondly, it had been the memory/illusion of a young boy with silver hair being killed. There had been shouts and screams, and men and women baying for blood. Persephone shivered a little There had been fire, and they had simply ran through it. This increased the chance that it was an illusion of some sort. Finally, it had upset Asher. A man that she had thought was strong - mentally and physically, and now it appeared that either he wasn't...or it had been a memory of his that was particularly painful. Persephone thought the latter was the more likely. That...made more sense. Well, it wasn't 'sense', but it was some order of thoughts.

She looked back up to Asher, and exhaled softly after taking a calming breath. "So...That was different" She attempted a small smile as she sat next to him on the ground, drawing her knees up, and wrapping her arms around them. As Persephone looked at Asher, she rested her head on her knees. "What was that?"

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Asher sighed as his mind went through all the memories he had as a member of a rebel army. Damion trained him hard, up to the extent of practically decimating Asher's physical health if he was still a mortal. After all that, it paid off in the end. The Voice of Treason could only wish that Damion was still alive... Maybe then the siege and invasion of Julian's castle would've succeeded.

"What was that?" Persephone asked. Asher raised his head a little and looks=ed at her, putting on somewhat of an indifferent face. Exhaling before he said anything, Asher responded with "Howard rescues me." To anyone who doesn't know Asher, personally, that statement wouldn't make any sense at all. To those who knew of Asher's past, they'd understand exactly what was going on.

Asher walked to a random tree and began to lean on it, closing his eyes. He needed to escape this place. It was just too full of his memories as a mere human. Then again, they were probably the happiest out of all the memories in his time of existence. After a few minutes of staying silent, Asher asked the question. "So... shall we depart again?" He asked.

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Persephone watched as Asher exhaled and replied, frowning slightly at the riddle that was his answer. "Howard rescues me." She had no idea what he meant, or whether he was still mentally sound after whatever had just happened. Persephone didn't know, and a part of her was in despair because of it. She then realized how little she actually knew of her companion and wondered if that was a good thing or no.

When Asher went to stand against a tree, she wondered if he truly was well. From within her cloak she drew a small flask of water, which she took a small sip from. Standing, she then approached her companion and offered it to him with a slight smile. She hoped that this would all be over soon. Sighing, she then nodded to his question, and wrapped her cloak around herself tighter. "Yes, we should probably go."

And so she did, continuing down the road that she was beginning to hate. Strangely, she wasn't actually tired, but the road itself was dull, and forward, and was full of unpleasant surprises. She waited for a moment for Asher to catch up.

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As Persephone stood up, Asher opened his eyes once more. He nodded at Persephone's response and gave a nod of thanks as he took the flask of water an took a sip. Asher then proceeded to give the flash back to her and followed his companion into the road. Already does the Immortalis start to hate this road. Not only is it way too quiet for his tastes, Asher always have a feeling that something would come from the sides and attack the couple- wait, they weren't a dating couple of sorts.... They were more of a traveling duo. Besides, Asher already experienced something from his personal life. If this place can do that, Asher needs to keep his guard up.

Right behind the traveling duo, a familiar figure walked out of the forest. The figure smiled as he saw the duo, and the mysterious thing walked back into the forest.

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Persephone walked beside Asher for a while, and the mist began to part slightly. She didn't notice the figure behind them, but did turn to grin to her friend as the Sun began to beam down on them. This automatically gave her step more spring, and a small smile on her face, and an entirely different side to her was exposed. She was happy, in the warmth and the light, and her eyes flashed teasingly as she spoke to Asher "So...Things are starting to look up" Persephone grinned and stretched, enjoying the invigoration.

She found that with the sun, she was enjoying the walk a lot more. She found herself looking to Asher more often, hoping that he would be as grateful for the change in weather as she was. Although the sun beamed down on them from above, the mist around them was unnaturally persistent, and she knew then that the sunlight was simply a trick of the Road. But, at that moment, she couldn't care less. The feeling of warmth was almost too good to believe.

Slipping her cloak from her shoulders, she chose to carry it, and expose her scarred and tanned arms. Her white shirt beneath was tucked into her leather trousers, subtly showing her more feminine side. Persephone kept her guard up, but she still allowed herself this enjoyment. It reminded her of the weather on one particular afternoon, but she ignored the unpleasant memory, and continued walking.

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Asher continued to walk in silence. The day was beginning to end, as the sun continued to stay in the sky but now starting to set, raining down its rays of light and heat upon the road and everything on it. The fog was still present, something Asher was starting to grow worried about. As the duo was still walking, Persephone began to... act different. She grinned and stretched, saying that things were "Starting to look up." She seemed to enjoy the walk a little more now. Asher couldn't comprehend what it was so invigorating about this place. Asher sighed, giving up on the question.

Asher noticed that Persephone was looking at him more frequently, something that was still strange to Asher. He nearly asked her what was wrong with her, but Asher didn't say it, mainly because it would just be rude. Then Asher saw it. Persephone removed the cloak from her body, carrying it on her arms. she had a white shirt with leather trousers. Persephone had those smaller curves compared to the women Asher saw around the world- at least, his world. That, and the deep purple eyes that can show you an unknown world, had Asher easily attracted to her. Then again, Asher was easily attracted to women in general, but he preferred those with the smaller busts and the smallest of curves, mainly because those are the ones that are most disregard in his world. The unique eyes worked as a magnet to him, and- NO! Asher screamed out in his head. He can't become like this again. Even with the element of light, Asher should never, EVER, succumb to these kinds of things.... He might appear again....

However, it was too late on the outside. Asher had unknowingly kept his eyes on Persephone, a bit too long. No, wait, WAY too long. Asher blushed and stepped back, hiding his face with the hood of his cloak. "S-sorry... for my behavior...." Asher muttered in shame.

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Persephone found herself smiling easily in the sunshine, letting her hair down free for a change. Sure, it wasn't wise, but after the day that she had had, she couldn't care less. Glancing back to her companion, Persephone caught Asher's gaze just after she had spoken "Starting to look up", and laughed as she saw the perplexed look on his face. She understood why. A little bit of sunlight, and she seems a different person. Persephone felt like it too. Well, it was to be expected after being brought up in a series of caves, in a world of men, without sunlight for weeks on end. Time outside had been a treat, given to the best students every two months. So, even now, it was inevitable she would enjoy the daylight. But that was a lot to explain to anyone, so she just smiled knowingly and walked on.

For a time, Persephone continued walking, a slight spring in her step, and then she glanced back again at her companion. He seemed to have a strange facial expression as he looked at her, and it made her pause. What was that look? It was almost as though he was still trying to puzzle something out, wondering, but almost...attracted. It made her falter in her step, and it wasn't until he spoke that she understood. "S-sorry... for my behavior...." He had mumbled, and although she suddenly realized what he was apologizing for, and as much as it surprised her, she smiled and shook her head, blushing a little.

She laughed nervously, running a hand through her hair as she often did when she was unsure what to do, she went to speak, and then laughed again. Growing up in the caves, in the world of men, she had received certain attentions. Not a lot, and not often, but it was something that she was familiar, if not immediately comfortable with. However, she had never felt the same for another, but there was something different this time...maybe. Acknowledging this sent her head reeling, and something inside her fluttered, giving her a giddy lightness that not even the sun could achieve.

She felt a little light headed as she tried to formulate a reply. Taking a breath, Persephone attempted to form a calm response. She walked to him as she spoke, blushing even as she did. "Um...Asher..." She paused to stop herself from nervous laughter, and offered him a small, shy, awkward smile instead "Asher, it's OK...I don't mind" Her arms wrapped around herself as she stood before him, not sure what to do with her hands, and her violet eyes weren't quite sure where to look. After she had finished speaking, she bit her lip uncertainly, looking at Asher uncertainly.