Demigrem Demiarch's Story

The miasma that was coming back through the portal began to fill the air in Demiarch Realm, creating a thick cloud that most could only see between ten to fifteen feet in front of them. Still, even with this miasma, there was no feeling of any kind unless it was personal emotion from the few who will be here. The red beam that shot through the portal finally connected to the massive structure in the center of the area.

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 miasma that was coming back through the portal began to fill the air in Demiarch Realm, creating a thick cloud that most could only see between ten to fifteen feet in front of them. Still, even with this miasma, there was no feeling of any kind unless it was personal emotion from the few who will be here. The red beam that shot through the portal finally connected to the massive structure in the center of the area.

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.

Aeson and Merek came to in the room neither too strained or damaged. The two fighters lowered there arms as there was no orb anymore for them to be placed on but did not let up the magical barriers they placed around themselves as they entered the room. They bot took a moment to look around with Merek making much more noise in his armor than Aeson did in his robes. Both of them stopped on the throne Aeson staring out from under his hood and Merek from within the slit of the helm.

"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.

The orb reappeared and began to circling above the two, pulsing a purple color. The orb eventually came to a stop infront of Aeson and Merrek, gazing upon them with it's eye. The orb shook a little before something seemed to grab it, something like a magnetic pull.

"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?

Merek let out a chuckle while Aeson remained more stoic with his monk like appearance. The two simply stood there waiting for whatever to happen.

"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 miasma began to part in the front of the throne. As it did, small purple sparks occurred. The roots in the ground continued pulsing at a steady pace as they began to morph. Instead of being inside the tile, the tops began to grow from the tile, giving them a physical element.

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.

"Well it definitely wasn't our father wil---." He was cut off rather abruptly by Aeson intervening.

"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.

"You possess no power here. If you fail to believe that, then so be it."

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.."

"I honestly do not wish to be some channel for the magic that another possesses . I can however make the deal of being a servant but I do not wish to be some simple tool in which another entities power flows through me. I have taken my own centuries and millenniums to master my magic, just as Merek has to master the sword and his own specific style of magic." Aeson raised his hand as Merek was about to speak before he continued on to the demon forming.

"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.

"You will not be channeling anybodies magic. These magics will bond with your magic, and your well will become a basin with caverns that stretch in many directions. This is a chance for you to ascend from mortal magics to celestial powers...I want you in the Demiarch Empire as an Orb Master, to summon and lead Demiarchal's. To conquer. To rule lands and ensure that the will of the White Sun is enforced... Deny any previous master and accept yourself as your master, and the Demiarch as your Vessel..."

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.

"I accept the offer." Aesons reply was rather simple his face still shaded beneath the shadow of his hood.

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.

The roots in the tile actually began to crush the tile. Shards of the black onyx tiles shot into the air, pinging off Merek's armor, and snagging Aeson's garb, but nothing serious. The crimson roots flexed like muscle and began to release a golden liquid. These same roots would also begin to move again.

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 two did not have much choice at this point but to allow with neither Aeson or Merek twitching a muscle at that. They simply stood still as the muscular roots engulfed them eventually into an orb. They would not end here that was for sure, neither would allow it nor would those reigning above them.

The vapors began to infuse with the being in the throne. The figure in the throne was finally here. His skin was a crimson red. From his waist, down, was metallic black armor made from some form of stone out of the Demiarch Realm. This armor fit to his body like spandex. His waist and abdominal area was covered by large purple buckle of the sorts that had the Star of Luciphael on it. This belt also fit to his body like spandex. His chest had no armor, just the muscle mass and physical attributes to defend. His shoulders had two large black spikes that extended two feet behind him at a forty-five degree angle and twenty degrees up. His head was adorned by black hard spot that extended from his forehead to the tip of his spine. From his jaw to his nose was covered by a face mask of the sorts that was made of the same black element on his forehead, but was shaped like bones, giving the jaw an exoskeletal look.

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..."

His eyes became visible, coming in as a crimson color. He walked around the orb contained Aeson. He would take his left pointer finger as he drug it around on this side of the orb, creating a cut in the gold material. When he reached the front, he began walking back towards his throne, but stopped fifteen feet from the orbs.

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.

Aeson caught himself in a kneeling position as he was "birthed" from the orb sucking in some air before looking up both at the dark figure and then over to the cocoon that held Merek. His surprise was rather lacking as was his curiosity. Nothing seemed to phase him or really bother him in any manner. To keep himself in control was the real reward he had gained from his training. After a moment Aeson stood, he could feel the power within him growing as he looked towards the now dark terror standing near him.

"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.

Merek's arrival was more comical as he came out of his own orb. His first reaction was stabbing the ground with his blade and ripping off his helm but he didn't merely drop the piece of armor in his confusion he placed it on the hilt of his blade as he coughed hard enough for it to rattle his armor he wore. When his coughing fit was over he stood up running a hand over over his hair before looking both at Aeson and the man in black armor before him.

"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.

"Merek, if you wish to fight me, you may...but I know you don't want that. We're going to make this simple because I need you to begin your journeys. I am sending you to Hell. I need you two to pave the way for conquering Hell. You will meet your Eye of the White Sun. He is your connection to me. You will control the Demiarchals there. The beast there may show. If he does, I expect his skull dipped in gold and hide as leather.", Demigrem Spoke.

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?"

"Aye I'm ready not too fond of the idea of returning to Hell, but if that's what you want of boss consider it done." Merek gave a comical salute with shield to his chest sword in the air and head bowed.

"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.