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Lord Serith

"I have given you everything. Do not test me."

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a character in “Child of Light”, as played by Bliss

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"Do not worry my friend, I will make sure all your nightmares come true."



♦ Name : Serith Image

♦ Role : God of Darkness

♦ Sexuality : None

♦ Gender : Male

♦ Height : 6'2"

♦ Eye Color : When Serith is hiding away his true form, his eyes are a dark shade of brown that almost appears to be black. They are described to be black holes known to captivate and hypnotize anyone who stares into them for much too long. When he reveals himself to others, his eyes turn into an unnatural beady shade of red.

♦ Hair Color : Pure black locks that fall flat over the sides of his head and slightly over his eyes. Near the top of his skull there can be seen an upright cowlick.


♦ Age : Unknown.


♦ Face Claim :
Zeref (Fairy Tail)




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♦ Power :
Serith wields the power of darkness. He is able to captivate anyone in their most vulnerable of moments. He'll expose them raw, force thoughts into their minds and place them under his dark spells. They will act out his will accordingly for as long as he desires. The only way to break his hypnotic spells is through the eyes of someone who walks solely in the light. He is a God of Trickery. He deceives many, convincing them of ideas that are known to be completely untrue. But as he envelopes one in darkness, suddenly everything he says becomes true and fact. Aside from his spells, Serith's true power is quite fearsome. He can turns the skies black and remove any form of light within an area. He and his followers are the only ones able to see in pure darkness and night. Serith does not fancy himself getting physically involved with things. Mainly because no one is a match for him so it's just not entertaining. Serith controls the shadows and with a flick of his wrist they become material beings completely covered in black with glowing red eyes. They consume those who walk in the light and are known to drive people mad. When Serith is actually involved in a might, he can materialize his artificial darkness and upon contact the darkness burns like dry ice. He can empower anything he touches and temporarily send you into a dreamlike state in which the victim thinks they are still awake and acting out in real life, though really they are trapped in a dream like state. If the victim recognizes this, they can physically break out of the dream. Serith also has a strong connection with demons, he can borrow their power or steal their life when in battle to temporarily use their abilities. If anyone stands a chance against him, it would be the Children. However, since they are still mortals he can taint the light they walk in. Only the Child of Light has the ability to resist Serith's darkness, however, that is only if the Child wears Eleora's pendant and is aware of their true self and power. His most fearsome ability of all is how he can consume souls and kill anything he touches that he chooses to by sucking out all the life and things that make someone truly alive. Not to mention if he takes your soul, your body can still be alive but you are now an empty shell that he can control whenever he pleases.




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♦ Personality : Serith is an actor. He will make you truly believe he is your friend and that he cares for you, only to betray you at the very end when he no longer finds a use for you. Every single one of his followers has been terribly lied to and fallen victim to his deceit. He does not care about anyone but himself. As his necromancer's should know all too well, he will often act friend to them. He will ask them about their days, try to "comfort" them and give praise when it's due. However, the necromancers should also know how thin Serith's patience runs. He is what they would consider a loose cannon. One minute he will display an exceeding amount of content and the next he will kill you for misconduct or failing. Serith does not believe in second chances. In fact, he hardly believes in chances at all. If he orders you to do something, you best get it done in a prompt manner. He has killed many of his own demons because of this. However, he will not kill the necromancers. He needs those two. With them he often finds his patience being tested. While he does praise the two, he of course needs some way to keep them in order when they misbehave. It is this that the necromancers should fear the most. No one knows what kind of punishment they endure, but it is an unimaginable pain even through the eyes of the most broken humans.

Serith is quite sadistic. He thoroughly enjoys toying with human emotions and prolonged suffering. You'll quickly notice it excites him. However, he prefers not to waste his energy on human nuisances. His real prize would be the Children. Oh yes, he loves to cause chaos for those three. Especially the Child of Light who he so desperately wishes to taint. Nothing peeves Serith more than when his necromancers slack off. But what really infuriates him is when someone is not influenced by his dark powers of manipulation. Once he notices it is not effective on someone, the distaste is initially written all over his face. In fact, his scowl is so fearsome it will make one quiver in terror. In these moments he is briefly considering whether or not to kill you. He is analyzing your circumstances and measuring how useful you would be to him. Those who survive can tell you that within those seemingly infinite seconds, their life had flashed before their eyes. If Serith does not kill you, his dissatisfaction instantly disappears and instead he will smile before making another proposal. He will consider his alternate options to manipulate you. Serith also seems to give his followers quite a lot of freedom to do as they please. But what many of his followers do not realize is that he is constantly watching their every movement. Binding yourself in a contract with Serith means you have given up all of your liberties. You are his, and Serith will forever remind you of that tidbit. Additionally, Serith often praises his subjects so much that many of his followers actually consider him to be the most kindest and fairest Gods of all. But don't be fooled, that is only what he wants you to think. In actuality, he has hidden motives that no one quite understands. The deeper in you are with Serith, the more tightly he grips his reins on you. He is always watching the two necromancers. Now that they have initiated the attack on the Children, he is watching them more closely than ever. Whether or not the necromancers know this, he does not care. They cannot escape him since he rightfully owns their souls and life force. When they truly disappoint him, he will not kill the two. Instead he will summon them to his quarters. He will start a conversation with praise, pointing out how far they have come since their first encounters. Serith will then proceed into a more serious topic of how he is growing impatient, and how he indefinitely hates disappointments. He will tightly twist their souls, reminding them of the past they wish to forget and how they are indebted to Serith. That they are his property and his alone.


♦ Appearance :
The God of Darkness dresses himself in black garments that wrap around his body. Sometimes these garments almost appear to be alive with their own will. They were made by Serith himself. It is unknown what properties these garments have since no one has actually seen Serith in battle. When in his mortal form, traveling across the continents for whatever purpose he has, Serith has soft, dark brown irises. He'll wear colored clothing as well to disguise himself better. His softer eyes help aide him in gaining the trust of men. They seem genuine and trust worthy at first. Like he is a man of honor. However, when he reveals himself his pupils glow red as the brown disappears from his eyes and exposes his red beady irises indicating he is now in his true form. His clothes will be shrouded in darkness and revert back to the strange black garments he usually wears. In his true form, Serith emits vibes of discomfort. No one really wants to be in his presence for too long because they feel as though they'll break or fall apart. To break or fall apart in front of Serith is the worst kind of decision you can make. It'll draw attention to yourself, and it's not really predictable as to what he might do to you.






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♦ Likes :
+ Death: After all, death makes Serith stronger. Especially if done by his own hands or by his underlings.
+ Night: This is a no brainer, that's when the world is most dark. It's when he is most powerful and flourishes.
+ Suffering: Serith is incapable of feeling suffering. That's because he thrives off the suffering at others. He is merciless. Do not anger this God, he will indefinitely harm you in some way, shape or form.
+ Trickery: He is the God of Deception as well as darkness. He thoroughly enjoys playing with people's minds, undoing any structure one may have and sending them into a chaotic state in the most cruel of ways.
+ Submission: As for Serith's followers, he dislikes anyone that questions his orders or proves to be difficult to control. The more you listen, the less trouble you will have with him.
+ Chaos: A battlefield where lives are taken, many are wounded and abandoned, people cry, bitterness and hatred is formed; truly there is nothing more spectacular.


♦ Dislikes :
+ Daylight: He's the most irritable during this time of day.
+ Pure hearts: If he can't taint you at least a little bit, it enrages him.
+ Heroes: He laughs in the face of a "hero." A display of courage and standing up to him or danger is quite amusing and adorable in his eyes. But also, very aggravating.
+ Questions: If he has already dismissed you and explained to you what he wants you to do, don't you dare question him or his authority. Doing so is dangerous.
+ Eleora: There is not a thing in his immortal life that he hates more than the Goddess of Light and her companions. They are so bothersome. He lives for the day when Eleora's reign finally waivers.
+ The Children: Such annoying vermin! He will wipe this world clean of their faces. That is a promise.
+ Churches/Religion: Anything or anyone worshiping those annoying Gods infuriate Serith. If he comes across a church or holy place, if he's in the mood he'll wreak havoc and destroy the place. Though this would be a rare occasion since Serith has better things to do. He'd have to be very bored or have pent up rage.


♦ Strengths :
+ Night: Serith is the strongest during the night and it is only then when his powers reach their peak. During the day he is weaker, but do not mistaken him to be rendered helpless. He can still kill many during the day.
+ Collected Souls: The more souls Serith has in his possession, the more powerful he becomes. At night he actively searches for the most bitter of men to either claim them his or bind them to his army.
+ Shadows: Naturally, all the shadows that appear in the light are what allow him to travel during the day. He can manipulate these shadows however, making them rise from the ground or walls and become material beings.
+ Durability: Serith even in his mortal form has hardened skin. To an average human, he is non-penetrable. They cannot touch him. The only weapons that can harm him are those of the Children's.
+ Creation: The God of Darkness is capable of creating creatures from shadow, darkness, and the underworld. He can summon or create creatures as he pleases. Though he does not really bother with this at the moment since he's created so many in the past few centuries.


♦ Weaknesses :
+ Light: It really is not a surprise since his opposite is light. If you are able to escape his clutches of darkness by using the light, it'll terribly wound him.
+ The Children: They have divine powers. Their attacks and strength can actually harm him. With the three of them combined, they do have the strength of a God themselves.
+ His Necromancers: Serith has never revealed this to anyone, but his necromancers walking among the mortal world do weaken his power. While he owns their souls, an essence of his own divine soul lives within them granting them power and life. If they are harmed, so is he. Unless he's the one doing the harming.
+ Daylight: This is when the sun is out. Of course he is weaker during the day time, so he prefers to stay within the shadows.
+ Divine Weapons: Although no one other than the Children themselves can wield the divine weapons, the weapons alone are capable of inflicting heavy damage to Serith. He loathes these wretched weapons his peers gave these humans.


♦ Fears :
+ Light: Since it is his weakness, he does fear the light. Large quantities of light terrifies him, though he will not necessarily show it.
+ The Child of Light's pendent: This naive child has a pendent with enormous power. Enough power to stop him that is. He will stop at nothing in an attempt to destroy it.
+ Being outsmarted: Serith views himself to be the most knowledgeable. It makes him arrogant. If someone manages to be one step ahead of him it throws him into a strange rage.




♦ Relationships :

Jashan || Serith is indifferent towards Jashan. He finds him to be easily manipulated and a puppet at that.
Lucien || Serith quickly loses his patience with this necromancer. Lucien is not so easily manipulated and has his own motives. This irks Serith to no end.

So begins...

Lord Serith's Story

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“Trash that doesn’t even know it’s trash deserves to fall into the abyss."




Within the shadows of an empty chamber stood the most sinister of men. Black, shadow-like garments wrapped around his torso and shrouded his body in an energetic darkness that appeared to move at it's own will. The man stood tall, his pale skin appearing to shimmer even without light. His complexion alone lit the room just enough for him to see. Within the man's left palm he held a black, translucent orb that sizzled with movement underneath it's glass shell. He had a set of beady red eyes that were glued menacingly to this mysterious object, watching every single movement. This transcendent man was none other than Serith, the God of Darkness. Not an action was missed that was being conducted outside the Maddening Woods. A "humble" abode he created for himself and his men. Not a single soul could pass through these woods without their soul being devoured and essentially becoming his property. A devilish smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched several cities crumble and fall. Towns, villages, horse carriages and caravans, there was no place safe in the world of Saria, and Serith was loving every minute of the chaos.

A strange strand of darkness twirled around Serith's index finger. It was a subtle habit of his and somewhat unsettling. Though nothing compared to when he stared directly at you, or rather through you. Gazing directly into his eyes is enough to make some men go mad, others feel exposed, however, all felt frightened while doing so. Aside from the disarray, Serith's focus was narrowed to any children he saw. He carefully observed each child gathered, slaughtered, watching for any indication of his fellow godlike "peers." In the City of Shimore, he noticed how the demon general Eucliffe had her eye on one particular female that intrigued him. He watched the female carefully, agreeing that she did have unique qualities that made her stand out from the rest. Juhull City was a complete disaster area that he decided it was not worth his time weeding out the prime candidates from the filthy vermin running around. The attacks in the Ulemma Kingdom were scattered and somewhat disorganized, it would take some time finding the Child of Light there. His palm let go of the orb that now floated within the shadows and was soon enveloped in darkness, it had vanished.

As if floating off the ground, Serith made his way out into the corridor. The building was so grotesque and grim; just the way Serith liked it. He strolled down the hall with his hands in his pockets and with an eerie whistle escaping his lips. Serith was pleased, enjoying himself in fact. A wide archway appeared on the left side of the hallway and Serith glided through it, his eyes locking with the necromancer, Lucien, who was sitting on a luxurious chair. A soulless man had exited the room after receiving orders from his necromancer. Serith did not smile nor make any gestures. Instead he seemingly floated past Lucien, his da rk garments lashing out on their own will slightly gripping at Lucien's arm and leg before letting go as Serith proceeded. His hand slowly swayed to the side as though he were wiping an invisible window, and his translucent orb materialized before him. The images began to stir within the glass object and Serith merely tilted his head glancing back at Lucien as an open gesture for him to follow.

"Observe, Lucien dre Millfeore," Serith mockingly spoke Lucien's full name. "A truly pleasant sight. It's been too long."

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Jashan was aware that the given orders were carried out today; after all with so many demons missing in the building, it was quite evident. He couldn't keep himself in his room and stepped outside that morning, climbed on a tree and just started to draw up there. He was restless which one could observe in his hasty movements that were far away from elegant. Mainly, Jashan left Lucien in charge of the strategies in fear if Lucien'd tell him the exact locations, he'll immediately decamp to where the Children were and slaughter them by himself. Though not that he knew their faces. It was just- unlike Lucien, Jashan was definitely not made for putting up only with strategies and everything, Jashan was a man that'd step on the combat area with confidence and fought amid the frontline. It certainly suppose to be like that- but now he was stuck far away from where fighting occured. Needed to hold back for Serith's plan he knew so little about. It was just not fair.

A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned on the tree, its bark made it uncomfortable but nothing Jashan gave much notice at the moment. He was distracted with his thoughts and he still could not find any satisfaction in the situation he was forced into. Like the generals, he urged to fight- but was left behind purposefully to watch over them. Or something like that, the intentions of this stunt was still blurry to Jashan and completely nothing that'd ever gain his agreement- though it was not like anyone find it necessary to ask him.

Of course he'd let some of his underlings go along, but due to Serith's order it was only the weak ones who went. Whatever the reason for that was, he certainly was not content - the same probably applied to Lucien, at least Jashan could guess that its true. After all, even if Lucien did not like to admit- in these few aspects they were certainly familiar, both only having a single objective in mind. And showing mercy just before they could eliminate them was definitely nothing both wished to do. Quite the ordeal actually, that displeased Jashan and resulted in him drawing peculiar pictures that even Jashan himself as their artist could not really make them out.

He jumped down and slightly float to the ground by manipulating ectoplasm and stepped back inside the building. He intended to go back to his room, attempted to get back to sleep so he won't be bothered by distracting thoughts. But then Lucien's puppet approached him, informed him about Lucien's order. Lucien wished to see him! Of course he could think of why he needed him present, probably discussing matters like always. Though it was for him to think of the better and being happy about an illusion. Jashan liked Lucien in more means than just a partner (though Jashan doubted that Lucien even saw him as a mere partner) and always enjoyed being around him, showing his affection in the most peculiar way so that his feelings probably were not noticed... yet. He did not need to have a premonition to know that it won't ever be a happy ending with them though. There were more important matters than to bother with his trivial feelings that he tried to discard but can not.

"Well then, I shall not let him wait any longer than this." He said, a smile adorned his face as with elegant, but fast steps he moved forward steering directly to the room Lucien was. He opened the door expected to be faced by only Lucien, but Serith was there in his company- his presence as eerie as ever, filled with mysteries and a malice that had kept Jashan standing stiff at the entryway before he found back his composure, entered and closed the door in silence.

An orb seemingly floated in the air, showed images of a terrain that Jashan was not familiar with. A field of war, a chaos where he belonged. "I see you are here," was his words that suppose to count as greeting. His eyes lingered not long on Serith's essence as he withdrew his gaze. He feared the man's presence, and Jashan was sure that this man could feel it. Only to him Jashan felt completely submissive which felt demeaning. His gaze fell to Lucien, looking at his fellow Necromancer almost longingly until he eventually found courage to ask the question he had bothered with for long. "Why...- when am I allowed to step into battle?" He asked, interrupted himself before he asked anything inappropriate. His eyes were now caught in the images displayed by the orb. He'll go crazy sooner or later of doing nothing but wait.

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“Trash that doesn’t even know it’s trash deserves to fall into the abyss."




"It is good to know you are enjoying the sights." Serith only gave a half smirk at Lucien's remark. His hands rested behind his back holding onto each other. He continued to peer inside the glass orb, carefully watching every action and event transpiring. There was silence between the two. Serith was never particularly fond of Lucien. Well, Serith was never fond of anyone but himself. As useful of a necromancer Lucien had turned out to be, he always managed to crawl underneath Serith's skin with his rebellious attitude and arrogance. However, in this moment he was too pleased to focus on the foul taste Lucien always left in his mouth. Suddenly, the orb focused on a girl with a brilliant head of hair who was hiding in a crevice between buildings. The girl had a frightful look on her expression, with Morrighan's sword in her right hand. At this Serith grinned mischievously.

"There is the Child of War. Morrighan should learn to be more subtle as well," Lucien pointed out sarcastically. "I presume that you would allow these children to gather first while toying with them along the way."

Serith's gaze then directed itself onto Lucien's smug expression. His teeth were gritted, already seemingly annoyed with Lucien and did not bother to mask his distaste for him. It was so much like Lucien to always pry Serith for answers. That man could never keep his mouth shut and Serith viewed him to ignorant with every remark he made. However, he only glared at Lucien with no visible signs of anger or any reaction for that matter. Even though his face held no expression, there was an unexplainable intensity to him. His eyes were always narrowed, with a look of disgust permanently shaping his facial features. Rather than respond, Serith glanced back into the orb with his lips pressed together. He now actively searched for the Child of Light and Child of Destiny. The demon generals were enjoying themselves and killing for sport more than anything. Serith really did not care what they did or in what way they conducted themselves so as long as they got their jobs done. Within a few moments time, Serith's fierce, red eyes rested upon a hiding child with lightly colored hair. Something about her face had caught Serith's attention. A man was running towards the child to take her with him to flee. It was then that Eleora's pendent revealed itself and seemingly chained itself around the girl's neck. His focus was locked onto the girl and it was as though nothing else existed. Shortly after, a set of armor wrapped itself around a young man's body who could be no one other than Agnar's child. Finally, a chuckle escaped Serith's lips and he turned to meet Lucien's black eyes that were like painted black skies.

"Lucien," Serith said coldly. "Your arrogance never fails to surprise me."

Serith's response was to Lucien's presumption even though it seemed like he was not interesting in continuing that conversation a few moments ago. He then walked in the opposite direction of the orb towards Lucien's ornate chair. Hovering over the man, he appeared to be analyzing him. A scowl was apparent on his face which was not very unusual in the presence of Lucien. Tilting his head curiously he then growled, "Why is Solus not present? All three have been revealed. I have important matters to discuss with you buffoons."

Serith was never kind with words unless he was working his magic. Now that the two necromancers were bound to him, he freely insulted their existence almost every time he acknowledged them. Whether or not either of them ever grew accustomed to his condescending demeanor was not of his concern. Lucien constantly questioned his authority while Solus actually obeyed his command. He never revealed his true motives and still did not plan to do so. In due time if they were more intelligent and sneakier than he gave them credit for perhaps they would learn of Serith's goals. For now, he knew almost everything about them and they hardly knew anything about him. Just as it should be. There were reasons behind his decision to not kill the children right away. After all, if it were that easy why would he have taken the time to build this militia unless he could take care of such things himself? However, he decided he would let the two necromancers be surprised in their encounters with the Children. It would be the utmost amusing to watch them all meet at last.

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"Everything must end, to end is to find peace. "





Solus pushed the door open to the room right as Lucien started his dog statement. Solus's lips slid into a familiar smile that crinkled the older necromancers' eyes. " Admitting that I am the most useful tool again ,Lucien?" The jest was friendly and not meant to stir up any trouble between the two of them. " Pardon my running late, mi'lord. I had to tend to a dispute amongst my ranks, as you're aware quality help is hard to obtain in our line of work." He spoke with a tone that seeped with respect for his superior in contrast to the jesting tone he had used with Lucien.

Of the three of them Solus looked more like a Healer than the dark being he truly was. His posture oozed with kindness and comfort. His eyes seemed to be full of joy as he beheld the wonders of the world around him. The room even seemed to breath easier in his presence. This was only highlighted further by his clothing preference. He looked so out of place.

" Have I missed anything important in my absence or are things going as predicted?" He asked the Dark God, holding that same solum tone he always had when speaking to the man responsible for his curs---- gifts. He took his spot just withing the Dark god's line of sight, resting his hands against the small of his back in a semi-formal manner. Clearly ready to listen to what his master would say.

Solus had been described as the most loyal of the Dark gods followers, and nothing could be further from the truth, sure every order that Serith had ever uttered was done to a T without question, but that had nothing to do with loyalty; that was simply Solus staying a man of his word. Solus actually despised the Dark God nearly as much as he hated the other deity.
Whether or not Serith knew this or not didn't much matter, they had a deal and Solus would honor his part until the end.
If only to spite the Dark God.

Solus hadn't been paying attention to Lucien who was most likely giving him a disapproving look as usual. He and Lucien had always had different methods of doing nearly everything thing. Solus would never admit it, but he rather enjoyed Lucien's company and admired his work ethic.

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“Trash that doesn’t even know it’s trash deserves to fall into the abyss."




Distaste flickered in Serith's beady red irises at Lucien's sarcastic remark. Another scowl had planted itself on his face for a long moment with a dangerous look in his eye. Though shortly after he smiled as though nothing had bothered him at all. The doors then fluttered open and in came Solus, a man of a gentle demeanor and what many would say a trustworthy appearance. In fact, it was his oddly soft and gentle vibes he emitted that made him such a useful ally. Serith continued to smile, as if he was pleased with his two underlings. A rather dangerous and touchy state of mind in which the militia knew all too well of. He did not react to Solus's apologies, he only continued to eerily stare as Solus took his place beside him.

"Have I missed anything important in my absence or are things going as predicted?" Solus had questioned. Serith then directed his gaze to the orb that floated before them. He observed the two, measuring their capabilities to determine which would be a better match for each child. He had intentionally planned to go after the Child of Light himself, but after analyzing Solus it was much more strategic to have him go after the child.

"The Child of Light," Serith broke the silence while taking the time to stare at each of them at eye level. "Her name is Hiyoko. She travels just outside of this small village by the ocean waters. You are to pursue her Solus. It should be simple enough for a man of your caliber. As for the Child of War, her name is Asrai. The thing is in a fragile state of mind as of now. I'm certain you can handle at least that, Lucien dre Millfeore."

Serith growled his orders at the two, while again mocking Lucien by speaking his full name. He was feeling irked and somewhat impatient. His eyes then rested on Solus, the disgust in his stare never wavering for either of them. Somehow, he was doubting their capabilities seeing as he viewed them both to be arrogant. Then his face fell extremely soft, almost insecure looking and like a nervous man. His red irises turned to a murky shade of black indicating he had reverted to his deceptive mortal form. "As for I, I will go after Agnar's child, Nero."

His wispy dark garments materialized into white and black threaded clothing and he looked like he could pass for an ordinary man. He would follow Nero and his companion, Ryu. No one could read information from the translucent orb like he could, it revealed names to him as well as their faces. With a rather bored yawn, he had one last bit of information to share with the two.

"You two are to learn of who they are and what they are capable of. Discourage their abilities in any possible way. Unravel their minds and expose their insecurities if need be. Get close then betray, do as you wish. We are to delay them in their learning until they discover us. I imagine they will be on a sort of quest, you see. Oh my fellow peers amongst the Heavens have directed them somewhere in three days time," Serith spoke very nonchalantly. Though he ended his sentence with a mischievous grin indicating he was not revealing all the information he had. The two necromancers would be surprised in their findings, and Serith certainly looked forward to their struggle.

Without further ado, he turned his back to them and made a slight gesture in the air where a floating line of darkness broke through the air. It expanded rapidly and moved in a clockwise motion. It was his signature portal. The only other two men known to use this were the necromancers before him. Thanks to his 'gift' to them that is. He imagined he'd only need to use this once for the day as it did consume quite a bit of energy to create and direct to specific locations. Though for Serith, although he felt his effort, it appeared as though he hardly used any energy. Before stepping inside, he waved his hand in the air as though to say goodbye.

"Oh, and by the way," he spoke in a dull tone. "Do not disappoint me."

He then snickered as he stepped inside the dark void. Everything around him turned into a black miasma as his body drifted through the rippling energy. After about a minute, his figure stepped out of the other side of the shadows into a wide open field that was about a mile away from Juhull City. Smoke floated high into the atmosphere directly from the crumbling city. Even from here he could still here the screams and cries of the city's people. Serith simply grinned as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Now it was a matter of finding that child Nero. He couldn't have made it too far from the city. Whistling, Serith turned towards the opposite direction of the city taking in his surroundings. It had been ages since he set foot outside of his fortress. His bones ached for excitement, which was now moments away from beginning. His expression fell worrisome and weary once more, as though he were lost out here in the wilds. Perhaps he would pretend he also escaped the city. There were just so many games to play.

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Lucien did not bother himself with looking at the other necromancer. The statement directed at him was simply answered by him with his usual effortless manner as it could be described. "Good that you know you are just a tool." To Solus it may have appeared as a jest but to him, his words always had a double-edge meaning to it. He ended it at that and allowed the Dark God to say what he seems to be so keen on about telling them, the necromancers. He knew it would be about the children and further concluded that they will be told of what to do. That idea of being at the beck and call of another really irks him, but there is a contract that binds him. As long as that exists, he would begrudgingly do what he is intended for, but, it doesn't mean he would not do as he pleased during the entire process.

His thought was then put on hold as Serith began to speak. The Child of Light who goes by the name of Hiyoko will be dealt with by Solus. For him, it would be the Child of War, Asrai. How exciting, but it was not at all. The outright calling of his name by Serith indicated of mockery, but it was no longer of consequence to him. It never was. The name he had taken on that day was to be a reminder and instead of irritation, he is constantly put into his sense of reason. But, the one thing that does irritate him in all was the fact what the Dark God stated afterwards.

Killing? He could do. Baby-sitting? He could not. That was technically what Serith had told them to do. He would need to gain the trust of this Asrai and in return thwart the girl's improvement and knowledge of her true purpose. Frankly speaking, he could do the meddling and interference as a clearly identified enemy from the shadows. He would not need to go through the entire debacle of trickery or to persistently hold himself off from executing the child who has yet to reach her true potential. He was a patient man, but he was never the kind to dawdle when things can get done now, given the opportunity. But in the end, this was not his plan, nor is his game to play. Let the Dark God do his deed, he will tolerate it for now.

Serith soon left through the portal to go after the Child of Destiny with his cloak of a mortal man. But not without a few parting words of not to disappoint him. That is very typical. In any case, Lucien would have preferred for a subordinate of him to do all of the work while he simply stay to read a book. It was more productive in his opinion. But, there was not much of a choice as he moved across his study, which is right, this was his room in every sense, but he had guests he truly did not want to do anything with by the end of the day. He stood at the center and from the powers bestowed and harnessed by him. A portal of similar fashion to Serith's was created. "Solus, go and be a good tool, do not leave anything for me to clean up." He stated in a deadpan tone as those eyes of black never once looked at his fellow necromancer. Instead, he entered the portal without another word.

As the dark energies wrapped around him like a second skin, Lucien allowed himself a reprieve within its cradle. It shifted him with such delicacy as if he was the only thing precious in the thick black. But soon, that sensation drifted into nothingness as a huge ornate door appeared before him which was also the same for the demon army lead by Eucliffe, though it was elevated from the ground with its only connection were the marble stairs. It slowly opened as he stepped forward. The atmosphere suddenly dropped into a chilling temperature as a mist of coldness surrounded the area where the door appeared. He walked down the said staircase while his appearance was now covered by a slate gray cloak. His face was left to anyone's imagination, but his right eye could be seen at closer inspection. It held a silver light dancing across its black iris. It did not hold any life but echoed a certain mystery and silence yet to be unraveled.

"Eucliffe." His voice was not loud but, it rang across the area like none other. It was clear and decisive without anything excessive. But, it was enough to determine if the presence this figure exuded could not be obvious enough for the demons to recognize who was before them. "Report." That is right. It was none other than one of the infamous Necromancers of Serith which the confirmed existence is only through tales and stories meant to be just fantasy, but that is not true at all, they truly exist and him being here only speaks of one thing. Chaos and Death will surely follow.

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Character Portrait: Krein Haar Character Portrait: Nero Munashii Character Portrait: Hiyoko Ookami Character Portrait: Asrai Xylion Character Portrait: Lucien Character Portrait: Ryu Ookami Character Portrait: Lord Serith Character Portrait: Solus quae placitum
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"From now until the very last dawn, I must defend with my all."




Asrai gave a soft smile as she gently grabbed Azriel's torn sleeve. She helped settle him against the rock behind him so that she could more easily wrap the cloth around his waistline. Fastening a tight knot, she then somewhat pouted, "I hope this is okay." She then rose to her feet, the skin over her muscular frame glistening in the sun. Even though she was covered in dust and ash, she still maintained an outwards appearance. Asrai was staring off into the distance, her mind elsewhere. There was a glimmer of ferocity in her bright irises and she clenched her fists. Her gaze than gently rested upon the children who sat nearby waiting anxiously.

"Hey, would you mind grabbing that sword for me?" she directed them towards Morrighan's sword. She did not have a sheath or any way to carry the sword over her back but she knew she had to help Azriel on his feet. The children, wide-eyed, nodded and quickly made their way to the sword. But then the oddest thing happened. The male child tried to lift it with no success. He struggled and pulled desperately and even the little girl tried to lend her strength. But their efforts were futile.

"Miss, the sword is too heavy..." the children muttered embarrassed.

Asrai had a perplexed look on her face. The sword was as light as a feather, surely it was not that heavy? She walked over and grabbed it with no effort whatsoever and it lifted off the solid rock it rested on. Confused, she passed it over to the male child but as he grabbed it he fell down trying to hold it's weight. Asrai instantly grabbed it from him so that the child would not harm himself. She'd have to make due somehow. Making her way back towards Azriel she tucked her sword underneath her arm before helping lift Azriel so that he could slump his arm over her shoulder.

"Come on kids! We're leaving this place!" she shouted before lowering her voice to a quieter volume. "I'm sorry but you're going to have to help me lead them to the next village. I've never been outside of the City of Shimore."

Little did they know was that a crazed, drenched in blood, Eucliffe lurked nearby tailing the group. Lucien had made his point to succeed in this task after seeing to her thorough punishment for failure. Her teeth were gritted, bearing her fangs for all to see. Her eyes had a wild glare as she somewhat limped with a slumped shoulder that trickled with her discolored blood. Kill... Kill... were the only thoughts she could form. Curse that Lucien! Why do I have to be stuck with him? She'd wait to strike and kill those children. She could not wait to see the desperate faces of that wretched girl and whoever that nuisance of a man was. Their scent was strong and she sought nothing more than revenge. Eucliffe decided to wait until they appeared once more, her eyes and ears focusing in everywhere around her.



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“Trash that doesn’t even know it’s trash deserves to fall into the abyss."




The God of Darkness strolled through the forest around him, his power masked as he hid underneath his deceptive mortal form. His eyes were soft with sadness as he actively searched for the Child of Destiny. What drew his attention was the steady rise of smoke amongst the trees out in the distance. He approached with a smirk before wiping it from his face and allowed fake tears to fall from his eyes. Serith was an actor, a very good one at that. He trembled with fear and held his arms together looking as though he was in some sort of shock. Alas he approached the small clearing where the smoke originated from. There was a small fire and he instantly recognized Nero's face. Soft gasps for air escaped his lips as he cried. Serith fell to his knees, clenching the grass before him with his fingers as the tears splattered against the ground.

"Please," he whispered desperately. "Help me!"

He quickly glanced up to see through his tears at the reaction of Nero. However, he saw Ryu and received a whiff of the scent of blood. For an extremely brief moment, Serith somewhat tensed and felt his mouth water smelling the blood off of Ryu. It emitted an unsettling energy from his mortal form. But, he quickly got a hold of himself and resumed to his tearful act with the strange energy subsiding as quickly as it submerged. He would befriend the two and travel with them. "I managed to escape," Serith cried while his body continued to quiver. "I have no place to run..."

Ryu Ookami. Brother of the Child of Light. This would be an interesting adventure. Serith's shuddering body could have very well been his excitement but instead it only came off as anxiety. The events he had executed would work in his favor. That is, if these two were as naive as he thought they were. He had to test the playground.



Zeporon had noticed his Master's entrance. While he still remained perched in the trees, he saw his Master's signal to retreat. Solus would take things over from here. With one last disturbing glare, Zeporon silently leaped towards the next tree at impeccable speed amongst the shadows. A brief rustling could be heard from his swift movements that could easily be mistaken for a squirrel. Before returning to the troops, he appeared before Zeporon and knelt before him showing his respect.

"Milord," Zeporon beckoned before meeting his Master's gaze. "They are headed east towards the shores. The Child is accompanied by a warrior. Though... he does not quite seem to be a typical fighter from what I've observed."

Zeporon pointed in the direction in which he came. His different shaded eyes flashed with excitement. Though his demeanor remained calm and emotionless as usual. He then took notice of Solus's disguise and he felt humorous. His Master was always such a cunning man. Though he pondered for a moment before asking, "Would you like to me follow, sir?"

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Asrai felt relieved that Azriel was able to walk on his own. Though it left her awkwardly holding her sword as she watched over the children. A knot began to form in her abdomen. She listened to his comforting words to the children and just as he was about to walk away she grabbed the sleeve of his upper garments.

"Um," she stammered with hesitance. "Maybe I should-Never mind."

Asrai watched him miserably. She was going to offer to stay behind so that no one would be put in danger with her around. Though she had a feeling Azriel would disagree. If he was looking for that Necromancer, she felt certain that ominous man would reappear before her. After all, it was herself that he wanted. Nervously, she let go of Azriel's sleeve before turning towards the children again. Then the strangest thing happened. A ball of light appeared before her and it seemed like she was the only one who could see it. The ball bounced in the air before treading off about 1500 feet back. The light dispersed at a boulder not too far out in the distance and Asrai noticed something peculiar. There was some sort of movement that disappeared behind the boulder. Asrai was squinting, trying to see what it was before realizing something was moving about in the sky. A pair of wings rapidly flapped in their direction and Asrai's eyes almost immediately widened recognizing it to be Eucliffe.

"Azriel!" Asrai exclaimed pointing upwards. "S-She's back!"

Except this time Eucliffe was flying. Asrai was certain Eucliffe did not yet realize she had been pointed out. She was still too far out to see them clearly enough. Asrai had a feeling the demon was coming back with a vengeance. This nightmare just would not end. Was it going to be this way for the rest of her life? Though a rage built up inside of Asrai. She grabbed Morrighan's sword and ran forth. Curse these demons! These Gods! This blood shed! Those disgusting men tainted with darkness! I'll... I'll DESTROY them! The rage fueled her adrenaline. The faces of her perished love ones flashing before her eyes at the sight of this demon. The sword had lit itself again, now rippling violently with energy as Asrai ran. Her strength was increasing, her heart racing as she pushed her feet into the solid ground before leaping a top a boulder that was at least fifteen feet in height. Something she had never done before. With a crazed look in her eye, she twisted her body before chucking her sword into the air. It span like a boomerang and aimed itself directly at Eucliffe.

However, Asrai's effort was futile for Eucliffe's rage was much greater than Asrai's. She shouted angrily as her polearm struck the spinning sword and sent it crashing back into the ground. The woman screamed as she glided down, her wings pressing together as her body began to gain momentum as she darted towards Asrai like a missile. Asrai was not quick enough to dodge. In fact, she did not account for missing her throw. Eucliffe's entire body struck directly into Asrai, flinging her body off the top of the rock and crashing into a nearby wall. The children began to scream and scatter, trying to duck for cover in any possible place they could hide. Upon impact with the wall, Asrai cried out in excruciating pain. The impact alone should have killed her, yet she was in one piece and still alive. Though her mind felt somewhat rattled and warm. She shakily lifted a hand touching the back of her scalp and recovered droplets of blood. How careless of me... Will they die? Asrai pondered as her vision faded in and out.

"Stay OUT of this girl!" Eucliffe spat before wildly scanning the area. Her intense set of purple eyes then fell on Azriel. It seemed as though he was somewhat wounded and Eucliffe found this to be excellent.




OOC: Feel free to roleplay any of the NPC's guys. ^^" Including Eucliffe, she's not my character.




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“Trash that doesn’t even know it’s trash deserves to fall into the abyss."




Serith acted as if utterly shocked by the sword pointed towards his neck. He whimpered in fact and held his hands up in the air. The tears stopped and he eyed Ryu carefully.

"You lie. You lie, you foul pathetic creature. I sense dark, dark evils from you. My instincts are almost never wrong. Name. Now. Coward."

Serith pondered on this for a moment before his trembling lips twisted into a wicked grin. He rose to his feet, his eyes still black irises indicating his true form was still being hidden. "It seems as though you are on edge, Ryu." No one had revealed any names, yet Serith had just spoken Ryu's. He watched carefully to see Ryu's reaction. Though his brow twitched as he glanced down at Ryu's wound. The smell of blood. It was so strong. Such a heavy flow nonetheless. These two were not dimwitted after all. Daringly, Serith gazed upon Nero with a wild curiosity. It was almost unsettling to watch him look at Nero in such a way.

"My name is not of importance. Lower your sword Ryu," Serith said nonchalantly with a casual shrug. He then placed his index finger atop the edge of Ryu's blade. His smile was disturbing and with one finger, you could feel the amount of force being applied as though it were an entire hand. "Otherwise, you're just going to hurt yourself."

Serith's statement was a threat at the least. This Ryu character was very amusing. Perhaps he'd keep the young man as a mere pet. That would be rather generous of him, sparing a man's life after interfering with the inevitable. Now more than ever, he wanted to mess with Ryu's mind moreso than Nero's. He'd take care of the Child of Destiny soon enough.

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Eucliffe was swift, her purple eyes practically glowing in the daylight with hatred. Though the sun was beginning to set which meant nightfall soon approached. Such a thing would be perfect for Eucliffe. She managed to dodge some of the orbs, then block the remainder of them with her polearm, turning it rapidly in a clockwise motion to cancel out the energy. She dove in from above, landing promptly on the rocky surface of the ground. Her amusement and excitement seemingly vanished, instead she scowled feeling sick and tired of Lucien's torture. One arm held her weapon firmly on the ground while her other free hand began to extend her claws a few inches. Her wounds were visible and raw. Her discolored blood trickling down her limbs in some areas. Eucliffe took a quick glance at Asrai who was stirring about, struggling to keep conscious.

"Small fry, eh?" Eucliffe growled. "I won't be defeated so easily, you know. They don't call me Demon General for nothing!"

Her claw extended forward, with small balls of red light gathering at her finger tips. For some odd reason, her expression became very calm though the anger still tugged at her eyes and lips. Inhaling deep, the red balls suddenly exploded from her claws shooting out small, narrow rays of red light towards Azriel. The energy cackled loudly, the light briefly blinding as it exploded. She lifted her chin, not a peep coming out of her. Eucliffe finally acknowledged that Azriel was a formidable foe.

Asrai grunted, feeling as though she were in a trance. Her vision was blackened as she rested on the floor tiredly. In fact, she wished to just give up. Life had become a never ending nightmare she no longer wished to endure. "Get up..." Asrai heard a voice trailing off in her mind. "Asrai, you must get up! The sword, child! Call the sword, you know what to do. You've done it before." She groaned, uncertain of what was going on. Though she recognized the voice to be Morrighan's and suddenly her focus snapped back. Her eyes opened wide as she heard the demonness Eucliffe spouting words at Azriel. This head wound should be nothing. It was nothing. Asrai lifted an arm, her hand appearing to be clasped over empty space in the air. Though energy gathered in bright light where the sword suddenly appeared before her within her hands. By Eucliffe, you could see it disappear from amongst the solid earth. Eucliffe did not even notice which was her own mistake.

I am War, Child of Morrighan. I can fight, Asrai found herself speaking strange words in her mind that did not feel like her own. But they empowered her. Using the sword as support, she slowly began to lift herself. Her rate of recovery was something remarkable.




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Serith's eyes flickered towards Nero when he spoke. He eyed the Child of Destiny carefully with a blank expression. Glancing back at Ryu, he shrugged again, "I only came to warn you two about the danger that lurks."

His hands were clasped behind his back where an artificially crafted emblem from the King himself appeared from shadows that were barely visible. He pretended to pull it from his garments and revealed it to Ryu and Nero, holding the small golden pendant between his index and middle finger. Then Serith noticed how the sun was beginning to set. How quaint, it's almost nightfall, he thought to himself. Though his calm expression remained. "I am part of the King's Council. I'm only sent out in extreme emergencies. Though I'm sure I don't really need to explain why today warrants an emergency."

Serith sighed as he looked to the ground sadly. He appeared truly pained and worried. His mind was working quickly, trying to calculate how he was to explain the 'facade' he was trying to pull off. Suddenly, the idea occurred to him. Glancing back up with a soft expression he chuckled, "You see, the Council knows all about who you actually are Nero. They knew that if the day were to ever come when the Dark God would strike; Most likely you would not trust an ordinary man. I was supposed to keep my identity secret. The Council feared my knowledge would corrupt your progress... I know where we can go to be safe."