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Zelsane

Divinity in its darkest form.

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

Description

Name: Zelsane. Dread Father. Masked Man.
Gender: Appears Male
Race: Not much is known on what Zelsane was or is but what can be said is that his humanoid appearance to those who he considers to be the most faithful is only for their sanity alone.
Deity type: Zelsane is kind of an Undertaker as the souls that travel through his gate are laid to rest in a murkey swamp so that one day they may become the foundation of every single house of conspiracy and dread that Zelsane will father over.
Attribute(s): Death, Cold, Shadow, Poison
Mother/Father: Void and Justice
Siblings:None.
Consort: None.
Favored Race:
Preferred method of worship: Sacrifices are not uncommon to the Dread Father as animals or participants, willing or otherwise, have been thrown upon the alter along with other forms of sacrifices that involved personal items that are offered up to the void. Those who go out and do the good works of Zelsane know to utter a prayer to be hidden in shadow.
Powers: Zelsane has dominion over Death and Shadow and has even been known to grant his abilities to others who he finds are the closest of his worshipers. Those who have done wrong to the Dread Father can find themselves haunted or slain in the night whilst his cold hands grip the hearts of men.
Worshipers: The Dread father has many worshipers and the majority of which are murderers and assassins who kill the living and leave empty husks behind to continue their legacy. Conspirators who seek to aid in their own cause when they feel that violence and intrigue are the only way to go. Even those who are ethically minded who have turned from their ways to embrace the necromantic arts and even master the cold void or the soundless shadows.
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So begins...

Zelsane's Story

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#, as written by Marcus
Cosmic forces abound with torn portals and spatial ways distorted could only bring the ire of so many forces beyond normal mortal comprehension that the possibilities of it happening on any other day seemed almost scarce if not unheard of. The Dark Vortex that was opened brought the attention of a unearthly force as Zelsane and Shabot-Urn stood in the distance behind the young man and watched from their own perspective domains.

"Zelsane. Do you see the opportunity that has presented itself before us?" Shabot-Urn spoke up as he took his crystal throne and gazed at the portal and its contents spilling out. The Dread Lord glanced over at the Shadow Lord and smirked beneath his deathly features only to offer his hand for the cosmic being to make the first move. "It would seem that the everlasting flame we had been searching for all this time has presented itself in a nice neat package." The Shadow Lord began to extend his reach but Zelsane was the first to react as the Dread Lord took up his blade and exited his own realm and into the one of the living.

It was only when Zelsane stepped out from his swampy home that his vile gaze fell upon a man who stepped out from the portal and the young boy who was knocked over by the spirits who escaped. With every step towards the two the Dread Lord left in his wake a dark ooze that smelled of his swamp and death. Zelsane was the final aspect of the three Gods who took interest in the Multiverse and though each had their own agendas it was clear that Zelsane was one for taking what he thought was his.

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#, as written by Faithy
Tayrn LeBeau found herself standing in an unfamiliar place with both hands shoved deep into her black jacket. Shoving her dark brown hair out of her golden brown eyes, Tayrn finally noticed a small boy and a few others that were also near the portal that had caught her attention. Had she been inside of that? Musing, the brunette tried to remember what she had been doing all this time. The memory of being shot by someone quickly flashed through her mind and she reached up to find everything intact. Had she been dead all this time? If so, how did she get back and was she back for good?

“Hmm…” Shaking her head, she knelt beside the young boy, wondering if he was alright.

“You okay, kiddo?” She questioned softly, her gaze shifting towards the others, noting that they felt nefarious. Perhaps this wasn’t the best place just to hang around?

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Character Portrait: Tayrn LeBeau Character Portrait: Shabot-Urn Character Portrait: Zamikar, Higher Demon of Torture and Pain Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell Character Portrait: Zelsane Character Portrait: Salazar
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Going in, Liam knew the toll would be tough.

That said, as soon as he stood up, he thew up. And it wasn't just vomit, there was some blood in it. Liam felt a sneeze and wiped his nose, only that was blood too. He tried using healing magic on himself, but his magic insisted he was fine, 100 percent healthy. The toll must have affected his magic too.

He noticed some of the blood he coughed up floated upwards, towards a Spirit. Liam wondered if he should be concerned about that, but figured everything was probably fine. Or it was Zamikar. Either or.

Liam then noticed both Tayrn and the other two beings. Tayrn he knew instantly, probably because he was trying to revive her. The fact she was flesh and bone apparently surprised him, because he didn't think he would make that much progress. Clearly, he underestimated his own power.

Then he remembered the spirits rushing out. It wasnt just his own power, something else...some other spirit....had broken down the wall from the other side. Something gave him help. A lot of it.

As Liam stabilized himself, and stopped throwing up, he mentioned to Taryn "Maybe...did it work?"

Then he threw up again, and he saw the other two nearby.

Meanwhile, Salazar seemingly left, but that is because he decided to monitor from a distance. He didn't want to get annoyed just yet, and he figured he might be able to learn something.

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#, as written by Marcus
Zelsane continued to draw near only to at first appear a bit closer with each and every step in what could be said to be a blink of the eye. The dark entity was a few feet away and then oddly closer as if he had never truly been there to begin with. The corrupt ground he left in his wake seemed to tremble and grow as if the material plane that all of the pawns inhabited at this point in time was changing to something else.

The dark being tightened his grip on the weapon it carried just to raise it high up into the air only to look down at the two who still seemed to be conversing. "Your time is nigh children."

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#, as written by Faithy
Grimacing when the kid threw up, Tayrn stepped back a little, not really enjoying the sight and sound the child was producing. The fact that there was blood in both the throw-up and his sneeze worried her, but she had no idea what was going on. Shaking her head a little, she blinked, wondering what he was asking. Did what work? When he puked again, she made another face and glanced away, her gaze falling upon one of the strangers that was now nearing their location. He was most definitely not a good guy and she felt the urge to get away from him, which was a feeling she trusted,

“Err… we need to go, kid.” Tayrn narrowed her eyes towards the weapon the figure held. Their end was nigh? No, she sure the hell wasn’t about to be killed… again…? Blinking at the memory of being shot, Tay grabbed a hold of Liam’s arm and jerked him backwards away from the stranger, backpeddling in the process,

“We were just leaving.”

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Liam gathered his strength and managed to stay standing up now. There was a motion as if he was going to throw up again, but he had apparently emptied all the contents of his stomach already, so it was only some blood. Much less then before though, so clearly that was likely going to be the last of that.

It took Liam a second to realize that the spell likely nearly killed him. It would certainly explain the extensive effects on his body. The magic ravaged him for the power to bring her back. Well, no one ever claimed resurrection was easy, and Liam didn't even know how much time she had, or if it was actually permanent.

When Tayrn grabbed him, he grabbed the spellbook. Pain shot through his body, but he kept his grip on it. The energies that eminated from the spellbook were...unusual, for those gifted with magic and had the ability to feel it. Whatever spellbook Liam was using, it wasn't a standard one.

And it wasn't just the spell that was acting up now. His demonblood was too, making him feel...hostile....angry. Like it didn't just want to stand down to these people.

"Yeah! Just leave us alone, its better this way!" he told them, with a subtle implication that they would be in trouble if they messed with him. "Its too much trouble for you".

Liam was starting to regain his complete senses though. The puking session had made him disoriented, and that was wearing off.

What Liam didn't know was that Salazar had subtly implanted the sin of Pride into him, making him more prideful. That was Salazar's game after all. He used magic to imbue people with a sin, and watched them destroy themselves.

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#, as written by Marcus
And destroy the boy it would. Zelsane continued to move towards the two only to suddenly step into the concrete beneath his feet and into the earth bellow were he would find his swampy corruption was brewing an even bigger storm. Every step he seemed to take earlier leaving a bit of corruption behind had sunk deep into the ground bellow only to pool together and collect the energy from the surrounding area only to spread itself even further than what it could.

Shabot-Urn continued to watch from his dark crystalline world only to keep his dark gaze hidden behind his mask as he watched the events unfold. The shadowy lord did nothing except reach deep inside of his inky blackness only to then look upon the cosmos itself that this play seemed to center itself around.

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#, as written by Faithy
“Oh for crying out loud.” Tayrn swore under her breath at the boy’s words towards the nefarious figure, her eyes narrowing slightly in irritation.

Tightening her grip upon his arm, she all but started to drag him away from the stranger, who was destroying the ground with every step he took. Moving backwards away from whatever it was that happened to be occurring at that moment, she felt her fingers tingling slightly. It wasn’t long before the tingling moved throughout her limbs. She suddenly remembered everything and wondered if the kid was the one that had brought her back. If so, why? Shaking her head, she hoped the child wouldn’t resist her dragging him away from the scene because she had a ton of questions, ones that wouldn’t be answered if they were killed.

“Come on, we need to leave… now.” She cautioned the kid, her eyes still narrowed angrily.

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Liam had a strange headache for a moment, like there was something wrong but he was incapable of realizing it. He took a step back towards Tayrn, trying to nod in agreeance, but it was like something didn't want him to stand down. He didn't want to stand down either, even if he knew it was the smart move. And so instead of walking backwards, he suddenly turned around and began walking away casually towards a direction, hoping the woman holding his arm wouldn't just keep him from doing so.

His body language, if analyzed, would indicate he isn't running away. It would be more accurate to say he thought that Zelsane wasn't worth his time, and he therefore decided to spend his time on something more important. He essentially ignored Zelsane as a whole, as if he was an insignificant bug that didn't even deserve the energy to stomp.

Something deep inside him was festering as well. His demonic energy could sense the artificial Sin inside of him. Like antibodies to a virus. It would eventually eat away at it until it was gone or absorbed into his own energy. Liam's false pride would go away eventually, but so long as it existed in him his demonic energy would thrive off it. After all, most Demons are known for pride.

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#, as written by Marcus
The Boy had made a grand mistake on epic levels as Zelsane's corruption seemingly began to fester under the pavement bellow. The Dark thing simply looked up and pushed its corruption with it as a dark glob of swampy life seemingly erupted from the streets sending the muck in all directions . It would slowly pool around the two and Zelsane would emerge before them with his blade held high up in the air as if threatening to end their very lives. The figure simply smiled under its own mask and looked down at the soul before him.

"You are the spirit of covetous nature though your sin does not claim to be the same boy. I shall take what is rightfully mine." Zelsane spoke in what almost seemed a guttural language to most but as clear as the night sky to the young man who had brought the woman back from the dead. The Decayed God brought his blade down swiftly upon the young man in an attempt to end his life and take the ever burning fire that swelled within.

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#, as written by Varden
That blade seared a path. Quite suddenly there was that feeling of being watched, every action scrutinized. Those present of a divine or cosmic power would feel it surely for it was those entities who were being watched and weighed. Whispers in a female tone from the shadows and the sounds of chains unspooling rang out a catophony but only for the senses of Zelsane and Shabot-Urn. These words were spoken as the blade decended. 'Duillíní an t-iarmhéid. The balance shifts. Beidh saor in aisce agus cinniúint cónaí ar an dá thaobh le marc tanaí. Free will and fate reside on either side of a thin mark.'

The blade had yet to strike. A male voice spoke at a whisper. 'An bhfuil a roghnaíonn tú a ghoid sin uaidh mar gheall ar a foghail agus trí do lámh féin? Do you choose to steal this from him because of his trespass and through your own hand? Stad. Halt. Beidh iarmhairt ní ba chóir duit fanacht ar do lámh. There will be a consequence should you not stay your hand.'

The blade was moving just as fast as the Decayed God had sent it, screaming swiftly down upon the young man but all this had been said and heard by the two from which it was spoke and the two to which it was directed.

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Liam felt....weird. The spark of Ancestral magic in him stirred, and he could feel it as he was walking away with Tayrn. it sparked and that alone caused a strange light to eminate from Liam. The light was his Ancestral magic, shielding him from any future attack as well as purging the false sin within him. It had fed his Demonic energy enough to become more powerful, but early enough so it was not even halfway done. The sin became visible for a short while, floating in the air, and looking at it alone would make you know it was artificial and that it was pride, before dissipating.

Liam was now fully at his senses. Enough to know he just probably pissed off a force powerful enough to crush the both of them if he wasn't ready. He didn't actually know the power level of either presence, and was barely able to get a read on it, when he realized an attack was incoming. And at this moment, Liam went on the defensive.

Should the attack go through towards him, it would be met by a Protective Ward that would repel the attack. If the attack was physical, it would use that physical energy, absorb it into itself, and then the Ward would detonate back towards the attacker with its own force plus the strong magics infused in the ward. Should it be magical in nature, the Ward would absorb its magic, and create a magical pulse that would backlash at the attacker. And should it be anything else, his Ancestral Magic would find some way to prevent a lethal blow, if not prevent all damage completely or as much as it could at least.

As well, he brought up a magical barrier around himself and Tayrn. But this wasn't Liam's normal magical barrier. Demonic Magic had leaked into the spell, fortifying it. Even his Spark was contributing, reinforcing the barrier with its own magic. As a result, any attack on the barrier would burn the attacker with Demonic Magic, while the Ancestral Magic, being some of the oldest known magic ever, would make it so that even a Decayed God could not break through it.

Liam made a mental note to thank whoever used Ancestral Magic in the original binding spell, as once it had been broken Liam ever since was able to access it. And once again, it appeared to be very useful.

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#, as written by Marcus
The blade hit the shield and the shadowy decaying man felt the whiplash of his own energy as a gust of wind made it take a step back. Zelsane almost seemed confounded as to what happened but Shabot-Urn smiled as he remained seated.

'Does it speak to us with words Shabot-Urn?! Does it speak in the old tongue?!" Zelsane spoke up in a guttural tone. The Crystal Lord simply waited in his seat to see if something more would happen.

"No Zelsane it does not speak to us. Warning are not for those who defy what fate is. You are the decaying swamp that will one day devour the world as I am the eternal light of crystals that will shine my benevolence upon this realm." The Shadow Lord spoke up from his crystal throne all the while enjoying the show. "Zelsane the boy is weak but his guardians are not. In due time his spark will be ours and that flame will grow like that of the old tree who binds us."

It was with that said that the corrupt God tightened his grip upon his dark blade and held it high above his head with both hands upon the hilt. The corruption of the swamp bellow would gurgle and churn as the divines energies seemed to ripple throughout the landscape like a wave. "Your sparks hall be mine to devour child!" Zelsane began to laugh madly as he began to call upon his swamp that was sitting bellow.

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#, as written by Varden
There were no more warnings...

Whispers were uttered from every shadow. "Cumhacht rud, cruthaitheoir de gach rud brionnaithe ó aon rud agus a bhí riamh a ordú cíor thuathail síoraí... Omnipotent power, creator of all things, forged from nothing, and ever ordering eternal chaos..." The male and female voices mixed as they spoke together.

Dark existential chains shot from every shadow and every dark place in the garden. Each length and every link posses the strength to bind a god. Six planes of force collapsed in on Zelsane from each direction, at speeds rivaling the photon. The outside of the prison, a plane of complete darkness and the inside a barrier that not even light could escape. Once the cage collapsed the chains would encircle. A shimmering pike like a fallen star drawn to Terra crashed into the barrier's highest point and would drive through it to impale Zelsane and pin him and everything within the prison to the freshly formed pocket plane. The inside would form a mirror, an impassible barrier that permitted no escape and severed connections to the dimensions of space-time and up onto the tenth dimension. It was cut from any other planar connections upon this part of the tapestry and would rend a temporary tear.

The all knowing did not know them. The all seeing could not see them. The all powerful could not over power them. Equal terms and they were within their right and within their calling. This was their purpose. This was why they existed and the tools and technique at their disposal gave entities such as Zelsane precious little ability to resist despite his power or his title if their warnings were not headed. To interfere so directly as a cosmic being in the affairs of mortals for malicious or benevolent ends was a violation of freewill. Be freewill illusion or reality none of them had a right unless it fell so heavily upon their purpose and within their domains that it threatened balance.

If Zelsane could not resist his avatar would be yanked from Terra and caged, an act that could be compared to getting your hands severed and then stolen from you.

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Salazar wasn't entirely done here. The boy somehow ejected Pride, that was strange. But he was not letting them leave. He wanted to see what would happen. This boy seemed to have a power even he didn't know of. And that interested him, since he was one of the oldest demons. He gave the apple to Eve.

Salazar placed a barrier around them all, but kept himself inside. It would keep them from leaving, though he could escape whenever he wanted. He just wanted to watch. Additionally, he cloaked the barrier, so that no one outside it but him could see what was happening. To them, it would be like a dome of light appeared over them. A light similar to the boy's.

Liam, quite litterally, walked right into the barrier. Face first. It pushed him backward and onto his ass again. He looked over at Tayrn. He secretly used some of his healing magic on her, to make sure she would last long enough to at least give Renee a chance to say goodbye. At the very least. He just hoped the magic would hold.

Then he turned toward the other two, and he was attacked. However, his shield defended both him and Tayrn. He looked at her, and simply said calmly. "Hold on a second. I will explain everything in a bit. But, short story, I am a Wiccan, I revived you, don't know for how long, your daughter adopted me, and I am a Wiccan and am very irritated by taht...thing...decaying this Garden. Its a Wiccan thing".

He then blasted the ground with pure Wiccan magic and a bit of unintended Ancestral, causing it to grow and flourish with life and repel decay. Roses grey, the grass and leaves grew greener, flowers seemed to pop up, and it even fractured the barrier keeping him and Renee in here, before dispelling completely. Liam then looked back at Tayrn. "Alright, lets go. I don't feel like getting inbetween a battle between two powerful forces today. I am kind of exaughsted and sick after reviving you, no offence".

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#, as written by Faithy
Tayrn honestly had no idea what was going on. There were nerferious beings trying to hurt the boy and her, well, probably just the boy and then there was someone else fighting against the evil things. It was way over her head and the only thing the brunette wanted was to get home to her girls and her husband. Shaking her head, she just glanced towards the boy, blinking when he walked into a barrier of some kind. Tugging on her hair in slight despair, she walked over to the barrier and placed a hand upon it, frowning heavily.

“Hnn…” She started to say something further, but when Liam protected the two of them from attack from one of the evil things, she just arched her brow. How was it that a kid was able to do something like that? Well, in all honesty, she wasn’t all that surprised considering everything she had seen, but being dead made her forget for an instant just how life was in Wing City. She returned her attention towards the boy, listening to his explanation.

“Wait. Did you just say one of my daughters adopted you? Oh what in the hell is going on…?” She muttered softly, shaking her head in disbelief. Neither of her daughters seemed the type to adopt a Wiccan child, but obviously one had. Or he was lying to her… Shaking her head for the millionth time, she just followed behind the child, figuring if he was lying, the truth would come to light sooner or later. Either way, she wanted away from the other figures.

“Right, let’s go.” She walked away, heading towards Gambit’s bar, it’s location engrained into her mind.

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#, as written by Marcus
Zelsane was imprissoned and Shabot-Urn simply closed his viewing for the day. He knew the boy existed and that was all that mattered to prove the young man was not safe. However even though the loss of a comrade weighed heavily on the Shadow Lords heart it only seemed to compare to that of a feather that helplessly falls to the earth bellow from a passing bird in distress and in need of aid.

"We will see if you can hide from me forever boy. Your help has only prolonged your sparks survival on this realm."