Perdition

[kipponoui]

Silent. Still. Nonexistent. Void.
Silent. Still. Nonexistent. Void.
Silent. Still. Nonexistent. Void.

The mantra repeated, keeping Meian's being busy while time passed--well, as well as time could pass when it didn't technically exist.

Silent. Still. Nonexistent. Void.

He needed the chant. It kept the peace. It kept him from going insane, and it kept him from falling into nothing--a thing hard to do, after being surrounded by it for so long. Or not surrounded by it; it's hard to tell where nothing can exist sometimes. Or not exist.

Silent. Still. Nonexistent. Void.

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The angel didn't even try thinking about how long he had been there. Time was so hard to measure when it didn't exist outside of his mind. All Meian thought about was his existance, and the Mantra.

Silent. Still. Nonexistent. Void.

Everyone in the void comes to know the Mantra sooner or later. Sooner, of course, is better--less time to risk losing your mind and whatnot. Later runs a risk of losing memories, sanity, maybe even knowledge of who you are, what you are, and where you came from.

Silent. Still. Nonexistent. Void.

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The Mantra stopped that, though. Well, 'stopped' as well as a sequence of words could; it was more the focus required to maintain the Mantra that kept Meian from losing it. Single thought, nothing else--no memories to lose. A mental wall--no way in, no way out.

Silent. Still. Nonexistent. Void.

He really wished he could just hop out of here. Stuck in limbo, with no direction, time, or motion just wasn't the angel's idea of vacation. But no, not yet; he didn't have the energy. Hell, he didn't even have the energy to try and locate a kernel. It would be awhile before he could go anywhere. Meian hated it here.

Silent. Still. Nonexistent. Void.

Although, the angel had no one but himself to blame for his predicament. I he hadn't decided to destroy the Hall.... No, no thinking. Only chanting.

Silent. Still. Nonexistent. Void.

A lot of chanting.

Silent. Still. Nonexistent. Void.

Necessary chants.

Silent. Still. Nonexistent. Void.

Meian hated it here.

Silent. Still. Nonexistent. Void.

Silent. Still. Nonexistent. Void.

Something collided with the angel's being. Before contact broke, Meian heard a strong voice.

Everywhere. Everything. Savior. God.

[kipponoui]

"Sir, the rebels are breaking through!" Raz heard a guard shout out.
"Let them."
"But sir!"
"I said let them!" Raz's eyes glowed harshly. Immediately, the guard fell to the ground, dead. "Anyone else wish to question my decision?"
The nearby guards looked down, both to avoid the harsh gaze of their master and to offer up a prayer for their comrade.

"Good." Raz's eyes faded, returning to their usual crimson. "We have nothing to fear from those ants anymore; all they're doing is filling the hole to be flooded."
He couldn't suppress a chuckle. It had all gone off too perfectly; the spies, the double agents, he had found them all. He had found them, and he had turned them; and now, he had the last of the rebels in the palm of his hand. "To the throne room!" he cried out, the order flying from soldier's mouth to soldier's mouth throughout the great hall like a wave of noise. As one, the small army began moving towards the stairs, neatly filing up the level. Raz blinked, teleporting himself to the top floor, his throne room.

It was a good half an hour before the sound of stomping boots on polished marble ended. Raz looked down from his standing position in from of his golden chair draped in red silk, staring at the faces watching him.
"Tonight!" he began, raising his arms in a dramatic fashion. "Tonight is the best night for all of existence. Tonight is the night I save everything!"
The small army cheered, raising their gleaming swords above their heads.
"Tonight, we begin our move against the destruction of all that we know, and more that we don't!"
Again, the crowd cheered.
"Tonight, I take my rightful place, as ruler of all!"
The crowd's cheer began, but was interrupted as the golden door at the back of its room burst open. The crowd parted immediately, forming an aisle between Raz and the door.
"Ah, and my special guest of honor has arrived in a tardy fashion! I would expect nothing less of you, my noble friend. But you're too late; the work of that foolish martyr from years ago has come undone. Tonight, the Orb reawakens!"

Raz smiled as the sound of explosives rang throughout the building, followed moments later by the shifting of the building around them. Cracks began to appear in the walls, bits of the ceiling raining down upon the men. "I'm so sorry, my stupid enemy, but I win this round; I win every round."

"Now, the Orb reawakens! Behold!"

Raz reached out with his left hand, and snapped his fingers.

---

Huh. So this is what the void is like. It's....empty.

Raz could feel himself floating--there was no other way to describe it. He had no senses; sight, sound, feeling--all gone. He wasn't even sure if he still had a body.

Well, I guess I should be on my way then. After all, it's not every day one receives a call for greatness, a call to save the world! And why stop at the world? Why should just my world be saved? Why not save all the worlds! All the worlds that were, are, and will be! With this power, I can be everywhere. I can be everything. I will be a Savior. I will be a God.

I will be everywhere. I will be everything. I will be a Savior. I will be God!

I am everywhere. I am everything. I am a Savior. I am God.

Raz was so focused on his thoughts, he didn't notice the other being he bumped against.

Everywhere. Everything. Savior. God.

[Vale]

Sirius could feel the world refolding around him. Is this what the Undercity was like? Had Cyrus succeeded? How could he have....he existed. Still....This was different...it was nothing, yet it was everything. Nothing...a void....filled with everything....is this what the Eclipse meant?

Many ideas were racing through his head. Sirius had never felt this before.



Re-emerging he found himself somewhere strange. It was a glimpse of a different city...Neo. It was different from Sanctum, perhaps Cyrus had flung him threw time. Was it still Sanctum was it still....


gone

Blinking again, it was as if the world had peeled back, revealing the Auction House and in turn, the Manse off in the distance.



"Home..." He spoke, as it seemed people were just appearing out of pockets, revealing themselves left and right as if their lives were uninterrupted. Did they experience it as well? Do they even know?

Sirius...return to me.

It was the voice of his Master. His Father... It was the Voice of the Lord. The only true living God.



After a quick Dementia Teleport, Sirius had appeared at the Door of the Manse. It was impossible to manifest one's self within the Mansion, one must always be...allowed...into the manse. Cyrus however, was awaiting his "son" outside of the colossal domicile.

"Sirius." Cyrus spoke, pausing slightly. "The Manse no longer is part of Sanctum." He said, touching the door to have it remain locked. "Something is coming."

[kath]

Ryven was flying, flying over the city in her nightly survey of the towering buildings and lower slums. Paranoia. It was a side effect of years and years of no sleep, fueled by one rush of adrenaline after another to keep her going. Too much had happened, too many had died. Some nights, she still thought the war between the hybrids and the Bully Boys was still going on and she awoke with terror that she'd fallen asleep at all while everyone was in danger.

Now, though, she settled for a nightly scan. Just to see that all was going as normal and there were no longer screams filling the empty darkness. Her last stop was Joe's, the bar that she'd inherited. So much had happened there, so many lives lost and created. It was a place of both comfort and sorrow- where blood had flown so freely that the wood would be forever stained.

Her black wings drifted with the current to soar over her bar when she felt it, a slight tug at the fabric of time and space. She paused where she was in the sky, violet eyes glaring. Again she felt it, and then for a third and fourth time. Someone was playing with rifts. This would bode well for none. Ryven took a breath of the cool air and shifted to the right- for it was her right side that was crafted and born and tied to the void itself.

Silent. Still. Nonexistent. Void.

One could go insane within the nothing- the nothing and the everything all rolled into one. Coming here did nothing but solidify what she already knew. Something, or someone, had caused a change. A ripple, if you will, through the void. And thus through nothingness, through everything.

Her eyes began to glow violent as once again she shifted, this time to the left. The part of her tied to the verses.

Air. Space. Time. Flow.

She had long gotten used to the shock of shifting in and out of the void. Once again she began to fly- before she realized her mistake. A rift, one that had not been there before, opened in front of her. Her own damned fault for not paying attention, a rookie mistake to a creator such as herself.

As Nico so often put it, 'Fail.'

Through the rift she spun before being spat out and colliding with someone- damn it. Ot of the rift her wings resumed their beating and she flew into the air a bit before landing in front of two odd looking men and a rather interesting mansion. Ryven retracted her black wings and soon she looked like any other human- minus that her eyes and fingers were glowing violet as a precaution. She had no way of knowing if they were friend or foe.

Hoping for the former, she announced herself. "Ryven Silverfall, nice to meet ya," her voice sang. "Sorry about dropping in like this.. I'd love to explain it to you, but since the liklihood of you knowing about the void or rifts or verses is next to none I'll not even bother."

She waited. If friendly, she'd be on her merry little way back home. IF not, she'd fight and THEN be on her merry little way back home.

[Vale]

"Rifts...and Verses. That is what you call them." Cyrus spoke, as Sirius shifted back to his feet after being knocked down by the winged humanoid.
"Well Miss Silverfall, Allow me the pleasure to introduce myself. I am Cyrus Valentine. This is my...son, Sirius. No doubt you are not of this realm." Cyrus spoke, obviously unphased at the fact this woman just manifested herself.

"Not of this realm?" Sirius looked questionately at his father figure then back to Ryven. "Where is she from?"
Cyrus cut him off before he began asking more questions.
"Sirius, you have already walked through the rifts. When we Eclipsed this world, a...rift...must have opened for you. Perhaps it was even you who opened it Sirius." Cyrus spoke, still his voice as empty as it was deafening. "My Condolences for your...arrival here Miss Silverfall. Knowing what you know, could prove quite...useful." Cyrus paused, his mind already processing the world around them.

Sirius gazed back over, never had he seen his father even act in such a manner. What had happened in the eclipse?

Cyrus continued.
"If what you say is true, than it is as I have feared. Many millenniums ago, I was created by the manifestation of Living Souls being twisted and condensed in the Void. A place in which the Denizens of this world have taken a liking to it by the name of The Undercity. I was the first of these manifested souls of the Void. Ultimately with this, I was tasked with protecting what I had been instructed to...this Mansion." Cyrus spoke, Sirius shuddering beneath his words. "Although I had only speculated the creation of other worlds with other Protectors, your presence here for more than mere moments solidifies my concern." Sirius spoke up this time.

"Father, I saw a city, but it was far unlike our own. It was....different. Made of shiny things. With gigantic glass windows, some even larger than the Auction House, taller than the Department as well. But I thought it was just a dream." Sirius paused yet again as Cyrus spoke up.
"Then my worries have grown tenfold. Ryven Silverfall, I have no doubt of this. The Realms are Merging, or at least overlapping in some degrees. Sirius's journey to what I would think was your world, and your arrival here are not of the purest of chances, but pure statistical certainty. Although his powers are great, Sirius is not yet capable of residing in alternate realms as you are...yet." Cyrus finished. "I can assure you safe passage back, as well as a tie to your world's Node---whatever it is." Cyrus spoke. "In exchange for bringing with you Sirius. He is capable of surviving on his own, however to fully manifest his latent gifts would be far favorable. I hypothesize that it would be best gained under the tutelage of yourself."

Sirius couldn't believe his ears. Surely they must have been betraying him all these times. There were other places like Sanctum out there? Marvelous.

Cyrus continued to stare at the Violet Woman in front of him. If she were to decline, well....in Sanctum, no one declined a Valentine's Offer, and Certainly no one declined the Lord Valentine's Ultimatum.

[PsychoKath]

Jesus Ryv, you've been to other verses, hell you've MADE other verses.... you should NOT be surprised to find someone else who knows what the fuck is going on. You can't have been the only one out there.

This Cyrus guy seemed like one nasty piece of work. Everything about him pretty much said 'Obey me or Die'. Too bad Ryven wasn't one to be controlled. She could, however, be diplomatic without him controlling her. She just had to resist the urge to punch him.

"Well, Cy, I appriciate the offer of a trip back home- though I can assure you that it isn't needed. I can safely take myself back home whenever it pleases myself to go. Although, your notion of the colliding verses worries me... I fear the same thing and had hoped it was just the silly musings of an overactive imagination. In a situation like this, I agree that your... son ... needs to be trained. Thus, I will do you the favor of taking him back with me and taking him under my wing, so to speak. And , of course, now that I have been to your Verse, I can return if need be," Ryven waited. It was a dangerous game, this game of words. One wrong syllable and all was lost.

She loved it.

[Vale]

Cyrus's eyes still stared blank daggers into Ryven, as if analyzing every facet of this walker. She might have been the protector of one world, but she was out of her element here. Regardless of her power, she was no match for Cyrus in this world---and he knew this.

"Reaching Sanctum...this "verse" is easy, leaving it...a different story all together. Regardless of power, you're out of touch with your own Realm, and therefore are significantly weaker here. No doubt your power is immense, of this I am certain. However..." Cyrus paused to turn and look at Sirius next to him.

"Proceed my son. I will open the next Rift for you. I fear Ryven Silverfall, that If you immediately jump back to your Verse, it would potentially stress the fabric connecting the two making travel between the worlds...dangerous. I will send you to what is left of Bastille. From there, you will be able to proceed to whichever verse you'd like." Cyrus spoke, as he lifted his left arm and proceeded to open the Door of the Manse----only a black inky film was behind the door, tendrils lashing out madly as if trying to escape the recesses of the void.

"Remember, Through Bastille, than out to whichever Universe is the closest from there." Cyrus spoke, as Sirius began to walk through it, unfearing of the inky abyss.


Gazing back to Ryven, Cyrus nodded.
"Perhaps under other circumstances, Ryven. I will remain vigil protecting and shaping this world. See to it you do the same with Sirius."

[PsychoKath]

Her left eye twitched. Just like a man, underestimate the woman. But he'd no notion of that she wasn't a mere walker. Perhaps it was time to fix that. Mentally, she reached out to the door she'd made all those years ago, to the door she made and the universe of her own making beyond it.

"Forgive me, Cyrus, for not fully explaining my reasons for creating my own door. There have been many occurences in my existence that render me incapable of using anothers rift willingly- unless I trust them with my life. Being as I just met you, no offence meant, but there is no such trust between us. Now, if I were a mere walker then it would most likely be necessary for me to go your way- but I am not. I am a Creater, as well," She watched him carefully form this point on. " So I propose this, I'm going to go through my own door," At her words, the door to the Verse she created appeared and opened, " To the Verse I created years ago. It was there that I traine dmyself, and it would be the place I shall take Sirius to help manifest his abilities as well. This just... saves some energy," Please let this work. I am not going through his door. Nico would kill me if I ever did that again.

[Vale]

Cyrus smirked, for once he was amused.
"You are wise, perhaps I have underestimated your abilities slightly." He spoke, it was either a deep insult, or a backhanded compliment---one could never be certain with Cyrus Valentine's words.

Nodding his head, the Door opened once more and spat out Sirius, still as he appeared before.

"I had sent him to be securely locked away in case you were to try something drastic. Thankfully you have not, and indeed have passed my first test to you. Silverfall." Cyrus spoke, as Sirius obviously had missed something important between the two.

"You have shown me that your will is not as dark as I had initially perceived, and therefore I offer you this." Cyrus spoke a bit. "Sanctum is different from most other Verses, for it is not tethered in a singular spot, as I said before---it's easy to reach Sanctum. Since it is moving throughout the void separating the multiverses, leaving may launch you into a different realm or to somewhere completely different." Cyrus spoke, explaining to Ryven how Sanctum Operated. "Regardless, if you are capable of creating your own Universes, this should just be a refresher for you." Cyrus spoke, as he closed the gate once more to Bastille, and looked back to Sirius.

"You serve a new master Sirius. And you stand before her." He spoke, vanishing into the Void of the gate---leaving on Sirius and his "new" Master Ryven.


"He speaks a bit funny for someone his age." Sirius smiled, obviously more jovial than his previous mentor. "So where are we going?"

[PsychoKath]

She couldn't believe that worked. Cyrus was planning something, she'd no doubt, but she didn't mind. She was doing the exact same thing. RYven summoned up a small violet ball and spoke to it:

I'll go along with you little game for now, Cyrus, but keep in mind. You're just as much a pawn in mine as I am in yours.

Once it had its message, it vanished. Wherever Cyrus was, it would find him. They'd never failed her before. Now she turned to her new 'pupil' and glared. The MOMENT she brought this one home Nico was going to say something like, "Another one of your strays, Ryven? You can adopt everyone in the mutiversial thingy or whatever you call it, you know." She just knew it. Ugh.

"First rule, if you ever call me 'master' I'm going to banish you to a tiny piece of nothingness for the rest of forever," Her eyes and fingers finally stopped glowing and her wings grew from her back once more. "Rule number two, if you're stuck with me that means we do things my way. And no lying to me- about anything. If you can't tell me something, fine. Say that. DOn't make up bullshit. I'll know, and I'll kill you," She finished her rant and stretched her wings. Time to answer his question.

"Padre was right, going back to my home Verse would be a not so good thing immediately. SO instead we're going to a Verse I created about 10 years ago. There, I'll see what you know and hopefully fill in any gaps in your knowledge," She looked him over. Damn, there was no liklihood of this boy being able to fly- she'd have to help out a bit.

As quickly as she thought it Sirius was covered in her violet glow, and he began to hover in the air a bit. "If you go through that door by walking it won't be pretty."

Without another word, Ryven flew through the opening and into a large meadow with tall grasses and one very large tree. She hated this Verse. Nevertheless, it had helped her out of more than one spot in the past- including her training. Ryven landed in the grasses and fell to her knees.

Cyrus hadn't been kidding- 'Sanctum' didn't like to let go of things.

[Vale]

Sirius had easily landed on his feet as he looked at Ryven fall. It must have taken a lot out of her after trying to force her way out of Sanctum. At least she knew now anyway.

"Ryven." Sirius spoke, seeming genuinely worried over his new mentor's duress. "You don't need to worry about me too much. I may not be as powerful as you, but.." He spoke as his eyes covered themselves in an inky film, and his Aura shifted to a dark crimson. "I can handle myself in most situations." He spoke, as he levitated a bit off the ground, and flickered around a bit in this new realm.

Landing back next to Ryven, he tilted his head sideways at this strange green thing touching his feet.
"I've read about these things before. Cyrus called it plantae, and this was grass. It doesn't look like this in Sanctum. But I know what it is." Sirius smiled a bit. "How should we start Miss Ryven?"

[Vale]

Jareth had finished his rounds. It was under his Supreme Commander Rhys Ajani that they had seized the former Capital of Bern, and was quite an interesting Grand Castle at that---A City based upon rings, and the higher it rose, the more grandiose it became.


It sickened the Swamp Lord, but Rhys's words were law. A Law he would uphold and kill anyone who stood as a testament to his word.

Of course, Rhys was no longer around to voice his opinion over the matter, as he was believed to have been killed in the War for the Orb years prior....it mattered not to Jareth. He would take anyone down whoever stood against the Immortal Will of Rhys.

Funny though, how some things never seemed to age, and even when the walls of Bern Grand Castle seemed to rust and mold, Jareth's vigil was ever constant. Even to the point in which he would slay anyone who entered the throne room in which he was Steward.

Some feared the New Gilt-Leaf General, others idolized him---neither of them had any say on Jareth's stance. However it seemed this fateful night, he had visitors....no doubt people from the Liberation front in another futile attempt to overthrow The Replacement King Jareth in name for diplomacy and in the name of peace. Funny wasn't it? Killing in the Name of Peace? Jareth mocked them from his own shadows.



"We've come to put an end to your rule tyrant. You will die for the pain and suffering you've caused this great City. You will Pay!!" One of them squeaked, to which Jareth only looked disappointed.



Jareth lazily gazed upon the mass of people threatening him.



"Show Me How."

[Shorik]

They had finally made it. They had come to the Hall of Prophecies to defeat Lorde. With that done, Elfyria would again have balance between light and darkness. The Eternal Night would end.

The hall had been tainted by the darkness, just like nearly eveything else in Elfyria. It's walls were a pitch obsidian black, with blood red runes glowing upon them.

Shorik, Meian, and Dahlia looked ahead to see their enemy waiting for them. They drew their weapons and rushed into battle. It lasted a long whle, but eventually, the power of the Legends defeated Lorde. Kami, the ruler of Light was released, and set off to restore the light. Before he left, though, Kami said Meian was to become the next Balancer.

It seemed as though everything had been done, until Meian meioned that Lorde's spirit still resided in the Hall of Prophecy. To destroy Lorde, he would need to destroy the Hall. Before Shorik or Dahlia could object, Meian teleported them away.

For a moment, there was nothing. But then, Shorik began to regain conciousness. He was lying down on a rocky surface. He slowly got up and realized he was on the same mountain path he had met Meian and the others on. He also realized that on the horizon, he could see the sun beginning to rise.

But nobody else was here.. He was alone...
"Guys?" he called out, "Meian? Tusk? Dahlia?! Andra?! Sedran! Kel!....."

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"Ermyne!"
Shorik shouted as he woke up in a cold sweat. It took him a few moments to realize he had been dreaming.
If only it was just a dream...

It had been three months since the Eternal Night ended. In that time, the forces of Light and Darkness were still fighting with one another, though balance had, for the most part, been restored. Shorik had spent those months travelling Elfyria. He had been trying to find any of the others he had fought with... any of his friends. So far, he'd been unsuccessful.

The young man got up and wiped his forhead with a handkerchief. He looked to the sky to see a crescent moon out amongst the stars in the nght sky. Maybe tonight, he would have luck. He gathered his things, including the Sword of Legend, and set off in the grassy field, for the nearest city.

[PsychoKath]

Ryven groaned audibly. "Okay, its not 'miss' Ryven or 'lady' Ryven, its just Ryven. Got it? Sheesh," She got up from her knees and thought. What the fuck could she teach this kid? What does he already know? Well. Best to start off with the void, since everything is tied to it anyways.

She spoke to him while she began to plan, "Yes, this is grass. I feel I must warn you- we'll not be in this Verse long. I hate it here, its my own personal form of hell. Whenever someone 'kills' me, this is where I am trapped until I break free and return to my body. When I come here willingly, however, I can leave whenever I please. Now," She changed topics. Wings retracted into her shoulders so that once more it was bare skin showing. Violet eyes were lost in thought. " What do you know already? What can you do? Have you personally been to the Void?"

[Vale]

Sirius placed his thumb up to his lips and bit down a bit in thought. "To be specific Ryven. I am an extension of the Void. Cyrus once said that it was because of Sanctum that traveling through Rifts were possible at all for most beings. Since it created movement in the tides of the Void all together. I can do plenty of things, to be specific I can follow orders." Sirius giggled a bit, sure he was physically his early 20's at max, he was still young in the workings of the world, well this 'newer' world.

"I was created by Lord Cyrus after he finalized his Eclipse of Sanctum. In doing so, he, as I was informed, became Sanctum, and transversely, finished becoming a one of the void. In memory of his lost son, he created me. I am everything that the first Sirius was and could do, just in this form. I've masted 15 opposing styles of combat, I have full manipulation of Dementia Space, and on top of that I am capable of traversing the void all together. That is why Cyrus sent me to you." Sirius smiled a bit, jovial and sincere, but serious all together.

"In short, despite being able to create and restore Verses, I can do most everything you can." Sirius smiled. "However I know that with the right gifts and with your knowledge I can in time be capable of doing feats like you too Ryven." Sirius was bright eyed, as he quickly changed his tone. "We're both Half-Void Beings, allowing us to exist and not exist at the same time." Sirius spoke, "well I mean...feats slightly of less quality than you Ryven!" He blushed a bit as he turned his head sideways.

"What shall I demonstrate? Can you use Dementia Magic too?"