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Post by Seraphiel on Jul 22, 2007 20:19:40 GMT -5
Night had fallen upon the dreary region known as Decimus Nocturne. Those who still inhabited the relatively lifeless area were either hitting the pubs in the main town, or simply calling it an early night, afraid of the riffraff which roamed the moonlit land. Far from settlement, a lone figure stood standing perfectly still upon the salty boulders which stretched forth a few miles into the dark depths of the Obsidian Ocean.
His pure white coat seemed a direct contrast to the ebony waters just beyond his white-booted feet. His ice-blue eyes looked straight ahead, in no need of the glasses perched upon his face. A smile was upon his lips, as though he knew something which gave him a feeling of content. He was the Alpha, the Omega, he was Seraphiel.
He had returned to this place like a god descending from the heavens, heaven being the crystal citadel he had created hundreds, if not thousands of feet in the sky. Tonight, he knew someone would be here. Someone special, as special as many of those he considered his most "elite" followers.
"Of all those that have joined me...there is but one race which I have yet to convince...The dragoons..."
He had approached a few, including one of his first encounters with an inhabitant of this modern era. Each one he offered their greatest desires, and yet not a single one joined. In fact, out of all the races, they were perhaps the only species which not only knew his true identity thanks to their dragon spirits, but also the ones responsible for most of the resistance against him. In truth, it would prove to be quite troublesome if all the remaining dragoons rallied their powers in a single assault on his citadel.
I do hope Leon hurries up with finding my sword...It would be of great use to me if the world decides to refuse my generous offer...
Suddenly, Seraphiel's smile widened. He did not move from his perch, simply speaking calmly to the one whom he had been waiting for.
"Ah good evening my dear Nyte. I was hoping you would be in need of an evening stroll. I trust you know who I am?"
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Post by Nyte on Jul 23, 2007 1:03:57 GMT -5
Nyte did not lift her gaze from the ebb and flow of the waves she was watching, her pale silver eyes reflecting their dark depths easily. Her face didn't show it any longer, but her rage was still bubbling inside her. That man, that stupid man.... he was reprehensible. Disgusting. Idiotic. How dare he complain like that and randomly attack strangers! She wanted to lash out, she wanted to strike something, but she knew she couldn't. It wasn't like her to lose her cool like this...she had come within inches of killing that man, and she knew it. Not only did she know it... but Nox knew it as well. Ever since that incident a few hours ago, communication between Dragoon and Dragon had been strained. Nox was hesitant to speak to her now, almost as if she might yell at him if he did try to speak with her. Nyte did not wish to talk to Nox either... he would scold her about how rashly she had acted, about how she shouldn't have lost it back there. She felt bad enough about that already as it was; she didn't need some dragon trapped in a stone to make it worse for her.
Now her gaze relaxed slightly, just wishing that things would go back to the way they had been. That night when she had been attacked...Catio had gone in to town with Lloyd, and she had stayed behind. She had never been a city slicker at all and preferred the quite sounds of a forest than the sounds of daily life in a town or city. They had left and she had gone to find some water, a nearby pond, something. She had taken to the sky to get a better view...and that was when it happened. The silhouette against the moon would be burned in to her memory for the rest of her life. There before her, riding on an ebony gryphon, was the one woman solely responsible for slaughtering her family and friends. Bitter words were exchanged and a fight ensued...both parties were wounded pretty heavily, but ultimately, Nyte came out the loser. Wounded, she fell from the sky into a stable, breaking her arm and some ribs, blacking out. Toaste, the Gryphon Rider, did not even check to see if she was alive before flying off. Nyte, after re-gaining consciousness, staggered from the wreckage. She had not made it far before collapsing from her wounds. If it had not been for Nox, she most likely would have died. He stopped the blood flow long enough for someone to find her collapsed. They took her back to their home and cared for her, nursing her back to health. Her recovery did not take too long, but it was arduous and painful. By the time she could walk again, months had passed. Catio and Lloyd were no where to be found....she had wandered, but found no trace of them. Years had passed....
And now she was here, pathetic and alone, unable to control her anger and throwing tantrums like a child. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. She sighed slightly, the sigh catching in her throat as she noticed there was someone there with her. She did not turn around, but instead listened. The person was not moving, so they did not seem hostile... then, a voice spoke. It was soft, wispy... deceiving. More importantly, the owner of that voice knew her name. She had not met him, she was positive of it...but she had a feeling. She saw his reflection in the water before her and her assumptions were confirmed. It was him. It had to be.
"Seraphiel. I would not call this an evening stroll, exactly, but it is apparent that you wish to speak to me." She said, her voice strong. "What is it that you want with me?" |
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Post by Seraphiel on Jul 29, 2007 21:07:41 GMT -5
There was an old human saying which seemed to characterize Seraphiel's most popular method of recruitment: Everyone had a Price. Oddly enough, nearly all of his followers, save for his "elite", seemed to care less about his dreams of a unified world, the foundations of which would be made by a being which held the knowledge of centuries old. All they were in it for was fulfilling their own selfish desires, which Seraphiel could easily grant them with the power he possessed. Still, regardless of this fact, which never seemed to bother him, Seraphiel pressed on, knowing that the more he proved to the world how futile it was to resist him, the more his followers would learn to truly feel as though they were doing something that mattered.
"Quite perceptive of you. Yes, I would much like to speak with you. Ill state my point first, I want you to join my cause. Nothing else, just your willingness to fight for what I am fighting for. A simple request, but one with great benefits, if you are willing to accept them. You see, I am fighting for a world with unparalleled equality. This world, Vaenon as you all call it, is flawed. While it may not be entirely noticeable to some, I, who has been observing the land for quite some time, can see it perfectly. There is too much separation, and I don't just mean in social class. In this time of peace, is there a place where the battle-hardened warrior can keep the fire in his eye going? No, instead he is discouraged from any sort of violence whatsoever. So, the warrior, who has known nothing but battle, is now forced between giving up all that he had ever known, or turning to a life of crime in order to fuel that need for a fight. This is but a single example. Wouldn't a world where any single individual could simply go to a place where they would no longer feel secluded and unneeded from society? I want to create a world where such places exist, and with your help, this world of mine would be that much closer to achieving..."
After his long speech, he went silent, the smile returning to his lips. He would not be surprised in the least if she refused him, or even (bravely) mocked him. He did not really need her, but the added help would make his next plan all the more simple. It was all up to her what would happen next, Seraphiel's only hope was that he would not have to torture yet another resistant being, especially on such a gorgeous night.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 30, 2007 5:03:13 GMT -5
Nyte was silent for a moment, his words mulling around in her anger-addled brain. He wanted HER to join his ranks? What made her so special? She doubted he even needed her help...was she a victim, chosen at random? Or was there more to it? She was guessing her involvement was a matter of random chance, as she had no idea why he would want her assistance otherwise. If anyone had known about her, she was referred to as the Phantom, the Phantom of Shadows. She doubted she was famous enough for someone like Seraphiel to simply ask to join him.
Nyte turned around, her eerie moonlight silver gaze looking straight in to the eyes of Seraphiel. He was a bit taller than her, and she almost reached 6 foot. He had to be somewhere around six two, or six three, as she had to look up in to his eyes to look him in the face. Her eyes did not hold fear; in fact, they held anger, though easily recognized as anger not directed at Seraphiel. He had simply caught her on a bad night.
"Equality... That is a noble goal indeed, but tell me this, Omnipotent One... what makes you think you can succeed where everyone else has failed?"' She asked, her voice cold as usual. Her tone was not a mean one, simply curt and void of anything resembling the goodness in others. "Throughout history, people have been striving for that goal, that one single goal...and yet, NO ONE has managed to obtain it. The answer is simple; while the hearts of many men are good and just, there are those whose hearts cannot forgive. Evil is inherently human, and it is not something we can merely drop. Hatred, discrimination between race, gender, anything.... there will always be those things in the world as long as we are free to think for ourselves."
Nyte stated abruptly. It was obvious that she held no fear of Seraphiel, but indeed held respect for the man. He was striving for something just, though the stories she had heard about him call him the Black Plague. There was more to this man than met the eye, more than the stories told...
"Give me a reason to join you, and perhaps I will. Striving for equality is one thing, but exactly how you and your 'force' are to do it intreages me. What do you have that so many others do not, I wonder? For to long has the hearts of men dwelled on hatred....to change their minds now will simply not take a few years. To change them to quickly would destroy them, I'm sure you know. I will fight for you, Lord Seraphiel, if you can provide me with a good enough reason as to why I should."
Nyte finished. Her words were refined, even through her anger. She was not thinking as clearly as she might have had she not had a run in with that pathetic sack of meat, that practitioner of ignorance.... yet her argument was a valid one. Too many people before them had attempted at equality; what made Seraphiel believe he could succeed where others could not? |
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Post by Seraphiel on Jul 30, 2007 14:58:10 GMT -5
(btw, try to avoid using the term 'human' as a general term, mortal is better, since it applies to all races ^_^)
"Equality... That is a noble goal indeed, but tell me this, Omnipotent One... what makes you think you can succeed where everyone else has failed?"'
Even before she had finished what she had to say, Seraphiel couldn't help but chuckle, not in a mocking way, simply because of the fact that he knew he was a bit more advanced than those who had failed before him. Why? Because "everyone else" that Nyte spoke of was of a race that had been unaware of their own true origins for decades. Only he knew the truth, that they had once lived in a land of true unity, if only for a little while. Then again, there were those few 'others' like himself, the long forgotten race which had been there first. Some did have the same goal that Seraphiel held today, and as powerful as they had been, in the end they failed. But Seraphiel was different. He had survived, he was still here, placed in a world which did not know what he was capable of, and he was more than happy to show them...
"Throughout history, people have been striving for that goal, that one single goal...and yet, NO ONE has managed to obtain it. The answer is simple; while the hearts of many men are good and just, there are those whose hearts cannot forgive. Evil is inherently human, and it is not something we can merely drop. Hatred, discrimination between race, gender, anything.... there will always be those things in the world as long as we are free to think for ourselves."
Seraphiel nodded in agreement to her words, knowing that what she said was true, but still, it did not seem to worry him in the least. He was about to speak, but stopped before his mouth could move, noticing that the dragoon had more to say. So, she was interested, that was progress. He wondered what kind of dragon spirit she held. Surely it was even now telling Nyte what kind of being he was, what his kind had done to the dragons centuries ago. This was the problem with recruiting dragoons, even if the host was initially willing to join, their dragon spirit often convinced them to change their mind. Seraphiel's hope was that Nyte's dragon would somehow be an exception.
"You speak words of wisdom my dear, and I cannot say you are wrong in your statements about the men who walk this earth in these times. Evil is just as apparent as Good, I know this. However, as I have found in dealing with these kinds of men, there is a way to 'tame' their ways. All you have to do is keep them sated. If you give a man all the wealth he could ever need, why would he wish to steal? If a person continues to want more, then my dear all we have to do is simply...deny that person life in this world. Some may find this method to be brutal, barbaric, and evil. To them I ask what would be the lesser of two evils, killing a man who's hunger for more never ends, or letting him roam the world freely, plaguing those who try to live an honest, humble life? You ask what I have that others do not, I will tell you, although I would have thought your dragon spirit would have told you a bit more about me and what I am..."
He paused, letting those last words sink in. As troublesome as the dragons had been in the past, Seraphiel had to figure out a way to win a few over to his side, and the best way of doing this was through their hosts. If Nyte could convince her 'partner', then Seraphiel would be better off. After a few moments, he continued, his ice-blue gaze never leaving the dragoon. He was about to tell her what few living in this era knew about, his history.
"You see, I was not born in this era, this time. My origins trace back to when this world was but a fledgling, an untouched, unshaped mass of earth, just waiting to be molded. That was my, our purpose, to create. My race, the first race to ever exist in this world, was given the awesome task of shaping the world into a place filled with life. Once the land itself had been shaped, everything from the tallest mountains to the deepest darkest oceans, we began to make life-forms, races. Now here is where I know that my goal can be achieved. You see, initially, we knew prosperity. Not only amongst our own kind, but with the races which we had created. Those that did not agree with us, we simply...denied existence. All was well...until we had to face a power which matched our own, a power which would plant the seeds of rebellion in the races we had worked so hard to remain prosperous. If you wish to know what this race was, all you have to do is ask your dragon spirit..."
Again he paused, having a feeling the dragoon and her partner would be in need of a little chat with one another. He was taking quite the risky path, telling Nyte information which might cause a little less unity between her and her dragon spirit. However, she wanted answers, and this was the best explanation he could give. Another moment passed, and he continued, touching the middle portion of his glasses frame, his gaze lowering for but a moment before returning to Nyte.
"To make a long story short, as powerful as we were, we could not stop the rebellion which grew as time passed. The dragons diminished our numbers in such a way that even the very races we had created could defeat us if they tried hard enough. It was a sad time indeed, but I survived, and now I am trying to reclaim that time when all lived without fear and all were prosperous. You want a reason Nyte Gnarus, I shall give one. Fight for me in order to rid the world of the selfish and the greedy. Help me create a world where we can finally go to sleep without worry of another coming into our room and killing us where we lie...Will you do this for me?"
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