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━ LM ━ Aeson’s vocal onslaught only attested to his beliefs that no one and nothing was above what humanity is often blamed for. Mankind was said to be wretched and depraved beings, but some of them at least knew of mercy, compassion, and intimacy━ something Frederique had discovered the supposed divine tended to lack. Rulers were in between either world like wandering souls in limbo, and as time would progress, they’d pass the threshold and think of themselves equally untouchable as Gods and Goddesses. The Sixth’s opinion did nothing to change his decision of remaining a nobody on this globe, because true difference couldn’t be brought about when stuck in the skies, far from that which needed bettering.

Slowly shaking his head, lips twisted into a wry smile. “You’re just proving my point. Ascend to Godhood and sooner or later you too will be part of that evil, and you’ll most likely think you’re not.” The titan turned on his heel, offering a last single glance at the man beside him. There was no arguing with some people, especially those wrought by the destructive venomous hatred from where their story had taken them. “Enjoy the rest of your night, Aeson.”

He listened to yet another excuse. He was right of course, it was well known that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. However seeing humanities current state, transforming into beasts for trying to be more than they were, trying to he Gods, creating life through alchemy and magicks. True there might be some that differ, some that have their humility but most.. Most were too self centered. And it was clear from the words Frederique spoke next he was not willing to make the sacrifice of himself to better the world of man and man itself. Aeson however, he would gladly be the corruption to make sure no child would he sacrificed, no woman would be raped. Even if that meant he had to become a beast in the process.

"And to you." He simply responded to the man his farewell eyes once again gazing at the sky. He listened intently, not to his surroundings, but his magic fuelled mind allowed him to once more commune with his God. True it was a horrible creature in visage and manner. It too however told him things, showed him things. Not the future, for you can not capture the future, more possibilities, things that could occur if you played your cards right took the right divergences. Tonight he saw himself ascend the steps of a deus as he ascended to godhood. His hard work, his sacrifice had paid of and he was beyond the highest of Khatidjin. He had become a God still rooted to the physical plane and as such with a more direct hand in its happenings.

That thought still lingering in his mind he went back to his chambers to retrieve his weapon and to clad himself in the fashion of the realm. He would become a god. He would sacrifice himself, his integrity, his sanity for the greater good if need be. This was no time for self preservation, what was one life when weighed against nine realms? Ten including this one. Nothing.

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━ LM ━ Had the Sixth vocalized his train of thought and the doubt that came along, he’d have discovered that “the mistress” cared naught whether he saw her undo the flesh of man or not. Prideful of the beast hid beneath her skin, Mallow found no need in burying what she’d oftentimes refer to as her true self unless she was among the ordinary━ the ignorant. To her it was as natural as drinking and eating. Much like the titan’s presence on this earth.

Eyebrows furrowed fleetingly at Aeson’s words. A god? Him? He couldn’t help but deem the very notion laughable, yet amusement was the furthest from what he could read upon his face. “Merde... I think you’re mistaking me for something else,” he countered swiftly. “I was born on this world. Given shape by its essence… I’m not a god, I’m not even half of one. Even after I’ve outlived men by countless of lifetimes, it’s unlikely I’ll ever “ascend”.” Following his gaze to peer into the skies, the moon, Frederique shook his head. “Let the gods be gods and the rulers be rulers. I have no desire to be something I’m not, ami.”

“━ No one is safe from greed, guile, and ruination less they find it within themselves to disassociate from everything, including themselves and their story.”

The words, despite having a genuine ring to them as well as a severe lack of ambition made Aeson feel suspicious. No being with power like that could withstand the call. He had to be lying, not telling all. Right? He had to.. If he did not Aeson did not like what that might imply for himself. He shrugged it off, deciding to listen to whatever else the titan had to say. This more than anything else told Aeson the man was without ambitions. Disappointing.

"Yet, the Gods are evil, corrupting mankind and play with humanity like they are nothing more than wooden dolls. They break spirit and will and if it so suits them the bodies at whims. They care naught for us. What if you could better their ranks? Rulers have always been corrupt and selfish. They do not fear for their underlings or even children, they care for their place of power. As is evident of them remaining exactly there. Sons killing their fathers because they covet his power, yet never do better and just restart the cycle." His words thickly laced with bitterness and disgust.

His hatred knew no bounds in this regard humanity turned on him because he was born clean. His own father tried to sacrifice him to one of those evil Gods, failed and as a result Aeson himself was now nothing more than a pet to one of the greater evils. But he also knew, unsure of how exactly he did; that the plans to better he cosmic balance were already in motion.

"With power like yours could better the world if only you wished it." He finally turned to the titan violet eyes blazing with the deep seated light of hatred for weakness. "Yet, here you are playing house with humans hiding your true nature and cowering away from responsibility." Black hair dancing in the wind, blowing about his face and around it. He had weapons with him, he however had no fear of this creature.

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━ LM ━ Hearty laughter bubbled from the titan’s throat. In a society like the one the humans fabricated, whatever ferociousness hid within the souls of women was frowned upon. Some would bend to the will of the populace, and those who wouldn’t yield were shunned. Painted as angry caricatures. For that to seep into the world within the world, the preternatural one, was inevitable. Frederique knew better, however. The very reason he’d been brought into existence was at a woman’s hand, albeit not in the traditional sense.

“Yes and no,” his cryptic answer sounded. Emeralds tore away from the shadowed treeline and turned to watch Aeson, quietly for a moment. “I’ve seen people rip through their skin like it was only a costume. Twisting, deforming, growing. I’ve seen people go up into smoke only to come out a different being. So, yes, I have witnessed the transformation of some Mallow could regard as kin. I even saw her. Changing from woman into wolf, but the transformation of her race is too fast to truly behold. Only time slowing down could bring it to light.”

“I’ve been told it hurts when they’re young.”

The words, despite having a genuine ring to them as well as a severe lack of ambition made Aeson feel suspicious. No being with power like that could withstand the call. He had to be lying, not telling all. Right? He had to.. If he did not Aeson did not like what that might imply for himself. He shrugged it off, deciding to listen to whatever else the titan had to say. This more than anything else told Aeson the man was without ambitions. Disappointing.

"Yet, the Gods are evil, corrupting mankind and play with humanity like they are nothing more than wooden dolls. They break spirit and will and if it so suits them the bodies at whims. They care naught for us. What if you could better their ranks? Rulers have always been corrupt and selfish. They do not fear for their underlings or even children, they care for their place of power. As is evident of them remaining exactly there. Sons killing their fathers because they covet his power, yet never do better and just restart the cycle." His words thickly laced with bitterness and disgust.

His hatred knew no bounds in this regard humanity turned on him because he was born clean. His own father tried to sacrifice him to one of those evil Gods, failed and as a result Aeson himself was now nothing more than a pet to one of the greater evils. But he also knew, unsure of how exactly he did; that the plans to better he cosmic balance were already in motion.

"With power like yours could better the world if only you wished it." He finally turned to the titan violet eyes blazing with the deep seated light of hatred for weakness. "Yet, here you are playing house with humans hiding your true nature and cowering away from responsibility." Black hair dancing in the wind, blowing about his face and around it. He had weapons with him, he however had no fear of this creature.

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━ LM ━ Hearty laughter bubbled from the titan’s throat. In a society like the one the humans fabricated, whatever ferociousness hid within the souls of women was frowned upon. Some would bend to the will of the populace, and those who wouldn’t yield were shunned. Painted as angry caricatures. For that to seep into the world within the world, the preternatural one, was inevitable. Frederique knew better, however. The very reason he’d been brought into existence was at a woman’s hand, albeit not in the traditional sense.

“Yes and no,” his cryptic answer sounded. Emeralds tore away from the shadowed treeline and turned to watch Aeson, quietly for a moment. “I’ve seen people rip through their skin like it was only a costume. Twisting, deforming, growing. I’ve seen people go up into smoke only to come out a different being. So, yes, I have witnessed the transformation of some Mallow could regard as kin. I even saw her. Changing from woman into wolf, but the transformation of her race is too fast to truly behold. Only time slowing down could bring it to light.”

“I’ve been told it hurts when they’re young.”

Captivated by the words and information given he looked at the titan intently. The hunger for knowledge must have been plain to see in his eyes; or that is how he felt anyway. What he gathered was that, unlike in his world where transformations occurred in involuntarily and gradually over time, here it was a fast transformation that they could choose to undergo. Not only that, they also were able regress back to their human state, pain an ancient and constant variable. He would want to look into the phenomenon.

The mistress was unlikely to share her transformation with him and if she would according to the titan it would be too fast witness or perhaps comprehend without the slowing of time. Which, of course was another thing she would likely not be allow. So he had to find others to do his research on. But first.

He then gazed up at the sky, the moon specifically. "Say, what made you decide to live among men? Why are you not up there." He nodded his chin toward the sky as indication. "Ascended with the other Khati." He paused. "Or Gods I suppose you would call them. Would that not be preferable to being amongst man and their greed, guile and ruination? And if this plane is preferable why not rule them instead?"

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━ LM ━ Frederique knew naught of the man beside him, but his affliction whatever it may be was apparent in his demeanor and words alike. Another might’ve pried and prodded, someone who wasn’t home to the underworld and familiar with the unspoken rule of never questioning anything. In time he may choose to confide his tale to him━ perhaps even the how and why of him coming to this realm.

With a crooked smile, a breathless chuckle broke through the tensity of the air in their midst, and when he spoke he made it a point not to cross the threshold of affairs not his. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but… Your resentment is pointless. Even here, among the dead and dying, Mallow is notorious for her anger and ruthlessness. If you expect her to apologize you’ll be very, very disappointed. That’s not to say you should let her walk over you, of course.”

In an attempt to clear the numbness from his fingers, he stretched them, making a fist thereafter only to repeat the motion. The magic he lost would regenerate, much akin to the blood that ran through most their veins. When the motion ceased and his hand disappeared into the pocket of his trousers, he continued. “A wolf will growl and nip at their subordinate to set them straight, so I’ve been told.”

Power still at burning through his body and his mind was still distracted by the words his God had spoken to him, as well as the memories that accompanied it when Frederique spoke. Due to that it took Aeson a moment to register what he had said. 'Resentment?' To him resentment reeked to much of hatred. He resented his God, he resented Endrich. This; was not that. He understood her, in a way. He looked at the man, violet eyes gleaming with a dark light. "Perhaps it is. I do not desire an apology however. And seeing how she is a female after all, I am unsure of how it is here but in my experience they are often the more-- ferocious."

He then caught himself, what was he doing? Sure this man offered him magic and perhaps some council. But he might as well just he fishing for openings or knowledge. Despite telling himself not to hand out information on a silver platter however he could not help but perk up at the mention of a wolf. "Have you ever witnessed it? The transformation I mean. Do you think I could see it?" Eyes filled with curiosity and scrutiny staring at the man who was not a man his face, trying to see any sign of a lie, for of course he fully expected him to lie and say he had not.

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I'm actually irrational, very dependant and maybe just a little shy but not really but ok..

RATIONALITY

You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesise and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

INDEPENDENCE

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

SHYNESS

Part of you is gripped by the fear that you’ll launch into something and completely mess it up. The upside of this is wise caution: people are indeed often too rash, whereas you know, by instinct, that holding back can save you. Probably, you feel shame and self-disgust a bit too much. But when you do feel in your element, you act with a wisdom and sensitivity never found in people with thicker skins.

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━ LM ━ There was no catch; no snake lying in wait for him to lose his vigilance so it could strike and squeeze the air from his lungs. Stood enveloped by a dense darkness brought about by the uncanny woods, the entity bestowed his very essence upon the newcomer. Yet, unlike those who’d indirectly birthed him, his magic wasn’t endless━ and without it, he would cease to exist. When the tips of his calloused fingers numbed and turned as cold as a corpse, Frederique broke away from the touch. He reckoned it would be enough to keep Aeson on his feet and protected until they’d found a source he could replenish himself in fully.

“Your tutor asked me to look after you,” the titan confessed after a moment of silence, peering into the pitch black distance. “She was still angry when I spoke with her, however.”

Power rushed through him, buffeting his body like a current strong enough to sweep a common man away to drown. His legs steadied and pain faded as his strength returned. Yet more magic kept rushing into him, showing him and making him feel things that were not his own experiences or emotions, however his addled mind could make no sense of them. Eventually this too steadied as his fever receded and still more magic came. It began to burn. Burn alongside the sense of injustice he had felt at the mistress her words, her behaviour, now returned in full force.

Connection broken, power more than restored he looked at the man, eyes narrowing at his words. "And I am thankful for your.." He paused, searching for the right word eventually settling on; "Sacrifice." He turned his gaze back to the tree line. "Anger seems her natural state. Even so her anger toward me is misplaced. I did what needed to be done, I killed the creature. I took her magic to--" He broke off, unwilling to continue, to expose himself. "Death is not an escape." His whole body went rigid at the thought. "I would have to face him again. He does not like it when I die." He mumbled more to himself than Frederique.

He flinched as his face again paled beyond its usual pallor, this time due to the voice that had echoed in his head and the inducded memory of his experience at his first death. The pain of how he died stayed with him, a crushing debilitating pain, it was so bad he thought he would be consumed by madness. But all of that vanished at the sight of it, that creature, only fear and nausea remained after that. That remained for months and returned every time he thought of the experience, it was a horror to behold and be beholden to.

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━ LM ━ Much like the first time they’d met, his presence was announced by an abrupt heaviness in the surrounding air. A wave of hardly adulterated magic driven forth with his every sturdy step. Frederique didn’t require sleep, nor sustenance━ and although his borrowed body did, lest it would lose its value, it wasn’t much. One might’ve thought it happenstance for him to once again find the courtyard when the Sixth has, but watching the mansion when most were either resting or departed for a mission, little evaded his notice.

However strange, his fellow tutor had requested him to keep an eye on Aeson. Deeming Mallow a friend he would gladly do her this favor.

“A lovely night isn’t it?” Voice boomed like it had before. Emeralds observed him attentively; took note of the soft sheen of sweat across his forehead. Him being here, like that. Frederique presumed he had awoken from a nightmare and wondered if it was prompted by their somewhat chaotic hunt. Coming to stand next to him, the titan in shape and aura extended his large hand, palm facing up. “Take it━ you’ll feel better.”

As before the raw magic power coming from this creature, heralded its coming. However where before he felt wonder now all he felt he was unease, displeasure even. His body still weak and their last meeting still fresh in his mind, he now saw how rude he had been. But there was nothing for it. He fought the urge to siphon off more of the man his magic.

His words caught him off guard lost in thought as he was, he chastised himself for allowing him approach him without minding his advance. The man his attempt at idle talk made Aeson look at him quizzically. He shrugged. "Is it? I find it hard to tell in this place." His eyes were about to shift away when the man held out his hand, forcing them to hold.

Aeson shifted so he could look at the man and his outstretched hand, wondering if he should trust the man and take it. Finally he decided that his need outweighed his distrust and he tentatively took the hand feeling the mans power coursing through it radiating him even before he touched it. He waited expectantly, yet keeping his guard up as best he could without it being too obvious.

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━ ☽◯☾ ━ The tense atmosphere chasing them down the mountain and into the car was near stifling; dense enough to be cut by a knife. Weren’t it for the animals of the mountain revived in tune and movement now the monstrosity could no longer terrorize them, and eventually the car being audible unlocked, the silence may have been soul wrenching. Perhaps for that reason Mallow didn’t hesitate to turn up the volume of the radio, paying him and his attempt at lulling her scorn no heed. Drums and guitars roared loud and clear for her keen ears through the narrow space, but even when she’d fully turned her focus to the road, she could sense his close proximity.

Anger rose and subsided like tempestuous waters, her mind consumed by what had taken place. When they arrived at the phantasm of the haunted village she was still burning. Turning her head an equally ferocious leer fell upon his person, only emphasized by the sharpness of her tone. “Return to the mansion immediately. We’ll discuss what happens from here at a later date.” The moment he’d exited and fetched his blade, she too did and strode into the opposite direction.

Maybe Frederique could take this one off of her hands.

Her turse dismissal and subsequent fleeing left him feeling exhausted and exasperated. He watched her leave for several moments before actually making his way back to the mansion as she had commanded. He supposed it was not that unheard of. He did violate her in a magical sense and with her apprehension toward the craft it was no surprise she reacted the way she had. Granted she had not been too kind to him overall but undoubtedly this only served to widen the wedge.

As he entered the mansion he once again fell back in his meditations, trusting his feet and subconscious mind to know the way back to his chambers. Thankfully they did and for the first time since he had arrived at the place he could not find the strength to care about bed and its unnerving giant pillow as he dropped himself on it. Darkness descended over him almost instantly. His sleep was fitful however, visions of black flames and sharp teeth wrapped him tight as he was strung into a weaving symphony of hums, hymns and the voice of his God.

He woke op several hours later, sweating, burning yet cold, feeling ill. When was the last time he felt sick? Almost two decades ago; The magic he had inherited that day had made him not only strong but also more resistant to such weaknesses of the flesh. Knowing he would be unable to find sleep again he decided to address his wounds. He had nothing to clean it out with so he just bandaged it as best he could before making his way out of his room and back to the courtyard where he had met one of this world its Khati, hoping to clear his muddled mind with fresh air.

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━ ☽◯☾ ━ “You are.” Voice steeped in wrath, the raging fires within ambers stood stark against the enveloping gloom. Stillness. A stillness conquered by a beast in man’s guise readily with bearing roaring of her might. Her scanty stature mattered naught. The shadow she cast was twice as big━ oozing of a menace brought forth from a blackened heart.

“This isn’t about pressure or your fucking magic.” The wolf drew closer, yet the savage urges whispering temptation fell on deaf ears. The want to sink her teeth into his throat till she’d extinguished the violet light sat on her shoulder was given no heed. Instead she circled him, primed to pounce when threatened. Prodded. “I could reduce this entire forest to ashes and not bat an eye. Magic does not control me, I control me.” Weren’t it for her unspoken respect to the life coursing through every branch and bush, her honor for the Earth-Mother who’d be in agony at seeing more of her precious nature be destroyed at the hand of her children, she’d have gladly demonstrated. If only to watch him sweat. Fear. Swallow his arrogance.

“In this world it’s eat or be eaten and the sooner you drill that into that thick fucking head of yours, the better. Others would be more than glad to kick you when you’re down if it means they get to come out on top. No one is going to hold your fucking hand. The moment you let your guard down, they’ll tear you to shreds, and they’ll do so smiling. Laughing. Spitting on your mangled fucking body.”

“The next time you dare question me will be last, soldier.”

Silence returned when jaws once again snapped shut. Finally withdrawing clasps from her knives she swung her hands to rest at her back, followed by her turning on her heel to start heading for the car. As far she was concerned they were done here.

Being branded the enemy just for the sake of it was something Aeson was no stranger to, that however did not mean it did not grate at him. His eyes narrowed, lips thinning in agitation. Never the less he kept them sealed. Her circling however unnerved him, like a predator looking for an opening. Her words however put him at ease, she seemed to have to prove something and so he let her posture and strut, bowing his head as if in submission. While she spoke of how easy it was to be betrayed and how others would have probably taken advantage of his momentary weakness it set him thinking. Others would, but she who had just branded him her enemy did not. It was telling.

As she decided to threat him however he bowed, deep enough to show respect but not so deep as to show deference. "I apologise mistress, I meant no insult." Violet eyes going back to their vacancy as he retreated within himself, letting the pain of his wounds wash over him while he followed in silence the rest of the way.

Once arriving at the accursed vehicle he did take her advice this time, determined to prove, although he knew not precisely why, to show her he was not the enemy, as he put his blade in the back portion of the car. Despite still being unnerved by the metal contraption he sat in it without a word, his body still in meditation. That however did not mean he was not on guard, the slightest sound or movement would rouse him from the state, battle ready. Or, at least as ready as it could be in its current state.

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Character Thing

Basic information:

FULL NAME. Aeson Aldering

NICKNAME. The Stygian,

GENDER. Male.

HEIGHT. 5′7″/ 177cm.

AGE. 27

ZODIAC. -

SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, Anthiqian.

Physical information:

HAIR COLOR. Black.

EYE COLOR. Violet.

SKIN TONE. Pale grey.

BODY TYPE. Lean with corded muscle.

VOICE. Soft, cold, often seeming uninterested, unless truly passionate.

DOMINANT HAND. Right-handed.

POSTURE. Straight-backed, uninviting. He cultivated this as to avoid feeling self conscious to the hate and fear thrown his way.

SCARS. Quite a large scar on his hand as 3 fingers are missing, replaced by a prosthetic. The rest of his body is scarred all over, due to his tendency of pushing through even when his armour tends to break.

TATTOOS. A single Key-rune engraved over his right collar bone.s

BIRTHMARKS. -

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Violet eyes, the bone prosthetic that is most of his left hand.

Childhood information:

PLACE OF BIRTH. Vulthric.

HOMETOWN. Due to his nomadic lifestyle he can not call any place home.

SIBLINGS. Ocelotte Aldering, also known as the Runic Knight.

PARENTS. Endrich Aldering, Tsar of Wisdom. Eileen Aldering.

Adulthood information:

OCCUPATION. Beast Hunter.

CURRENT RESIDENCE. None.

CLOSE FRIENDS. Rosalynde, Njordda and Victus. Are his closest companions however he refuses to see them as friends.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single.

FINANCIAL STATUS. Occasionally earns gold, usually trades goods.

DRIVER’S LICENSE. No.

CRIMINAL RECORD. Has bounties on his head in several places.

VICES. Impulsive, dogged, overconfident, self righteous.

Sexual and romantic information:

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Straight.

PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch

PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch

LIBIDO. Lacklustre.

TURN ON’S. Strong, willing to sacrifice their own comfort for the greater good, unfearing.

TURN OFF’S. Spiteful, use of people like tools for comfort, not having a mind of their own.

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. The cleansing of the Scourge comes before all in his eyes, relationships only weaken a person.

Miscellaneous information:

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Reading books if he has them on hand, training, hunting beasts.

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.

The World Is Screaming.

LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Left.

PHOBIAS. Runic circles, sacrificial altars, magic death, the black flames of sacrifice.

SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Confident to the point of overconfidence when it comes to beast hunting and anything to do with it. Very self conscious when it comes to human contact for his being is mostly despised and feared.

VULNERABILITIES. Kindness. Being unjustly judged more often than not has left him in solitude. And this makes him cling to any bit of kindness he is offered; yet will always keep anyone and everyone at arms length.

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━ ☽◯☾ ━ Not many were bestowed with the semi-significant rank of Sixth upon enlisting in the legion, and knowing he could’ve achieved an even higher rank were it not for him being in a foreign world, she reckoned him capable to avoid the horror’s horns charged in desperation. A mistake. Before her very eyes━ under her command and guidance, the horn penetrated his collarbone with as much ease as a gust of wind blowing through high grass. For but a brief moment magic had flared; altering the air around them till it near stifled her. Why did he stop?

Watching, waiting, she hoped it’d been his intention. Some screwed up means to lure the creature close, too blind from hunger to anticipate a counterattack. But, instead he reached out to her and it went dark.

A touch.

A disgusting fucking touch.

Like hell freezing over, she was chilled to her core━ then it flared. With as much quickness he drew her magic it blazed beneath her skin. Stirred the shackled beast to howl and rattle its shackles. A fortunate thing, for him. If not for that the wolf would’ve surely acted before it could, and although she made an attempt to, its claws were already jabbed into him. It died just as fast.

Befouled by the muck squirting from its head, her jaws snapped shut. Her grip on her knives tightened till knuckles were drawn from its honeyed hue. This wasn’t the time to be consumed by anger. “You failed,” her voice doomed like thunder on the horizon. Sheathing her blades, she glared down upon him. Pupils glinting from the meager light oozing through the tall trees. “Stand up, soldier. This won’t be the last you’ve seen of death’s gaze.”

His arm, the arm he used to wield the creatures own horn that ultimately killed it, and most of his shirt in general now coated in the dark, rank substance that was the beast its ichor, mixing with his own dark blood painted a horrifying picture for anyone unaccustomed to gore. To him they were all but forgotten. Mind still reeling, eyes unfocused it took him a moment to register what she had said. He failed. Momentary focus returned to his eyes as he looked at her before bowing his head. She was right of course. "I have. Failed to adhere to your plea of being prepared. Failed to realise that temporal magic was beyond me with the lack of reserve I had stored. Blight, I even failed you in having to take a part of your magic to keep myself standing. I do apologise for this and am willing to do the necessary penance for my arrogance. However.." His violet eyes grew cold once more, seeming crystallised, as they appeared to gaze straight into her soul. "I have not failed in my duty. I killed the creature that needed killing. It does not state anywhere I cannot sustain an injury and does it not lay dead before me?"

Rising to his feet at her command, he felt the fires of wrath build within him. What did her pride, her unwillingness to accept the magic she held within herself matter when weighed against the war with the Beasthood? All things are second in the advent of the Scourge. Body still shaking, his magic reserve dwindling once more as blood began to ooze anew as he released the magic to keep the spark that kept him alive burning, soaking his shirt even more. Yet he stood, unsteadily perhaps but managing to keep his feet and to keep his anger in check. "This is not the time for this. I understand you feel pressured by having to make something useful of me. And I see your reactions everytime my magic flares. Likely wondering when the moment comes that I will be using it against you. I am not your adversary." Eyes grew unfocused once more while his breathing had become laboured. He needed rest. Rest and magic. Reflexively his hand moved to his belt, searching for his flask before he remembered it was empty. It was no matter, he could keep going for a while but at no great lengths. He despised himself for it, the last time he had felt this helpless was when he died that first fateful time. The moment that had changed everything.

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━ ☽◯☾ ━ Though guarded and primed to engage, the wolf knew better than to give way to the dread coursing through her spine like a lightning strike and allow instinct to overtake her. This spawn from the netherworld was something she hunted before and despite it having been a short-lived encounter, she’d absorbed its behavior to later on dissect along with an adequate amount of studying. But, this test wasn’t hers. If Aeson had thoroughly read the documents presented, he’d know enough not to assume it would be defeated within a single strike.

Time would tell.

Utilizing her enhanced and trained senses, she didn’t care to see. Stood firm she seemed to abide impact, but a collision never came. A hairsbreadth before crashing into her the monstrosity steered to the side to land mere inches at her back. Once again solidifying it planned to leap and latch its claws into her, yet the instant it had ceased its dashing the ever-so subtle swoosh died down and alarmed her of his plan. Circling on her axis, she swung arm and knife to cut into the bark-like skin of its willowy arms, yet it’d only damage the protection before it fled with a brief bone-chilling cry.

Avoiding the beast bearing the flesh of man, it bolted pass the Sixth and up onto the branch of a tree. Claws dug into the wood to keep its balance, its abominable shape returned. Brown, oddly humanoid teeth bared, its beady eyes sheen stark against its dirty grey flesh; almost tauntingly so. The forward-facing horns sticking out from its bald head were launched at the soldiers with the speed of a bullet.

Dabbling in agility as if it were her own, Mallow dodged it in a single motion━ but could the Stygian dodge it too?

Annoyance flared through Aeson, it appeared the creature preferred long distance fighting and feints, while he himself preferred to have the fight close and personal, especially with his reserves this low. As it retreated once more, digging its claws into a tree like an simian on sprightpowder and they finally got good look at it Aeson scoffed. Its flesh appeared as soft as any humans, despite for its coarse bark-like armour protecting its arms, easy prey. Without warning horns shot their way at lightning speed, as if on queue the Stygian his magic flared again, meaning to slow and catch the projectile before sending it back to whence it came.

Temporal magic however was, apart from healing magic, the most costly of all magic and like a candle in the rain his winked out. Shock coloured Aeson his face for just a moment before he moved ever so slightly, enough to avoid any vitals from being struck as it embedded itself deep in his collar bone. blood, darker than any ordinary human quickly matted his shirt. His legs almost buckled as the exhaustion his constant burn of magic had been combatting for quite some time returned to him with a vengeance.

This was bad, he should have refilled his reserves, perhaps even bring it up to the wolf. 'The wolf.' Prosthethic shot out to her, grabbing her, feeling within her, searching for the source of magic all living creatures possessed. There. It was more vast than he had expected. Without hesitation nor thought of the intrusion it would be, he siphoned off just enough to keep himself standing and lucid. It might not be as potent, but it did burn like a flame, as if his veins were set ablaze. Noting his distraction the beast lunged, claws leading once more, ready to kill. As before it feinted its initial strike instead opting to pass around and attacking at his back. Aeson expected this, as he regained his bearing, fire still burning through him. There it was, like before it telegraphed its moment of solidity. Aeson spun at the same sound he had noticed the wolf use as a queue before him. Instead of attempting to attack however he opted to grab the leading talon right as it began to pierce his skin. Using his free hand moving as he removed the horn still stuck in his body ramming it into the soft flesh under the creatures chin until it protruded at the top of its skull. Twitching it fell to the ground. Dead.

Sending the last bits of the mistess' stolen magic to his wounds to stop the bleeding before his knees finally buckled and he once again struggled to remain conscious. As the three fingers fashioned of the bone of beasts punctured the dead ones flesh and drained it from its power he felt somewhat better, yet still he needed more..

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Sardonic laughter caught in her throat, dour gaze darted to watch his hand as she felt her stomach churn. Throughout many arduous winters being heedful of anything magic had become naught more than instinct. The hair in her neck bristled at the mere sensation; her breath stifled, her heart thrummed like an orchestra of drums. But, instead of wishing to cower with her tail in between her legs, it brought forth an urgency to bare her teeth. To let rational be drowned out by the ferocious, stone-hearted beast forevermore laying dormant just beneath her skin and annihilate what was perceived as a threat to her safety. Weren’t it for patience━ for the many moons she’s spent in a mirror realm, she would have readily given in to such blindness.

Mallow liked to think she was wiser now. Less of a creature wrought only to slaughter and more of a wolf.

With her jaws clenched, she allowed Aeson to guide her along the trees and deeper into the woods. To bear herself stoical, courageous perhaps, was something she refused to give up because the legion didn’t forgive weakness, nor does the world. Her world. To dwell in the underworld meant it was eat or be eaten, and although she couldn’t fear dying anymore, she could fear to be stolen of her light. The brightest star against a pitch black night sky.

As they progressed, the expansive silence wouldn’t budge for any bird or even the smallest critters. In its place the disturbances of flora became so apparent an untrained eye would have no difficulty in spotting the markings. Their target had left destruction in their wake. Branches were snapped, trees shoved from where it was rooted. The remnants of carcasses sheen near stark white at their every side. Animals, mostly. Whoever, or whatever had made the mountain their home cared little for its surrounding life; for the spirits coursing through every leaf, brush, and plant. And as the air closed around them with the intent to smother and strike indescribable dread within their bones, the Third drew her knives from their sheaths. Something had awoken ahead of them, too far away to see.

The air seemed to thicken around them, wrapping them tightly in its suffocating embrace. Even with his lapsed magic he knew that he would see one magical orchestrhand around them had it still been burning. The lack of critters was expected as well as, it was natural for animals to avoid places like these, dangerous or even potentially so. As the mistress drew her weapons so did his hand move to the hilt of his sword, violet eyes darting around. He knew they were close and most likely the hunters were being hunted by now. Just as well.

Magic flared again, this time it gave him speed, or rather it enhances his physical body to a point where it was able to move faster and more efficiently. Releasing his sword he pivoted smoothly narrowly avoiding an object streaking through the air toward him at incredible speed as the palm of his good hand gently nudged a second missile, this one headed for the wolf, changing its trajectory just enough to make it fly past her by a hairsbreadth. There was no time to catch a breathe as something dark streaked through trees toward them. It was hard to make out what exactly it was for it appeared misty, incorporial.

As the creature became solid it seemed to launch forward as if launched from a trebuchet, claws leading. Never one to let his guard down the Stygian had his sword in hand in a breathe ready to slice the beast sternum to crotch. But it surprised him. It appeared to shift in midair as if it had expected his move and once more it turned insubstantial changing its direction headed for the huntress at his side. Having no desire to use more magic than absolutely necessary left him unable to interpose himself between them.

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The vehicle was parked at the foot of a densely forested mountain. Its rugged terrain only allowed entrance by foot, but they wouldn’t be following the path sticking out like a sore against the simple splendor of flora and fauna for long. The information retrieved suggested the target was hid well among the trees far from the prying eye of ordinary civilization, and whomever dared to cross the threshold of his territory, be it purposely or on accident, would likely meet certain death. Once upon a time many hikers and campers could be found relishing the fresh air, but after countless of unexplained disappearances only the brave and foolish would tread so far in.

Luckily they were both. The Sixth quietly deemed the latter.

“You’ll have to get used to it sooner or later. I suggest sooner rather than later as you’ll be traveling a lot━ and we can’t waste time driving you everywhere.” Ever so blunt, Mallow clearly didn’t think to bite her tongue. Cowardice didn’t fit the soldiers of the legion, and like many before him, they’d eagerly throw him into the deep to force courage. Locking the car she headed towards the entrance, but didn’t proceed until he’d reached her height.

Hiking along the path countless of people conquered before them, the way ahead was abruptly adorned with overgrowth. Cracks littered the pavement where weeds saw chance to grow. The number of animals were thinning in this area, as much was clear at how little sound managed to penetrate through the thickness of diabolical presence in the air. From here on out they’d stray from the path. “Lead the way, soldier. Find inconsistencies in your surroundings and potential markings of our target, I’ll provide aid but only when necessary. Because you aren’t from this world I’ll be more lenient.”

“Don’t misuse it,” she added sharply. The expression worn oozed of foreboding, her eyes piercing and cold.

A grimace the only answer to her words. It was clear from that scowl that he would rather avoid travelling in the metal contraption as much as possible. He did however not voice his dismay and simply focussed his gaze upon the line of entry as he caught up to her. Sword firmly clasped to his back with only the lesser runes burning as to not announce his location. He stood tall, all former discomfort removed from his bearing.

He too noticed the sounds of critters dimming more and more the closer they got, he also felt something else he could not place. Eyes shooting to the woman one last time as she spoke. Without so much as a confirmation he had heard what she said he strode deeper into the vegetation, violet eyes flicking, searching for as she put it inconsistencies. He had hunted beasts before, back when he was still hunting them for profit and this was no different.

Of course he could- A flare of light came from a particular sigil on his hand. His eyes immediately locked on a certain hidden pathway. It was not so much hidden as it was swallowed by nature, nonetheless it was clear that something powerful had tracked through those woods not too long before their arrival. He followed the markings now obvious to him after seeing their magical imprint. Without looking back at her for approval or more likely disapproval he moved on. "Let us go then mistress, our quarry awaits us."

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Stealing a glimpse of her passenger and the discomfort oozing from his being, Mallow could barely stop herself from heaving a sigh. Although a car was supposedly the easiest means of transport, being in such close vicinity of one another whilst being trapped within a metal dome was an unpleasant experience to say the least. Bearing herself stoic against the concerns whirling through her mind, she couldn’t shake the paranoia that at any second now the Sixth could strike. There was little to no room for agility in here. “You should’ve placed your sword on the backseat,” the wolf murmured bitterly.

Not speaking another word, she bolted from the parking space and onto the small dirt road that led into the very ordinary forest. With the help of the people assigned to anything technology, she found the fastest route to their destination she’s done her best to memorize. Once they were out of the woods and drove onto a paved road, she directed her attention to the radio and started messing around with it in search for something in her taste. It may or may not have caused her to swerve.

His knuckles were a stark white, clasped around the hilt of his blade as they rode. Too uneasy to so much as acknowledge her words he just stared out onto the road, silent even when she turned on the odd device that began to blare some sort of rhythmic noise. This, he assumed was what passed for music in this realm. But all this was forgotten as he retreated into his mind, his eyes glazing over as he blocked out the outside world.

'You fight beasts and even Kathi yet you cower like a child over this?' His self loathing strengthened at the thought, what was he so afraid of? Why did this unsettle him so? Even with these thoughts however it took him a long time to come to grips with the fact he was terrified. When he finally did however the vehicle had already started to slow before coming to a full stop. Without a single moment of hesitation he released himself from the bonds and leapt from the vehicle happy to have solid ground underneath his feet at last.

As he slowly began to compose himself and the found his feet again he took a deep breathe. "I beg, let us not do that ever again." He refused to look at her as he spoke for he knew it was a foolish request one that was unlikely to be granted. He said it more to break the silence than anything else. Several of his sigils flared brightly; As he consumed the magic through them, his mind eased. Mental extention. He had never found much use for this particular sigil, nonetheless at the Runic Knight his suggestion he did add it to his prosthethic. And my, was he thankful for that suggestion now, not that he would ever admit such a thing..

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━ ☽◯☾ ━ Mallow usually opted for an adequate if not excessive amount of preparation to ensure she would have the upper hand, and thus have a better chance at completely the mission without too much of a hitch. A number of soldiers she had the (dis)pleasure of working with deemed it unnecessary or even paranoid of her, yet when push came to shove they counted their blessings for having the Third on their side.

Born as mortal as those regarded ordinary folk, she couldn’t afford another mistake. Lady Luck favored her last time━ a scar near the base her neck was all she had to show for it. However, no long fearing the loss of her life, she reckoned it’d be alright to show him the hard way why proper preparation was favored.

“I’m not to blame if you can’t manage to keep up already,” she countered bluntly. If asked she’d claim she’s merely being considerate of his impatience, of course it wouldn’t be without sarcasm dripping from her every word.

Clad completely in black with all blades exposed, Mallow led him throughout the hallways, out the heavy doors of the front entrance, and along the seemingly ever expansive landscape surrounding the gothic mansion to exit the illusion of the dilapidated haunted village. One of the Legion’s armored vehicles was parked outside of the village.

Upon arriving at the car, she fished a key from her bosom and opened it with a press of a button. “Get in.” Not bothering to wait for Aeson to figure out the door handle, she slid behind the wheel and started the car with a roar from the motor.

His thoughts wandered to his training, he had finally escaped the Realm of the Sleeping and he had lost most of his social skills. Not that he had ever been truly social. None the less after a short year of intense he had been chosen, or rather taken, in the depth of that one faithful night. Cast into darkness with nine others. They trained more vigorous than all other casts combined, he remembered the pain, the strain and most of all the unrelenting whip of the instructor, always pushing them to go beyond their limitations.

These memories caused a spark of amusement at her words, he knew as well as he expected her to that it was no matter of having to keep up. He was just about to voice this argument when they stepped into the cool evening air. And his jaw set ae he realised where she was leading him. Another one of those cursed vehicles. Sure it was the same thing that brought him here in the first place, yet that did not mean he fancied another ride in one.

He might have been a foolish man, yet he was far from foolish enough to suggest a different way of transit and release this woman her seemingly unending wrath before getting in the vehicle. Jaw still set he reluctantly got into the metal box of imminent death, using the sturdy strap alongside the seat to strap himself in, not that that made him feel any better about it.

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