Another Dark Presence [Open]

[Exodus]

[Topic closed since it went two weeks without being posted in]

End of the World. It was a place of true Darkness, where it could go on forever without hindrance from the Light. Deep within the World Terminus existed many and various fragmented memories of worlds consumed by the power of the Dark and the Heartless. One of course that bared greater significance for the time being due to a particular entity wandering what remained of the world. A world near the darkness spun on into oblivion. Its people had fled its surface, and its heart weakening, it was a dying world. Its air was reeked of decay and life had fled or died. On its surface nothing lasted, everything was dust, all except one place with the history pounding within it to keep it almost alive.

The hero. A being that for whatever flaws is synonymous with good, light, a champion, and in the end the great of destruction. The righteous held them as divine, the weak, saviors, and the strong, their greatest enemies. For however long light and darkness had existed their had been leaders among them, heroes, and villains. The two were intertwined destined to do battle, often when one was born the other would soon follow, or one would create the other perpetuating the duality of light and dark. One such pair had been legendary, not the first, but perhaps the greatest. Haurvaiti, said to have been a man born under the rising sun, and the other well his name was one so feared that it was forgotten never to be spoken after his death. They fought their battle across entire continents, worlds, the level of hatred they had for each other was ironic because they knew each other to the most intimate detail. All that matter to the man with no name was the search for power, and all that Haurvaiti sought was nameless one’s death. Their time alive was spent in constant turmoil fighting even up until their deaths having lived such long, and bloodstained lives. They died together each attempting to hurl the other into a yawning chasm. In gratitude to the hero’s sacrifice, in fear of the villain’s wrath, those few who remained raised a monastery on the edge of the very chasm that was their grave.

It was once a beautiful place, built on solid barren rock and preserved by an ever present, and incredible malice. Its walls once white, were now tarnished the black of the earth seeming to reach up and clutch at the walls bulging in areas looking as though black veins could be seen, occasionally the looked to throb obscenely. It was not a large church, a single hall filled with pews statues depicting two men struggling with each other time and again, a bell tower that from the moment it had been silenced from the moment of its creation, and a small courtyard outside, merely a fenced in area. One thing that was in color here was a stained glass window. It showed the villain and hero locked in combat, both were indistinguishable in appearance the only hint as to who was who were the backgrounds. On one side light, the other darkness. The picture showed that just as Haurvaiti had been about to kill the fiend, his right hand gripping his shoulder, with sword in free hand he had been blocked by the skeletal hand locked on his bicep and found that the nameless one had a dagger pressed against his ribs, neither seemed even remotely willing to stop their hatred for each other so great that there lives were measured by it for their own reasons.

Exodus stood within this hallowed and ruined sanctum, gazing about the ancient depictions about it with mere intrigue. For they spoke of the will of balance that had continued to control the world long after it's populace had fled. So why then, if the world was locked in balance between the Light and Dark, did it fall into the light less, blackened pit of oblivion? It was this mere curiosity that reminded the dark entity how truly might the Dark was, able to overcome even a seemingly strong balance to plunge a heart into the very core of it's embrace. It would seem that the purge of Light from this vessel was a wise decision, for it was merely the beginning on the road to ultimate Darkness.

[Administrator]

Hearts and Darkness and Light and Heartless!

A pool began to bubble up from the ground in front of Exodus, all sorts of colors mixed in, but the darkest shades of those colors with the original color remaining visible. The pool shot in various directions, never going more than a foot from the original pool. It began to slowly grow until is was a veritable small pool. Then, the liquid ichor contained within raised from the ground, forming a sphere about three feet in diameter. This ichor proceeded to form into a 'window', a shape similar to that of a dark corridor.

Out of it stepped a Heartless, which was easy to tell by the symbols on the backs of his hands. This Heartless stretched out and looked around. "I haven't been home in a loooooooooong time." Ava saw the man standing there and waved, the Window of Chaos behind him slowly closing, as if collapsing upon itself a thousand thousand times. "Hi there, my name is Ava, and you smell like...Auntie Mally, but different. Huh."

Maybe that meant that this one was one who was on his side? Well, he was in The End of the World, the place where Heartless walked free, and where all of the destroyed worlds went. "What're you doing here, mister...armory guy?" The very childish Heartless was curious, as always, as to what this man's motives for being in his home were.

[Exodus]

Exodus took attention to the pool as it appeared, and remained where he was as he took in further observation until a Heartless appeared from it's depths. It was unusual in appearance, unusual as it bared little resemblance to thousands of other breeds he had encountered within this world of worlds since his arrival. They had not disturbed him, and for possible good reason at that. Great power with the Darkness was often associated with obedience and avoidance from the likes of less sentient beings such as Heartless, or rather the less human type were destined to fall prey to such classification and pre-determined behavior.

As the Heartless inquired about his presence here, Exodus peered up at the stained glass; taking in the sight of two men who he had at one point or another resembled in life, and death. At one time so many decades ago he had been the champion, ever seeking retribution, righting wrongs, and battling the tyrannical rulers over three generations. That phase had ended with his Light's death, a self revolution; he was so much more now. In death after being resurrected into an undead horror of the darkness he had played the part of the villain, a most dangerously evil fiend operating at anytime, anywhere, and with anybody; he would soon be no longer alone, joining with what could be considered a pack of murderous and instinctual devils.

"This place..." began the Dark Lord in a rather calm, and smooth voice. "The ambiance here is quite exquisite, and the story of this damned sanctuary is one we should all take inspiration from." The dark knight continued to remain in his resilient poise before the creature before him. He looked upon it with burning spheres of blue energy, which could easily be presumed to have been the armored entity's eyes from another's perspective. For what was his purpose here? Simple. Where better to find an allegiance from someone of similar nature, who bore similar ties to the Darkness than near what could easily be described as "the heart of it all"?