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The night had long since fell when [url=http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/6c27c7f3-59de-42d7-b39e-e5b2d1bebf64.jpg]Iona[/url] and her master, Aesir, arrived at the place were their meeting with none other than Kil'Threx, the God of Evil and Iona's creator, would be held. Naturally, Iona didn't expected to be faced to face with her former master, given that his presence probably couldn't be made physical just yet. Furthermore, they wouldn't be the only ones called to the Conqueror's presence, a slew of the world's most powerful beings, by either might or influence, were called by the Dark One as well. Knowing her creator like no one else, Iona was certain of what that meant.

It was time for the darkness to rise again. The God of Evil had slumbered for too long, now was time for the Children of Light to quake in their heels and Iona would once more serve as the testament that not even light would save them. However, there was a difference this time. The former Ahwaan was dead, in her place only Iona remained and Iona would fight only for Aesir even if it meant to go against Kil'Threx's own words.
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It wouldn't be long before the two of them reached the cottage where their meeting was supposed to take place. Iona was asking herself why this place of all have been chosen, perhaps only because it was close enough to Melaron, which meant that Kil'Threx wished to begin his campaign anew, starting from the site of their fall, eons ago. Actually, the battle had happened so long ago that the God of Evil and his armies, led by the Chaos Archangel Ahwaan, were nothing but myth even to the most long lived of mortal beings. Secretly, Iona wondered if any of those assembled by her creator would even recognize her? Not that i would be important, but it could lead to a good guess of their opinions about Kil'Threx.

Iona remained silent, beside her master as the other guests filtered in, only ever sparing the time to nod in acknowledgement of their presence as she felt no use for further pleasantry exchanges. The dichotomy of the presence of a being so pure and untarnished as Iona within a hive of evil such as this was such that the angel expected the less savvy between them to turn their blades and spells against her at any moment, thinking that a servant of the heavens had somehow wound up between them. It would
be a foolish move, but an understandable one.

The Angel of Chaos remained quiet even as the Faceless being berated Aesir, seeing no need to retaliate to such a childish provocation but, sending a death glare to the creature and its master(?) as a reminder that no further offenses would be tolerated. When Deos came asking all sorts of improper questions and generally being an annoying chatterbox, Iona gave him the cold shoulder, hoping that he would get the message that she wasn't interested in wasting words before the meeting even began. When Aboreth came in, Iona acknowledged his presence in the same manner as the others, nodding in agreement to his words to Nyalith.

Well now, was it all of them, or there was someone else yet to arrive? The night was young, but when so many spots of darkness pooled together in a single place, one could ask [i]"Will it ever end?"[/i]
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