Within the death and decay of civilization there was nearly no life, or so one would think. Man had destroyed their mother Earth and had paid the price with their lives, save for those who lived for her preservaton and beauty. The death stigma had wiped out all, save for those who had ways to survive it. A mark of a Fleur de Lis upon the forehead meant certain end for those who opposed the Earth mother herself, however those who loved her were not marked and would survive undoubtedly as sole keepers of the human legacy that watched all but the final pieces of the human race die before them writhing within its own, agonizing torment of sin and guilt.
However, there remained a being upon this planet in particular who loved the spiritual aspects of all to such an extent the great Earth mother showed him mercy in gratitude of his love for nature despite having no power over him herself. Oddly, this shaman loved watching the world die and was the one to truly end it, but not through massacre and slaughter. He merely befriended them all and bound their spirits to himself. Over a period of 20 years, 7.8 billion people slowly disappeared as the spectral realm of the spirits grew ever stronger as it obtained more beings which this shaman then set free within the realm to learn from their mistakes and repent their dark and evil ways.
However this was only the beginning for this shaman. Cloaked in a black robe like that of death himself covered in binding runes of power and Frey the mother runes of essence at a height of eighty inches tall being six foot eight was the male who had caused this all. Tattooed across his entire body were 200 runic septagrams, aka seven-pointed stars, filled with runes for different purposes. Underneath the robe he only wore midnight black pants with a runic belt covered in runes of strength and speed about the waist of both the pants and robe to hold them up. His face was tattooed in runic septagrams and the mother runes of Frey, his neon-green eyes glowed softly as he walked through the desolate ashes of civilization. He was chanting words of protection to imbue his essence sent out in an ever-expanding aoe to allow his essece to further harmonize with others more easily as he chanted in an endless loop, "Su we neh ya aku nesu wiyeh alahu yuu." However, this entire chant was a facade, as only the first word was needed to activate it and the first four in total to fully release it. Hex's essence would continue expanding as he searched for other essences, a five foot eight inch runic blade with nine being the hilt and five the blade, known as Essentia strapped to his robe by a leather strap of pigskin. It is also linked to every essence stigma in existence and can gift anyone with an essence stigma. Essence is like a blueprint of what someone is going to be it is essentially their timeline/possible destiny in its most basic form Manipulating it allows one complete control over someone they would even be able to strip omnipotence away. His feet were bare as what shaman would want something to suppress their feelings of being connected to nature?
The male made absolutely no attempt to hide his presence, choosing instead to make it well-known as he sensed new life upon thie desolate world in which nature had retaken and thrived upon its own devices. The remnants of civilization in the form of decaying, crippled architectural marvels now became home to many forms of fauna and wildlife, allowing them to thrive in prefect harmony to preserve the ancient remains as they became ever so more beautiful in the eyes of the Earth Mother. Dreary concrete and steel structures of humanity's remains once seen as the objects of wealth, power, and oppression were were now formed into sculptures of true beauty and the truest definition of art itself displaying the infinite colours and patterns of nature and perception. From nature civilization once came by adating and altering nature to suits its own needs, now civilization had returned to nature and the world reclaimed by the great, Earth Mother as all things in this world must one day return to. The cycle of nature was complete and would soon begin anew...
Upon the ashes of civilization itself stood a lone shaman named Hex Seto Astalaron...
He spoke quietly, his powerful voice echoing throughout the dreary expanse...
"...Hello, friends..."
However, there remained a being upon this planet in particular who loved the spiritual aspects of all to such an extent the great Earth mother showed him mercy in gratitude of his love for nature despite having no power over him herself. Oddly, this shaman loved watching the world die and was the one to truly end it, but not through massacre and slaughter. He merely befriended them all and bound their spirits to himself. Over a period of 20 years, 7.8 billion people slowly disappeared as the spectral realm of the spirits grew ever stronger as it obtained more beings which this shaman then set free within the realm to learn from their mistakes and repent their dark and evil ways.
However this was only the beginning for this shaman. Cloaked in a black robe like that of death himself covered in binding runes of power and Frey the mother runes of essence at a height of eighty inches tall being six foot eight was the male who had caused this all. Tattooed across his entire body were 200 runic septagrams, aka seven-pointed stars, filled with runes for different purposes. Underneath the robe he only wore midnight black pants with a runic belt covered in runes of strength and speed about the waist of both the pants and robe to hold them up. His face was tattooed in runic septagrams and the mother runes of Frey, his neon-green eyes glowed softly as he walked through the desolate ashes of civilization. He was chanting words of protection to imbue his essence sent out in an ever-expanding aoe to allow his essece to further harmonize with others more easily as he chanted in an endless loop, "Su we neh ya aku nesu wiyeh alahu yuu." However, this entire chant was a facade, as only the first word was needed to activate it and the first four in total to fully release it. Hex's essence would continue expanding as he searched for other essences, a five foot eight inch runic blade with nine being the hilt and five the blade, known as Essentia strapped to his robe by a leather strap of pigskin. It is also linked to every essence stigma in existence and can gift anyone with an essence stigma. Essence is like a blueprint of what someone is going to be it is essentially their timeline/possible destiny in its most basic form Manipulating it allows one complete control over someone they would even be able to strip omnipotence away. His feet were bare as what shaman would want something to suppress their feelings of being connected to nature?
The male made absolutely no attempt to hide his presence, choosing instead to make it well-known as he sensed new life upon thie desolate world in which nature had retaken and thrived upon its own devices. The remnants of civilization in the form of decaying, crippled architectural marvels now became home to many forms of fauna and wildlife, allowing them to thrive in prefect harmony to preserve the ancient remains as they became ever so more beautiful in the eyes of the Earth Mother. Dreary concrete and steel structures of humanity's remains once seen as the objects of wealth, power, and oppression were were now formed into sculptures of true beauty and the truest definition of art itself displaying the infinite colours and patterns of nature and perception. From nature civilization once came by adating and altering nature to suits its own needs, now civilization had returned to nature and the world reclaimed by the great, Earth Mother as all things in this world must one day return to. The cycle of nature was complete and would soon begin anew...
Upon the ashes of civilization itself stood a lone shaman named Hex Seto Astalaron...
He spoke quietly, his powerful voice echoing throughout the dreary expanse...
"...Hello, friends..."