[b]Tower of Broken Dreams, Ceyr[/b]

Neveras had been away, seeking out those who had knew of his name, those of Mortals. If he could gain any Mortal to his side, it would be those who had read of his scripture. Hopefully, he could gain more to his side. Whether it was so that he could defend himself, or defeat the others, was yet to be seen. He took a deep breath as he approached the tower from a length height, among the clouds, beginning to descend. What made him decide to answer the calls, he did not know. He was walking into a hornets nest, and each hornet was as strong as they could get. Even with the bumblebee's around, they all proved it to be suicidal... what Neveras was thinking of doing. His wings battered and waved slowly, rushing up the air around him and making a sound that didn't alert others to vibration or thuds, but of a strong presence... that should not exist.

Neveras was in his true form, one Angelic wing on the left, and one Demonic wing on the right.

As he gracefully landed at the stairs of the tower, he slowly formed his spiritual sword. Not to start a fight. He was raising his only shield in case someone inside decided to get hot tempered and freak out by his greeting. As he looked up to see his surroundings, he saw Sohena, standing there at the stairs. His heart started to race, but not from fear or intimidation, something more. And just as quick as his emotions started to wash over him, he twitched his head away, looking away in almost hatred. He gripped his sword tight, crossing his arms as he held it in his right hand and slowly walked inside. Without wasting a moment more, he wisked to the group of others, a decent length of way between them all. To his eyes he saw an angel that did not have much meaning to him. Beautiful in his eyes, elegant to his presence, but no. There was a purpose to being here, and he looked to the others.

"Greetings, everyone." A frown on his face, his eyes calm. He wasn't sad, or angry, but he was stressed and tired. His body looked like it had beaten and battered from the cage he was swallowed into, the chains that pulled against him. His spirit, his soul, could be seen to everyone. He was showing a fake appearance of his body, even though everyone, including the upstarts could see through. Perhaps it showed the emotion of the pain he went through, given to him by his Creator? So that he could know the equal feeling that a Mortal would feel. Cut up and bruised his pulsing true inner being showed, soon he gained control, and no one would see that side of him.

His wings pulled inward, closing against his back and his left hand reached out. "It is good to see you, Danives. I didn't think I'd be able to see a friendly face again." But then he realized something, and looked around. This wasn't a mass grouping... there were fewer faces here, numbers that didn't seem realistic. He looked at all the faces, noticing a few, but mostly Voana, in which his face immediately changed. Gripping his sword and showing his teeth as his eyes went into anger before closing, calming, and opening again to look at the angel before them. The war in heaven was this devastating?

"So what, Angel?" Neveras spoke broadly, "You expect us to believe the great Creator will return? It was because of the Creator I feel this pain, that I am forced to keep my guard down around this so-called God that stands before me. My purpose will no doubt be altered upon the supposed return of the Creator, and I can not even carry it out because these Angels think I were to become selfish and greedy. They didn't even know I must have the Mortals true faith before I can even strike my sword against them!" Neveras took a step back, as he was getting ahead of himself and exhausting too much energy. Without followers, his current power is equal to that of exhaustion. "Even, if we were to believe," he took a breath, "That the Creator would return, why would we want him back?"

Such a blasphemous remark, but from a blasphemous creation. Neveras was created to take the side of the Mortals, not the spirits or the Creator them self. So while it may be breathtaking to Upstarts, the Ancients may just get pissed off or frustrated from it.