[center][color=green][b]Keriss, Demi-God of Suffering[/b][/color] [hr] [b]Vestec, God of Chaos[/b] [hr][/center] Another field of corpses, more death to Chaos and the undead alike and the sweet sound of a suffering imp as it curled into a ball, feeling nothing but the pain that it had brought to some mortals. Keriss stood over the imp, simply gazing at it as the poor being suffered for simply existing. Without a word, Keriss kicked its head into the earth of the Venomweald, killing it. The Demi-God sighed before turned her back the majority of the graveyard before beginning to walk forward, into more trees and hunt more chaos. How long has it been since she had started this crusade, since she was born? Days? Weeks? Years? She lost count, not that she cared. This was her job, her purpose of making sure that her parents were proud of her. It was true torture, yet blissful because she was making her enemies suffer. [color=green]“Mother, father. I am doing my duty.”[/color] Keriss walked. [color=green]”Mother, father. Answer me.”[/color] Keriss walked. [color=green]”Mother, father...”[/color] Keriss stopped, gazing into the air and simply pondering as to why she has not gotten an answer from Vakarlon or Vulemera. It was strange, the two used to be so lively before they had suddenly disappeared. Perhaps the others gods would know what happened to them, perhaps they would be able to solve this puzzle. The gods. The gods didn't truly care for her, why should she try and contact them? There was silence, almost as if all the wildlife had suddenly ceased to exist, leaving Keriss to her thoughts. Standing in a solemn field of silence, not a field for she was surrounded by trees. Was she going mad? The Demi-God shook her head, attempting to clear her mind. [color=green]”I need a break from this,”[/color] she sighed before her hands grabbed the horns on either side of her head, comforting herself. “There’s no real way to put this gently, daughter, so I’ll just say it.” Vestec spoke quietly, standing in front of Keriss. “Your mother and the one claiming to be your father are dead.” He waited, eyeing her for a sudden attack. Keriss’ eyes widen at the sound of the voice, instinctively, she opened her eyes and attempted to overcome this person’s will in order to cause suffering. At the same time she processed what had been said and found it to be a jest, she could tell with these sort of things because her father was a trickster after all. After a few moments of seeing that this man was unaffected by her abilities, she went in to grab the man by the throat. She would put this being into its place before long. Vestec faded through her grasping hand, a chaotic swirl of colors. “It’s alright to be angry, daughter. Finding out that the ones who raised you are dead, and have been lying to you your entire life would make anyone angry. But you must recover soon. There is work to be done. Agents of Chaos to destroy, far stronger than any you have ever faced.” He looked over at the dead Cursed around them and chuckled softly. Keriss roared in frustration, this was now properly annoying her due to her inability to actually do harm to the man. However, she did momentarily stop trying to kill the man.[color=green]”Who are you? You are not my father. You must be some creation of Vestec!”[/color] Vestec tilted his head surprise before suddenly tsking in annoyance. “Did Vulamera teach you nothing?” He spewed pure Chaos energy into the air, giggling as the multicolored energy soared into the air, simultaneously hissing, boiling, and roaring. Suddenly cutting it off, he gave a sweeping bow. “I [i]am[/i] Vestec, daughter. And I [i]am[/i] your father, even if I was not the one present at your birth.” For a moment, fear has shown itself in her eyes upon seeing the Chaos energy. She suppressed that feeling. Though, at the mere mention of Vestec thinking he was her father was enough to cause Keriss to shutter from heretical disgust. [color=green]”You are not my father. Vakarlon is my father, and I was born to kill you and your creations,”[/color] Keriss growled, baring her teeth to show aggression towards the one who had been told was her enemy. “Oh is he?” Vestec replied, giggling. “Tell me, daughter, what part of trickery causes suffering? Pain? Destruction? Perhaps, [i]perhaps[/i] if you used deceit and tactics to cause all this destruction, I would believe you. But all this…” He gestured to the corpses and devastation all around them. “This is all terribly [i]violent.[/i] And since I doubt your dear mother told you, I’ll tell you myself. Violence is apart of me. He wounded Vulamera in their last meeting, and he got some of his essence inside of her. I was able to remove most of it, but at the cost of leaving some of [i]my[/i] essence in her, resulting in your half-brother Lifprasil. More on him later.” He was walking around Keriss, gesturing occasionally as he walked. “Your birth provide Vulamera with a perfect chance to experiment on the idea that you could use Chaos to fight Chaos, without accidentally creating a bigger threat. So you needed a ‘father’ that wasn’t me. Someone who would help her push you towards fighting Chaos. Enter Vakarion.” Vestec paused, looking at her. “Are you following so far?” Keriss clenched her fists, listening to Vestec tell her who her true father was, angering her to no ends. She would not fall to his attempts to corrupt her, yet this would be a chance to get as much information as possible out of Vestec, her enemy. A silent nod in reply was given to the chaos god, permitting him to continue with his heretical speech. “Vakarion was the perfect candidate. Unlike all the other Gods, he would have no qualms about deceiving you about your birth, and would have no problems helping her trick you into believing that he was your father. He didn’t even need much convincing to agree, as he owed your mother anyway. So Vulamera delayed your birth for a while longer until both she and Vakarion were ready. When they were, she stopped resisting. You were born and the rest you know. They declared your purpose is to destroy Chaos and it’s followers wherever it was, in an attempt to curb it. A job you’ve done admirably.” Vestec was suddenly in front of her. “What they didn’t count on was their deaths and the arrival of Order to cause more chaos than I ever have. Vulamera looked too deeply into the Codex and was driven insane. Vakarlon offered himself up to Jvan, foolishly, and I only know that he is dead, not what became of him. Logos and his Realta have arrived and are burning innocents by the hundreds. You may not believe I am your father, daughter, but I have a mission for you and a gift. Provided you’re willing to accept a gift from your enemy to combat your enemy.” Keriss thought this over for a moment, mainly processing the facts that her parents were dead which would explain their silence. Unfortunately with Vestec being the only god she has met other than her parents, she may have to just trust his word. However, this may be one of his chaotic tricks to corrupt the demi-goddess. Her eyes pierced into Vestec, wanting to deny him yet he has made too much sense of it all, her parents silence. [color=green]”Very well, [i]father[/i], what is this mission that you have said you have brought to me. And if what you say is true then speak quickly for time is of the essence!,”[/color] Keriss said in a low, unamused tone, crossing her arms. Vestec threw his hands wide. “It’s simple daughter! We will end this threat in the city of Xerxes. Your half brother Amartia has set up camp there, and thrown in his lot with Logos. It’s a festering pit of Chaos and soon it will be bathed with blood. Be there. Kill everything that remotely looks like Chaos and be home for dinner. Simple! If it all ends well I’ll even give you a group of friends to murder all the chaos around you.” [color=green]“And how do I know you are not simply tricking me into trying to kill those who are innocent at this ‘Xerxes?,”[/color] Keriss’ eyes narrowing ever more, a trait of skepticism that she had gotten from her mother. How must it be that this Chaos God has come to the slayer of Chaos to kill more Chaos? Rather chaotic, rather chaotic indeed. Vestec tilted his head in minor confusion. “Because when you get there you will go into such a homicidal rage at the sight of all the chaos you’ll realize there isn’t any innocents. Amartia killed them earlier.” “Of course, you can just sit here, kill random monsters, and then learn how people did your job for you while you did nothing to affect the world at all. And not get a bunch of friends to kill chaos with you.” Vestec giggled. “Satisfied yet?” Keriss growled for a few moments, thinking of what to do before giving Vestec his answer. [color=green]“Fine. I shall go to Xerxes and slaughter all Chaos I find, but if I kill an innocent out of bloodlust then you better believe I will go after you personally.”[/color] “Fair enough daugther.” Vestec gave a sweeping bow. “See you there!” In a poof of multicolored smoke, he was gone. With Vestec gone, Keriss kicked one of the corpses for she had made a deal with her enemy. However, that was the god who she could trust right now with the others, to what she could assume, to not truly care about herself. The slayer of chaos spread her wings and took flight to the city that she was supposed to destroy. [hider=Summary] -Keriss calls out to her dead parents. -Vestec answers and, after Keriss stops trying to kill him, proceeds to tell Keriss that her parents are dead, he’s her real father, and he has a job for her. -Keriss is accepting of the first, skeptical of the second, and begrudgingly curious of the second. -Vestec tells her to meet at Xerxes to kill Chaos and all the Realta threatening the land, in return he’d give her a bunch of friends to help kill Chaos. -Keriss agrees, so long as she doesn’t kill any innocents. They both leave the area.[/hider]