A calm breeze swept across the vast open plains, causing the blades of grass to slowly sway along. There was a tranquil silence to the secluded area, as there wasn't even a hint of local wildlife or Human activity. Pair that with the beautiful blue sky overhead and one could surely lose themselves staring upward at the passing clouds. And Matthew Redglade had done exactly that. His eyes were shut as he dozed quietly with his head propped up on his forearms. The male's attire wasn't exactly orthadox; as he donned a hooded, red, trench coat that ran down to his ankles. Underneath the male wore a dark gray top without any sleeves. Fastened around his waist was a dark brown belt with a silver, ornate, buckle. It was looped through the black combat pants he wore on his lower body, with the cuffs tucked into the combat boots at his feet.

Red eyes snapped open before he sat up, running a gloved hand through his brown hair. Matthew rose to his feet with a yawn. The young male, young for his species anyway, gave off a mixed aura; a perfect blend of Angelic and Demonic essence. Though a faint presence of conflict lingered around him it seemed to be mostly dormant. He picked up a pair of custom AMT Hardballers, with a silver colored slide and a red grip. They each had the texture of smooth stone. The Hybrid slipped his hands in his coat and behind his back, holstering the hand cannons at his belt. He held out his right hand, seemingly grasping the air. A red force came into existence, molding the air particles in his "grasp" into a katana sheath. Next the blade itself came into existence, nestled within the stone sheath before the force he conjured faded. It looked to be that all his weapons were made of this material. Rift Stone.

A common material in the Nephalem Rifts that he frequented in search for more answers about his being. Fifty years of travels and he had wound up in the vast empty field, where for once there was nothing but peace and quiet. Matthew walked through the field at a brisk pace, his hair swaying a bit in the wind. His walk brought him to the ocean's edge at the other side of the field; his gaze fixated on the surface. Slowly another being manifested in the form of a reflection on the surface, standing beside him. The other entity had some resemblance to him, except his hair was white and his eyes were electric blue. And a navy blue cloak covered the length of his body. An oddity was that the same figure didn't appear beside Matthew as he had manifested as a part of the Nephalem's psyche; his fallen cousin. Matthew crossed his arms, the sheath nestled in the crook of his elbow.

"[b]What brings you here, cousin?[/b]" Asked the visage of the departed Nephalem.

"A chance to collect my thoughts, and I guess you're a part of them now," muttered the red coated male as the reflection of his cousin began to wane in the rippling waters, slowly sinking into the depths of his mind...