[hr][hr] [center] [img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/166b/f/2018/132/3/a/larwensymbol_by_crowconuts-dcbboct.png[/img] [/center] [hr][hr] The starry one shook with intensity, beginning to pulse at a speed only a God would be able to comprehend in scope and magnitude. The smoky wisp about his frame began to coalesce, wrapping itself tighter to the young god’s body, until there only remained his dark figure upon the stone. The small pinpricks of light that were etched into his form began to glow outward. In such a horrific moment for Orvus, any who looked upon him then would be reminded of a night sky. Dazzling to see, but full of unknowable danger. Slowly Orvus dropped his hands from his face, and at last he opened his eyes. The God looked down upon his trembling hands and frowned. He found the sight sickening, to say the least. Being unable to control his own body was not something he had ever anticipated, but whatever could he anticipate now? It was a [i]weakness[/i], and he felt ashamed. Unable to bare the sight any longer, Orvus plunged his hands into the thick stone before him. There was a sickening crack as the rock exploded outward from the force of the blow. Dust and debris rained down for briefest of moments and when it cleared, his hands were buried in the rubble. Yet the trembling did not stop as he had hoped. Instead, the floor began to break apart further from where he knelt. Stone cracked, and long jagged lines raced outward from the two points of origin, going in every direction. Any who would look upon such an image would find it twisted, like a broken spider’s web. His eyes went wide at first, then they returned to a scowl. He wanted to scream, but couldn’t, for he had not found his voice. He looked up at the Architect, focusing his rage and anger on him. For it was he who made him feel this way. It was he who made him shake, who made him look weak. He readied himself to die, for surely the God of God’s would smite him down in an instant, but Orvus would give him something to remember him by. This he would make sure. Before he could do any of that, something blocked out what little light there was in that room. Something directly over him. Orvus looked straight up, just in time to see a massive foot descending upon him. He had no time to prepare, no time to evade. So, he was crushed. Like the weight of a mountain dropping a top his nimble frame, there was nothing he could do as his body plummeted through earth and stone. The blow had been tremendous, and so easily avoided if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with other things. It was that simple fact, which finally sent Orvus over the edge. From his body erupted his power of Desolation, and as he fell, rock and stone turned to naught but dust all around him. He passed close to the core of the moon. Where the weight, heat and pressure did little to stop his downward spiral and on he continued, unabated. Orvus eventually erupted from the other side of the moon, leaving a sizable crater as he rocketed into space from the momentum. It was then his rage fizzled out, leaving him to feel empty as he drifted without control. It was then he saw it, a blue orb on the far horizon. He knew its name almost instantly. [i]Galbar.[/i] It meant little to him in that moment, being so far away. He rotated himself to look back up at the Architects moon, and there Orvus saw crystals taking flight. Some raced passed him, others took off in different directions. His own crystal had been waiting for him. Now it would wait in time memorial for a God who would never use it. Abandoned. Just like him, in a way. His gaze wandered past the moon, past his shame and for the first time, he looked upon the barrier. Protected by seals, and wards, holding back an endless abyss. And as Orvus floated, certain thoughts came to mind. If he had came through the barrier, then could he not go back through it? What would await him? Silence? The comfort of dark? [i]Peace?[/i] He stretched out a hand towards it, the gesture ultimately futile but Orvus cared not for the simplicity of it. For he knew, one day, he would find out. Even if it took him eons, he would see what lied beyond. He sighed, and a word escaped him. It was soft, and smooth as it was empty. Just one word. One that would carry his ambition forevermore. [sub][color=black]”Beautiful…”[/color][/sub] He had found his voice. [hider=Summary] Orvus grows angry and ashamed, so he breaks the stone floor where he kneels in the throne room. He starts to focus on the Architect, going to attack him and fully preparing himself to die. Instead, Narzhak steps on him and Orvus is launched through the moon and out the other side. He begins to float through space, and notices both Galbar and the barrier. The barrier he takes far more interest in. 5MP/20FP [/hider]