[b]Moridax, Lord of the Underworld[/b]
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Screaming. Agony.  Oh, well, that might have been the last thing she heard as she worked on paperwork in the Underworld and then... Nothing. Silence... And then, a long time later... Talking?  Where?  No, she couldn't touch anything.  Rather, she felt rather... Disembodied.  She wondered to herself, why?  Her vision felt... Hazy.  Eyes weren't something she was use to having for a long while.  When was the last time she took a form that had eyes? Hundreds of years? Thousands?  Still, she must force her vision to come.  The voices that was near her spoke many things but she had difficulty discerning what they were actually saying.  A small bit of her vision was coming to her now.  In fact, it seemed her sense were coming more to her.  Then, there was bashing on a door and.... Then fighting.  Soon, she could move her body.  Or, perhaps... A Spiritual Body?  As her vision came to, she noticed that her body wasn't the most corporeal thing.

Moridax examined what she was.  Her hands, or what would constitute as hands were skeletal looking... Rather pretty Phalanges at least.  "I need a body."  She confirmed to herself.  If there was fighting going on, than perhaps there was a body she could use.  "That way then."  The spirit goddess said to herself as she floated towards the exit.  The skeletal ghost was mostly transparent with a light cloudy haze around the outlines.  Exiting the building, she took a look around.  There were a number of people, living people at least.  There was a greater number of corpses just laying around.  One of these seemed to be in rather good condition.  Well, not that the condition of the body mattered, but she'd rather her inherited clothing be in good condition.  Or, perhaps, inherited armor.

Regarless, the ghostly form of Moridax floated forward towards the corpse and inhabited it.  Everyone nearby would notice as the body started to violently shake a few times and start to stand up on it's own.  It made some minor, unworldly movements as it seemed a wave of struggle wracked the the body going out from the center of the body and the head to the limbs until it ended up standing on it's own.  A small ooze started to leak from the bottom half of the armor and, somehow, left no mark on the armor as it fled away from the body a small bit.  "Haaa.  Stuff armor isn't my first choice of outfit."  It was a voice that definitely didn't suit the figure that probably once inhabited the armor.  "Helmets are stuffy.  Can't have this."  The figure got a grip on the helmet with both hands and removed it.  Beneath was the head of a cute blonde hair girl with elfen ears and golden eyes.  "Fwah!  Much better."

The armor was a little too big for her figure now... If the body had fit the armor previously than the thought of what that ooze might be was... "So many people died here.  The paperwork for this must be obnoxious.  Those poor skeletons in the administration..."  She muttered to herself before paying attention to the others there now.  There were a couple of faces she actually recognized.  Gods.  One particular goddess that liked to hang around the Underworld with her every now and then, "Oh! Is that Alasayana?"  She questioned, looking at her and then look at the other gods and goddesses to see who she recognized.  Truthfully, her look at the moment was completely different from what she had looked like in the past so it wouldn't be too surprising if no one recognized her.