[center][h1][color=black][b][u]Zelios[/u][/b][/color][/h1][/center]

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While all the other shards dramatically shattered and some even went so far as to damage the palace itself, one was considerably more... subdued.

Instead of shattering into a thousand pieces, or colliding with nearby walls and furniture, the quiet shard hovered in place. For a moment it looked as if it might not crack, as if it was a dud. Then, it began to slowly fill with a peculiar inky blackness, until the entire thing was as dark as an abyss. 

[i]Crack![/i]

The surface of the crystal was suddenly marred by a single jagged line; an imperfect crack in what had previously been a smooth surface. Then, black smoke began to pour from the crack. Instead of dispersing to fill the room, as smoke was wont to do, it instead remained concentrated. Instead of rising as high as it could go, it went straight to the floor, and began to accumulate there. Aside from the initial sound of the crack forming, all of this happened soundlessly. The darkness in the crystal, meanwhile, was beginning to drain.

Only when the crystal was empty did the mass of black smoke begin to shrink in on itself, before suddenly stopping as it took on the form of a black silhoeutte; a bipedal form with two arms. Then the blackness shifted once more, as a pair of what could only be wings extended from its back. Seemingly satisfied, the darkness finally began to transform into actual features: short black hair on a handsome pale face. A suit of fine silver armour with blackened trim. The dark mass of wings sprouted shiny black feathers.

The God of Darkness was born.

Turning around, he placed a gentle hand on his still-intact crystal, and slowly it floated down to the ground. Then he turned toward his creator, and approached.

[color=black][b]"Rather rude to leave such great messes in your maker's home, is it not?"[/b][/color] the God of Darkness asked the gods who were already gathering around the Monarch. Though his smile and the amused tone in his voice made it clear it was not intended as a true reprimand. [color=black][b]"Ah, but I'm not one to talk! I haven't even introduced myself yet."[/b][/color] He turned to the Monarch and offered a low bow. [color=black][b]"I am Zelios,"[/b][/color] he introduced himself.

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Zelios is born. Unlike the other gods he takes care not to have his crystal shatter into a million pieces or damage his surroundings. He takes in the form of a dude in silver armour with black feathery wings. Then he approaches the gods gathering around the Monarch and introduces himself.
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