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[indent][sub][COLOR=7ea7d8][sub][b]Location:[/b] Sanctum Sanctorum - Memorial Hall[/sub][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=7ea7d8][sub][b]Interactions:[/b] Midnight and Dwarf [@soren][/sub][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr][hr]
[indent][color=AFABB0]Aielah moved into the bathroom that the nurses had managed to get the little child into.  He was in the bath, though he seemed scared and shaking.  Aielah was still thinking about Raph and what the man had said.  This child was created, for what purpose was beyond Aielah, but that did not mean the child did not deserve a future.  Whatever his old purpose was, his new purpose would be to live life fully and embrace it.  Aielah slipped into the bathroom and gently placed clothes the same way he’d placed them on the sink.  He approached the child and helped clean the young man’s hair.  

“[color=B507E1]It is alright to be scared, but there is nothing here to fear.  I will protect you[/color],” Aielah said.

“How?” the child finally spoke to Aielah’s surprise.  Aielah glanced down at the youthful eyes of the young man and continued.  

“[color=B507E1]With every fiber of my being.  Come, finish your bath and I will tuck you in.  You can stay here with me in the Sanctum[/color].”

Aielah stood up and left the child to dry off and put on the clothes that were left for him.  When he emerged, Aielah was seated in a chair next to the bed.

“[color=B507E1]Do you wish to tell me your name?[/color]” Aielah asked.  The child was hesitant, but eventually replied.

“They kept calling me Orias at the bad place,” Orias said, slipping underneath the blanket.

“[color=B507E1]Well Orias, I am Aielah and if you need anything, just call my name.  Take this and wear it at all times.  It will always come in handy[/color],” Aielah said, producing a beautiful trinity bracelet.  He asked for Orias’s hand and the young man held it out cautiously.  “[color=B507E1]This bracelet will allow you to talk to me no matter where you are, no matter where I am.  It has a divine blessing on it.  Consider it a gift for a special young one.  Now little Imp, it is time for bed.  No late night television either[/color].”

Aielah tucked Orias in as gently as he could and smiled as he left the boy to his dreams.  Aielah had done what his mentor would have.  Even in the man’s death, Aielah still worked to make him proud, to show that the Sanctum could become more than just the central point of the dimensions, but it could also be a home to those who need it, to those who seek it.

After he left Raph and Orias, Aielah stood for a moment in the hallway to gather his thoughts.  He moved towards the Inner Sanctum, guarded by wards not easily broken, placed there by the Ancient One himself before his ascension.  As he prepared to enter, his earrings began to glow and his mind’s eye picked up on something.  New minds.  They were angry, they were dark and sinister.  It was like listening to the screams of the tortured.  Aielah closed his eyes to clear the invading thoughts.  He turned and secured the perimeter before moving swiftly towards the larger presence.  Aielah was [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d3/37/89/d33789c381d17544a63d53051178a657.jpg]dressed to kill[/url], and it showed in his eyes.  Aielah appeared in the foyer.  Someone had broken in, but what worried him was that they had managed to get through the powerful ward that protected the Sanctum.  Who and why were the obvious questions, but Aielah wanted to know what the intruders wanted.  

Aielah stood silent as he came to the memorial room that Dwarf had destroyed.  His eyes slowly took in the damage and fell on the picture Doctor Strange had painted the day he had finished his trials.  He remembered that day, how proud Doctor Strange was when Aielah had come out of the trials.  The memory, the smile on his master’s face, the twinkle of joy in his own eyes painted on a picture that was now a mere pile of broken, torn, burned, and splintered wood and fabric.  Rage began to course through Aielah’s veins.  Three marks appeared on his wrist, two looked old, but one was fresh.  Aielah’s eyes engulfed in primordial energy as he set his sight on the one known as Dwarf.

“[color=B507E1]HOW DARE YOU![/color]” Aielah spat, his voice changing.  It was as if multiple people were talking at one.  “[color=B507E1]YOU VILE IMPUTENT CRÉATURE![/color]”

Dwarf charged Aielah, looking to cleave the sorcerer in twain.  A beautiful fan made of mysterious metals appeared in Aielah’s hand.  As Dwarf reared back to swing the mighty axe, Aielah’s voice filled the room.  The words dancing around the air like static.  The fan met the axe and deflected it, causing Dwarf to stumble back slightly.  For a brief moment, he looked at Aielah in disbelief that this small man had managed to deflect his axe blow.  Aielah moved the fan in an arch and as the fan moved, another appeared behind him made of arcane energy.  All he could feel was a want to destroy the being in front of him.  He had only felt this kind of rage twice before, and each time he had lost himself.  Whenever he came to, there was always destruction.  Doctor Strange had the intention to train him to control it, to figure out what it was, but unfortunately he met his demise before he could begin. 

“Take your best shot little man,” Cull growled and slammed the axe flat against his chest multiple times.

One by one the arcane blades crashed into Cull, and with each hit, he took a few steps back.  The final blade struck Dwarf causing an explosion.  Aielah jumped, corkscrewing away, before landing safely away from the axe that slammed in the space he was prior.  Dwarf did not let up.  He crashed down on Aielah who barely glided out of the way.

“I’m going to crush you like the ant you are.”

“[color=B507E1]Be careful.  Ants sting[/color].”

Aielah barely had time to react as Dwarf crashed into him.  The oxygen in his lungs begged for escape causing an audible grunt from the impact.  Dwarf, despite his size, was fast and Aielah knew if he didn’t do something, this beast would rip him apart limb by limb.  Dwarf continued his assault and used the momentum from the charge to strike Aielah creating a deep gash in the sorcerer’s side.  Aielah was thrown back hitting multiple objects before sliding to a halt.  Dwarf smirked, approaching Aielah who stumbled to his feet.  Aielah gripped his side firmly to keep from losing too much blood.

“Where’s all that talk from earlier?” Dwarf remarked as he prepared to charge again. 

Aielah stood shakily, closing his eyes as wind whipped through his hair and clothing.  Dwarf dashed forward intent on ending the fight.  Aielah breathed out slowly just as Dwarf came crashing into him.  Dwarf’s eyes widened when he realized that Aielah hadn’t moved, and his eyes were still closed.

“What are you?” Dwarf managed to say before Aielah clasped his hands on either side of Dwarf’s head.

“[color=B507E1]I am Heka, the God of MAGIC[/color],” Aielah said.

The magical energy began to swiftly drain from Dwarf.  A spell circle appeared beneath Dwarf as he tried to break free from Aielah’s grasp.  Two large tentacles burst from the circle and wrapped around Dwarf as his form continued to shrink until he was nothing more than skin, bone and organs.  No more was he filled with dark magic, or fire and brimstone, but was a raisin.  Aielah watched as fear filled Dwarf’s eyes before the tentacles sucked Dwarf into the circle.  Aielah stumbled back when the circle closed and held his bleeding side.  Suddenly, he screamed out in agony as lacerations started appearing on his body.  This was the aftermath of taking Dwarf’s charge head on. One long cut follow by another on his arm appeared and others began to appear on other areas of his body, but they didn’t bleed, for the pain itself was enough to cause any normal sorcerer to pass out, but Aielah continued to grip his side trying to stand.[/color][/indent]