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<Snipped quote by Rtron>

...Father and son bonding time?


Probably, though Vestec couldn't give a damn that Amartia is getting this magical 5th Element. He'd just be pissed that he broke Astarte.

I'M TRYING TO CULTIVATE THIS IMAGE OF VESTEC BEING BATSHIT INSANE AND UNCARING AND EVERYONE JUST KEEPS MESSING WITH THE FEW THINGS HE CARES ABOUT. DAMN IT.
<Snipped quote by Vec>

Yes, we have talked alot about thier meeting together. While it began as peaceful relations, it spiraled into hatred and maybe war.

While one the subject: Saying that its the power of the gods, is just him obscuring it through the eyes of a mortal. The power to create pretty much anything from nothing (not what it will do) makes it seen that way.


...Soo, Amartia wants magic.

On another note, if Vestec so much as gets a whisper of what he's done there will be hell to pay.
Country Home, Outskirts of Loom. Owned by Marcela, Seraph Angel, Former member of the Angelic Council.

Scrape.

Just a little closer. He could see it, feel it calling out to him.

Scrape.

He just had to keep dragging himself across the floor.

Scrape.

Blood dripped down his chin. He wasn't sure if it was from his head wound or if he was biting his lip so hard his teeth had punctured it.

Scrape.

Sloppy. Sloppy. He had gotten cocky and now Delilah was dead and his arm was broken, the bone scratching against the floor every time he moved.

Scrape.

Delilah was in front of it. Her perfect eyes closed, those impossibly green orbs hidden from the world. She was slumped over, short brown hair tousled. She could have almost been asleep if you ignored the pool of blood beneath her and the unnatural angle of her neck. That bastard. He had killed her! He couldn't accept his fate, and instead fought and now the mission was in ruins and Delilah was dead. But he'd pay. Oh yes. He'd pay. Just as soon as he could get to it, that Angelic bastard would pay. Said Angelic bastard was busily killing one of the demons that had come with them. Slowly, from the sounds of it.

Scra-Thump.

He froze, shameful fear coursing through his body. The bastard couldn't be done. Not yet. The report had said he was obsessed with his hatred of demons. He should be taking his time with the demon.

Then where had that armored boot come from?

He laid there, arm halfway stretched out to pull him closer to his instrument, frozen in fear. Too scared to move. Too scared to look behind him. His eyes remained fixed on Delilah's corpse. Coward. He was just a coward and failure. It was almost a blessing to hear the whistling of a blade coming for him.

Shlunk!

Luicen yanked his sword out of the Wielder's neck, looking over at the only other living thing in the room. "I was impressed that you got two Musicians and a Battle Angel to come to your aid. It showed thinking ahead, which I didn't expect from you. But the two Demons disappointed me. Really? You sent two Surface Demons against me. Survivor of the Great War and every war since? Pathetic." He glanced around again, making sure every enemy was dead. The two Musicians lay near each other, one neck snapped, the other with a sword wound through the back of their neck. The vampires were in the right corner of the room, mostly in tact but with chunks here and there. He had taken pleasure in killing them. The Battle Angel was slouched in the other corner, black wings folded brokenly behind him. His body was, at least. His head was near Marcela.

Marcela laid in the middle of the ruined room, weeping and hugging herself, repeating 'my wings, my wings.' Her wings were damaged, the victims of multiple sword strokes. They were still attached, but flying would be out of the question for the next few months. If not years. If she heard him, she didn't give any sign. She was about his daughter's age when she was executed, their postures even similar before her death.

Lucien's face twitched in sympathy, quickly overtaken by annoyance. "Calm down. I didn't cut them off. Which is more mercy than your precious Council gave my daughter. Really though. For someone in possession of a Clairvoyant you were terribly ill-prepared for my arrival. Speaking of, where is your Clairvoyant? I have need of their skills."

Marcela glared at him through her tears. "Go to Hell, Deathbringer."

"I've already been there. Killed hundreds of Demons before they pushed us out. 'Deathbringer.' That's another thing that disappoints me. In my time we gave nicknames and titles that were respectable, and made sense. 'Deathbringer' can be anyone with a weapon and a vendetta. 'Blood Reaver', now that was a nickname. We gave it to Alexander. Crazy bastard. He'd go into battle, armed with nothing but his fists and armoured in the thinnest of clothing. The Demons, of course, would go for him first, thinking him the weakest. As soon as he started bleeding, they started dying. He used his own blood to craft weapons and armor, slaughtering them by the dozens. It was fortunate for the Cowards he died when Heaven fell. He wouldn't have stood for what they had done."

Lucien took a few steps towards her, kicking a Demon head out of the way. "You're going to tell me where your Clairvoyant is, Marcela. It's just a matter of when. I can make your death last longer than these scum." He gestured towards the mutilated corpses of the two vampires, obviously killed slowly.

Fear shown behind her eyes, but her face was set in stubbornness. "Why? What did they do to you? They weren't even alive during your war. They are innocent."

Lucien's laugh was hateful and mocking as he approached, now standing over her. "Innocent? There are no innocent Demons. They are all scum, monsters who deserve to be eradicated from the Three Worlds entirely. They exist only to make war and ruin lives."

"Really? Then why are we at peace with them right now?" Marcela snapped, trying to crawl away. Lucien waved a hand as he took a step towards her, keeping her within sword range. "It's a trick. They're going to betray you and the Musicians as soon as they are strong enough."

Marcela shook her head, giving up on her half-hearted escape. "I don't think so. It's too good for them now, too easy to get a meal and not be hunted. They can even breed with Angels like your daughter and neither side wil be-" Her sentence was suddenly cut off in a shriek of pain as Lucien's metal boot smashed into her face, shattering her nose. "Do not speak of her!" He snarled, kicking her in the face again. "You know nothing." Kick. "You think you have peace?" Kick. Teeth shattered, the shards cutting her mouth and tongue. "Where was your peace when Chime was slain?" Kick. Her head snapped back and hit the floor with a pain thud. Lucien's boot was covered with blood and spit and she was clearly nearly unconscious or dead, but he didn't seem to notice or care as he drew his foot up to smash his heel into her face again.

"Stop!" Lucien whirled around, sword at the ready, at the young voice. A young Angel, barely 12, ran past him, throwing himself in front of Marcela. "Leave her alone! It's me you want!" Lucien looked down at him, rage slowly flowing away. "The Clairvoyant." The boy nodded, glaring at him. Lucien crouched down, bringing himself eye level with him. "Tell me what I want to know, I and will leave you both alone for the rest of eternity."

Marcela had seemed to regain some form of consciousness, and was struggling. She was babbling some panicked words that Lucien couldn't make out, but he assumed she was trying to get the Clairvoyant boy away from him. The boy ignored her, hate and worried filled eyes fixed on Lucien. "You promise?"

"I give you my word."

That seemed to satisfy the boy, who took a deep breath before continuing. "What do you want?"

Lucien gave a grim smile. "Where are Ariane and Hazumi." The boy blinked in surprise and some relief. "Oh them? That's easy. They're in a place I've never seen before. It's all white and filled with ruins. But there's a growing blackness and danger there." Lucien was very still. There. Why would they return there..... "Thank you." He stood, beginning to leave the room before turning around and looking at the Clairvoyant as he held his mother's battered and wounded body, weeping. "A piece of advice, boy? Get her and yourself away from Loom. As far as possible. It's a focal point for trouble, and a storm is brewing on the horizon."

The boy looked up, tears streaming down his face as he glared at Lucien. "You're going to pay for this."

Lucien nodded, a sad smile on his lips. "I am. But it will happen long before you're strong enough to exact revenge. Don't go on that path. It leads to nothing but death and ruin."

With that, he left the building, heading towards Heaven's Gate.
<Snipped quote by Kho>

Am I not allowed to be friends with my giant huggable non-Euclidean aunt? ;-;


Not when she's trying to rape the world into 'beauty' .

I'M ALSO SEEING A PATTERN. JVAN HATES VESTEC BUT SHOWERS HIS KIDS IN GIFTS.
Serena is observation. I'll get that post up sometime this week.
I find it amazing that Vestec has killed three gods and raped another one but Vowzra's true problem is with some living blob with a far too large fetish list.

Edit: And just to make it clear, this is not a complaint, I just find it curious. With all of Ilunabar's stuff I am in no position to request calm, logical behaviour from any deity :P


Vestec didn't rape anyone! Vulamera got her essence accidentally mixed with his after fighting Violence. Thank you very much. :p

Reathos was self defense, Mammon willing merged his essence into the Realm of Madness, and Julky isn't dead!
Hazan and Vellios
(with a surprise guest appearance by Serena)
Hacate Base Infirmary

Featuring @Fallenreaper, @Rtron, @Mortarion, and @DJAtomika

Vellios was staring into the tent's back, Drono and Dex currently gone now, as he let the nurse examine his ribs. She gently pressed causing him to hiss in reaction. His figure pulls away and stares at the pretty thing, his arm lifted to see her stunned face blink at him. "Easy there hun, that tickles."

"It seems you have a few healing ribs. About three of them are still fractured and any impact could rebreak them. They aren't any older than a few days-"

"Five to be exact...I took on a Krogan and it didn't end well." Vellios smiled, faintly. His eyes noted Haze limply being helped in, carried by a human officer, and then set down nearby. "Issues with your knee there, Haze?"

"Yeah. I took a hit in that last mission, and our little tangle with those Krogans didn't help."

Hazan limped into the infirmary and sat down in a nearby chair, huffing a little from the pain. He saw Vellios getting examined on the table and nodded to him.

"And what about you? Chest holding up?"

"I've been worse. It still hurts and according to the doc, I'm still in pretty crappy shape. Though that's to be expected since it's only been a few days right?" Vellios shrugged off as he settled down, letting the nurse tend to him. He turned back to Haze with a question on his mandibles, his tone serious compared to his prior one giving the impression he was deep in thought. "What do you think of this mission?"

"This one? Well at least it isn't a capture mission this time."

Hazan shrugged and extended his hurt leg as a nurse tended to him.

"Well, from the initial scan you've got a few fractures in your leg that haven't had the time to knit properly. When did you last see a doctor for this?"

"I- Uh... Never?" He smiled a little sheepishly. It was true, he hadn't had the opportunity to go see a doctor.

"Seems fractures are common with this group." Vellios teased lightly, though his voice sounded forced. The nurse attached a more gel like brace against his torso. It allowed him to move more freely and applied small amounts of medi-gel through the skin for quicker mending, but it still would be some time before he was fully healed still. She then inserted a morphine dose to ease his shoulder, moving to check his arm in a caste still.

"So, any thoughts who's going to inflitrate the group?"

"Probably Dex. She's a spy, right?"

"Fractures, not listening to common sense advice, doing stupid things like going to an underground fight club without telling anyone else on the group, yeah that seems fairly common." Serena chided as she walked into the infirmary, Del floating behind her. "As for infiltrating, I imagine it'll be just about everyone but me. This mission requires stealth, the ability to lie, and act. I am God-awful at all three! I'll remotely control Del and Sarah for support if necessary."

She pointed a finger at Vellios. "No fighting. I'll remind you that Kasy has given me full access to her sedative collection and full rights to use them. Del and Sarah have both been outfitted. If you so much as make an unnecessary aggressive and stressful move, you're getting sedated and taken away. Don't think I'm joking mr. 'Fight Krogans for money we don't need.'."

"I'll make sure to keep him on a leash, Serena."

Hazan chuckled as the nurse tended to his leg.

Serena rounded on him. "Don't think you're off the hook either. You were perfectly fine with just going randomly on this underground fightclub without so much as a 'Hey guys, we're going to be here in case shit goes wrong!' If you so much as try to run on that leg without good reason, Del and Sarah will fill you with darts too! And you both owe me at least one chess game for saving your asses. So both of you play nice, because I don't have as friendly as a bedside manner as Kasy does. Nor am I above smacking you in your injured bits. Are we clear?"

"You know I suck at that game." Vellios partly lied, as he laid back.

"That's a lie. You're actually decent at it. And don't think I haven't noticed Tanya reading up on my stratagems you've been sending her. Cheeky. And clever. If I lose this chess game, you're going to pay for it."

"Nay, I think you're imagining things. Beside it would be do you some good to lose once in a while." Vellios chuckled, the weight in his stomach lifting slightly. Any farther converstion was interrupted when he noted Haze pop off a statement to take off the attention from him.

"I don't know how to play chess."

Serena clapped her hands delightedly. "I can teach you! You and Dex and Khosin can play against each other to sharpen your skills against people of the same skill level!" She beamed at Hazan, clearly assuming it was a done deal.

Vellios rolled his eyes playfully upon hearing the excitement in Serena's voice. The nurse had examined his arm, deeming it healthy enough to be put into a sling and able to move about. Though she warned him against lifting anything with it or risk it breaking again and far worse than before. He nodded, accepting the advice, but not commenting on it.

"As long as you don't turn me into a Turian dart board with your drones, I guess sure."

"That depends on how well you behave during this mission Hazan, not if you play chess with me. Though...if that is a valid blackmai-I mean bargaining option...."She trailed off, smiling somewhat evilly.

"Well I don't know... I'm not really a chess person."

"Haze, tip: just go with it. At some point she'll have nearly everyone playing chess so best to accept defeat and go with it. Serena's got big ideas for a competition oboard the Borealis so no way of wiggling out of this." Vellios advised toward Haze.

"Fine." Hazan sighed and reluctantly agreed to Serena's veiled threat.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. Though be aware I might constantly be begging you to play at least once." Serena replied.

"See? Serena's mind is filled with chess over half the time. Though she will deny it most the time and personally, I think she needs other hobbies." Vellios added, smirking with a hidden knowledge of what he meant and expecting his friend to wack him. Though he was injured which might stop her for a bit from doing any damage. The woman was finishing up his repairs and examination when he popped back on his original and serious topic. His arms straighten out while he leaned forward, testing his movement and stability. "Seriously though, we need to determine who's going on the stealth mission and come up with any back up measures for when the worse happens. If we don't, then who's ever upfront is going be riddled by bullets or worse, tossed about by binotics before we can get to them."

Serena glared at him for a moment, mouth open to give a scathing comment. Her eyes suddenly went wide as she realized what Vellios was implying. She blushed a bright red and her scathing retort turned into a stuttering failure. She settled for smacking him on the shoulder and glaring again.

"Oh of course, Vel. Other hobbies." Hazan chuckled, idly watching the nurse attach a simple gel brace on his lower leg.

"I'd suggest Dex straight off. Maybe Serena and Iosif could follow her? Serena's got her drones and Iosif's... Iosif. I probably won't be doing any big maneuvers with this bum leg, so I guess I could be overwatch alongside Tonka. I've still got my Mattock. Nothing compared to a sniper rifle but I can manage."

"Dex I think could easily pass off as a weapons dealer, but no dealer ever travels without protection or a show of muscle. Some times this shows how good they are as meaner the gaurds look, the less likely the buyers will consider backing down or showing weakness by retreating from a deal. The bad part, only a people on the Borealis fit this and likely won't lose their composure." Vellios answered, his eyes edged into his left side of his head and thought for a moment. "Kasyra, Tonka, Drono-due to his swagger and attitude-, and likely me. Drono, however, honestly I question his ability to give off intimidation without overkilling it with crazy. He's scary as hell, but if he comes off too mad than the buyers might assume the dealer is too and question the credit."

Vellios inhaled then took the plastic, cheap cup offered by the woman. He took a sip, immediately wishing it was Turian Brandy or something, and added. "We can't afford that in the end."

"Well if Tonka takes the overwatch role he's automatically out. So I guess that leaves Drono and Kasy, since you're in no shape to be out there without cover. Serena would kill us both anyway."

"Drono can pull it off. And if he over sells, just have Dex bullshit about how he took an angry Krogan headbutt to the head once and hasn't been the same since. It'd explain everything. Drono has enough crazy and swagger to for a brain injury to explain it all away." Serena put in, once she had stopped blushing like mad.

"We only have one shot Serena. Oddball and unusual rarely work, unless you have a threatening edge. Currently I think I'm out unless I take off my cast on my arm and hid my chest brace under my armor. Which I hope you got repaired." Vellios recalled his injury made it impossible to check or do himself, a fact he didn't like at all. He only had two pairs of armors, not the best, and they were getting worn down as it was. Any visible cracks were likely to shout 'Amatuers!" to the world at large. He shuddered at the thought then narrowed his attention on her.

"You don't find Drono to be slightly intimidating and threatening before we truly met him? He's batshit insane with a penchant for explosives. That's more than enough threatening in my book. We don't want angry Krogan levels. Just someone who can swagger." Serena retorted.

"Yeah I think we're sold on Drono being with Dex then. What about Kasy?"

She gave a victorious smirk at Vellios, before turning to Hazan."She's stealthy, and I don't think there are any Blue Suns around. Infiltration?" Serena suggested, looking between the two of them.

"She's got the look and the cold demeanor, it wouldn't surprise me if she had done the role before. Though there's one issue that concerns me. Her reaction with the Blue Suns. The way she reacts reminds me of myself a long time ago, and if she's even a quarter of that emotionally unstable... she could get Dex and Drono into a firefight by the merely mention of knowing a Blue Sun." Vellios said, his mind recalling her state when they were trying to talk her down from killing innocence. His figure leaned in causing him a bit of intense pain that slowly faded, his figure flinching a moment to show it. "Anyone in that state of mind can be more dangerous than the people we're dealing with."

"Keep her in the back with me then? I'm one of the least likely to be insulted by her demeanor anyway." Serena asked, sighing in disappointment as she looked at the complete scan of the area Sarah had provided. It was like she suspected. Not a single mech.

Vellios pointed out one thing, though his next question he felt the answer was already clear. "We still need a second, unless you're fully comfortable with me going?"

"Do I have a choice in the matter of you going or not?" Serena asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Depends, has that really stopped you from choosing where I make love?" Vellios retorted, accusingly.

"Get a room, you two." Hazan had another chuckle at their banter.

"As long as you don't fuck where we can find you, where we eat, and in our sterile medic bay, I couldn't care less where you 'make love'." Serena replied.

"I would've cleaned it up in the end but you interrupted." Vellios retorted, leaning back and

"Please. You can barely walk."

"I wouldn't say our medical bay is "sterile"..."

"Not since he and Dex fucked in it."

"If they did I'd have known." Hazan replied with a chuckle.

"Del, please play recording of five days ago."

The video of Serena finding and spraying Vellios and Dex played, hovering in front of Hazan, pausing before Dex stood up to reveal her nakedness. "I think I've made my point. Regardless if I say 'I don't want you to go' are you still going to insist upon going."

"Well I'm not surprised. I never did say our medical bay was sterile. I knew one of these days someone would do that there. It's, like, the quietest place on the ship besides the bridge."

"I've not tried that yet, Haze... and I figured I might ask permission, mother." The turian started to edge up, his examination finished. He touched his cast and brace, seeking the bindings to see if he could easily pull them off. It might cause more damage if he was hit only once but his own health wasn't important compared to his allies. Besides... if he did die, he would be with Armis and his children again.

"Don't give them ideas!" Serena rounded on Haze, scolding him. She eyed Vellios. "Well that's nice of you, but seeing how rebellious you are I doubt my permission will matter much son."

"I wasn't!" Hazan held up his hands in mock surrender. "Besides, it's not like I sleep in the bridge every now and then..."

"Stop touching your bindings. A, I'm going to make them tighter so you can't undo them stupidly, and B, they're there for a reason." She took two quick steps towards him and gently hugged him. "Focus. No dying. I'll ressurect you just to kick your ass if you die on me."

Vellios smirked, cheekily, then continued to pull at his bindings. His body leaning into hers as he spoke. "You realize if I go, I have to take them off anyways. Besides, death isn't so bad. At least I know who's waiting for me."

"No. Dying." She interrupted him. "I'm serious Vellios. I, Kasy, Dex, and probably Haze over here will miss you. Badly."

"That's not a "probably", Serena. Vellios is the finest friend among friends I've ever made. Alongside you guys."

"Don't worry, I'm in no hurry to meet Armis or my kids. Besides, her spirit would have a bigger ass kicking then you could possibly give. Though keep in mind, if it does happens than I won't stop it and don't you pout." Vellios teased, his talon pulling up Serena's chin with grin on his mandible. "Now, will you finally admit you have control issues?"

"I don't have control issues. You have listening issues." Serena snapped back, smiling.

As Khosin made his way towards the infirmary he was surprised to hear voices coming from it, familiar voices to be precise. Pushing the door open he was greeted by the sight of Serena, Haze and Vellios.

"Huh, didn't knew the crew was meeting here." He joked as he sat on one of the chairs inside the infirmary. One of the nurses approached him, asking Khosin what was he doing in the infirmary and he quickly explained to her about the glancing hit he had gotten from that kishock shot back on Omega.

As his wound was checked he turned to look at his comrades "So, you guys got any ideas on how we are going to infiltrate this smugglers outpost?" He asked them curiously as his wound was being bandaged once more after the nurse was done checking it.
Vestec, Level 4 God of Chaos

Might: 8

Free point: 3

Vestec crashed through a mountain the, now burning, landscape of his Realm of Madness. My, My, Mammon's really changed the place. He mused, picking himself up from the hole he made in the center of it. More of his Divine blood pooled in the hole, pouring from the gash that nearly severed his arm from his shoulder. He looked up at the God of Death, dark winged and Scythe at the ready. "Reathos, is this about your precious Pronobii?" He called, rolling his shoulder as it reknit itself. "I'm sorry your precious genocidal maniacs were all nearly killed by-" He dodged to the side as Reathos' scythe tore through the rest of the mountain, sheering it in half. Vestec appeared on the other side, giggling.

"Not in the mood for talking? I understand. I'd be upset too if my chosen race was on the brink of extinction." Reathos charged, forcing Vestec to dodge to the side again. This time, however, he kicked the God of Death through the mountain. "Come now Reathos. You can't win this. Especially not while angry." Vestec chided. The rest of the mountain exploded as Reathos burst free, rubble rained down as he swept his scythe towards Vestec. The God of Chaos ducked, hand forming claws to rake Reathos' stomach. As more Divine blood fell to the ground (interestingly enough Reathos' blood was black and stinking of rot, where Vestec's was bright and constantly changing colors and smells) and the God of Death stumbled backwards, Vestec's claws hooked under his chin and threw him across the landscape.

Vestec leapt up and followed, zooming over the burning lands to come down in a frigid tundra, examining the furrow Reathos had made. "You look like you hit hard, bro-" He snarled, his colors flashing violently red, as Reathos' scythe cut through his ankle, making him fall to the ground. "Sneak attacks? After such bravery? For shame!" He hissed, rolling to the side as the Scythe came crashing down, creating a great crack for miles in the earth. Vestec threw up a hand Pure Chaos energy slammed into Reathos' body, throwing the Lord of Death hundreds of feet back only to crash into a steaming heap on the ground. Vestec picked himself up, testing his leg. "What did you think to accomplish, Reathos? You're attacking me in a realm crafted from my essence, shaped by Mammon's essence. You possess neither. You're doomed to los-" Vestec darted back as Reathos attacked again, his scythe tearing through the air in an attempt to cut him in half. "You can't damage my stomach, it's my least annoying part!"

Skeletal hands wrapped around Vestec's legs, hundreds of them. He glanced down, using Chaos magic to burn them away, and that was all the time Reathos needed. The God of Death hit him with all the force an angry god could muster, and they went tearing through the Realm of Madness. Demons were scattered and killed as they tore through forests of blood, mountains of skulls, temples to death and deprivation. Hellfire licked against them as they tore at each other, doused by Divine Blood. They crashed into the middle of a river, it quickly turning black and soul draining with Reathos' blood pouring into it, as Vestec tore a chunk of his chest free. The God of Chaos was thrown free, landing on the black and rocky ground. He picked himself up, bleeding profusely from dozens of wounds, his left arm barely hanging on and repairing itself. A slash went from hip to groin, gushing Vestec's ever-changing blood. Still, the mad god giggled. "What fun, what fun! Are you having as much fun as I am, Reathos?"

The God of Death burst from the river, water dripping from his remaining wing and mixing with his blood. He was in no better shape. One wing tore off, claw marks all over his body, oozing the black blood of death. Half of his face was torn off, blood gushing all over the ground. Vestec giggled again.

"We've had our fun, Death Maker. Now it's time for you to go home and tend to your flock. I'll even let them live. We've torn apart half of this realm. Go now, before I lose my pa-"

A giant skeletal hand burst from the ground behind Vestec and slammed into him, crushing him to the ground. It's fingers were claws of bones, piercing through his shoulders and arms to pin him to the ground, exposing his head for the final blow. Reathos' Scythe rose up to end it all. Vestec's colors suddenly turned a deep, dark, red.

"Enough." His voice was deep and guttural with rage, as Chaos energy burst off of him in a wave, shattering the skeletal hand and throwing Reathos back. He stood up, much longer claws out and seeming to drip with blood. "I gave you a chance Reathos." The God of Death was still struggling to pick himself up as Vestec advanced, his scythe flashing wildly out. Vestec caught it, tossing it aside. "I wonder. What happens when Death dies?"

He leapt upon Reathos, claws rising up and down with terrible speed and violence, black blood flying all throughout the air as Reathos screamed and screamed. Demons were drawn by the howling. Imps, beasts, Lords, they all came to the sounds of a God dying.

Vestec wasn't sure how long he tore at Reathos. Could have been minutes. Could have been years. Regardless when he stopped the God of Death was a bloody mess and quite, quite dead. Limbs were torn off, chest torn open, head ripped free from the body.

Slowly, Vestec's colors returned to their normal state and he tilted his head at the mess. His own wounds had long since healed, and his claws returned to his normal hands, stained black with Reathos' blood. "Well, well brother. It appears your time with us is at an end. But don't worry. I'll ensure your legacy continues on." He picked up Reathos' Scythe, hand, and head. "Lets see here..." He ripped out the Lord of Death's eyes, and cut off the top of his head. Opening the skull he ripped out Reathos' tongue, tossing it to the pile of limbs and gore.

"I'll come back for the rest of you later. Right now, I need to sow your legacy across the world."

Vestec left the Realm of Madness, rising up high upon the world. He took the seven parts of Reathos and shaped the Divine Essence lingering in them, making them less...morbid and more appealing to mortals. That done, he threw them across the world, allowing them to land where they may and whatever Mortals wished to find them could.

"Now. I have business in the Venomweald."

<Snipped quote by Double Capybara>

He already has, technically, through the boy. But as I will be withdrawing, all those storylines have been doomed to oblivion


But can be revived once you return!....?
<Snipped quote by Double Capybara>

Well, then mister fan favorite us gonna have to meet Amartía. . . over fish pie.
Need his portals for crazy millitary maneuverability. Still need to train them, anyone wanna do some training.


I think Lif has dibs on that use of him.

Though I'm curious to see how you're gonna convince Belvast to help.

As for fighting, do that with Kyre or just start training them yourself.
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