Destroyer

Name: Alec

Age: Not determinable

Race: N/A

In all honesty, the person that is Alec is as complicated as the heavens, filled with mysteries and wonderments that can leave even the wisest scholar scratching his or her head. Here though, we will try to bring to light some small shred of this man, in order to understand the shadows that lurk in his eyes.

In the beginning, Alec was no more than a Dragon Kin, special in his own way, and chosen to be the savior of the Energy Dragons. In his body dwelt the last of their kind, and through him was birthed another plasma dragon, merging in his soul with its mother, straining his body to the limits of inhuman capabilities. That was not the end though, for through other actions came Ren, a rift dragon from another dimension, one that also merged into his body, destroying his flesh and remaking it. It was through the shadow dragon that he gained power over all forms of matter. Therefore, at a vital point in his life, Alec had three dragons using his body as their temple, and this in itself almost drove him over the edge of insanity. It was just before his fateful death in Antarctica that he was empowered by one known as Saar, and his mind opened completely. He was able to use over 100% of his mind, something normal man had never before accomplished. This power led to the birth of his psionics, another gift unknowingly bestowed upon him. Coupled with his power over energy, wind, matter, dragon magic, and psionics, he was certainly a formidable opponent. The path he was led down found him at Antarctica, and shortly after he was killed through the actions of one child, Ferefire, as the child gave his own life for both of their deaths.

At his death, Alec was cast out from the Hall of Dragons, his soul banished to another world, his body left in limbo with no known hope of resurrection. The dragons that inhabited his body fled back to the only home they knew of, brazil, while the Rift dragon went on a quest of his own through time, meeting with one known as Jace in the future. Before Alec’s death though, one of his generals had activated a plan, that of bringing forth a life that was the embodiment of the Crimson Knights. She was perfect, a creature fused together with the blood and powers of a clan. It was his blood that gave her life, though later on, through actions not able to be prevented, she was destroyed in battle. Her body was vaporized and all that remained was her soul and the energy that was her power. This girl, Naia, was taken away and set in the Halls of Dragons, where she was expected to be destroyed. One dragon though, the dragon Goddess Mists, saw her as a worthy tool to use in her own designs. Thus she manipulated the court and had the girl thrown into the abyss where Alec’s body lay. Soon the two merged and broke through the seal of heavens, plunging to earth, not as Naia, but as Alec reborn.

Upon re-entering the world, Nevoa was born, with the agenda of cleansing the world and starting anew. This agenda however, was that of the Mist Goddess, and not of Alec, as he was nothing more than a puppet unknowingly. They conquered several countries, purging them, one of which included Canada. At the purging of Canada though, something inside Alec snapped and broke loose, and for the first time he saw what he was doing, and could almost feel the strings controlling his every action. Through his power, and Naia’s power, he broke free of the power of the goddess and proclaimed himself his own person, disappearing after that and not heard from, nor seen, for these past months.
Information on the previous spoken of events:

Alec/Origin:

Race: Dragon Kin

Height: 6’2

Build: Medium

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Black, cut short with a single braid hanging down his back.

Personality: Suspicious of those he does not know, borne from years of being told to trust no one with what he is. Once you are known, he is easy going and friendly.

Powers: Alec’s powers are mainly consisted of wind/small psychic abilities, though he does and will use the energy of the dragon residing within him. (more below)

Wind:

Listening: This is done without thought. It is where he “hears” the wind, or rather lets it talk to him, telling him of what is in the surrounding area, though it is a language no one can speak, if not a feeling.

Basic attack/Defense:

Wind cutter: Throws razor sharp blades of wind, able to discharge 20 at a time in a spread. The blades that do not make contact with any solid object will dissolve and flow back to him, returning some lost power.

Boomerangs: Two solid blades of wind, thrown, able to circle continuously until coming in contact with something solid. Slight ability to control the movement of these.

Whip: 5 strands of wind form around his body, lashing out at will or command, unlimited range.

Spherical shield: A shield for defensive/offensive purposes.

Shield: A windshield.

Small telekinetic shield: limited shield to stopping small objects in mid air.

 

Intermediate Attack/defense:

Small funnel: A funnel of wind roughly 5ft tall and 3 ft in diameter. Able to throw these at opponent, only damage would be either throwing the enemy or capturing them for a short period of time.

Blades: Two spinning blades of wind form and solidify on the end of the 5 strands of the wind whip. These are then controlled and used by throwing at attacker and manipulating them. These could also backfire and hit the thrower.

Mind attack: Throws a mental attack at the opponent with the intent of confusing them or causing them to "berserk" in which case they would go crazy and begin on a path of mindless destruction which would last for 4 posts.

Mind Daggers: Another mental attack which would cause the opponent to think they are being stabbed all over their body by knives.

Wire: These are very complicated and may not be allowed, as could be considered modding. In essence the one using this attack would have to maneuver around for 4 posts (that’s in order, 2 from me, 2 from them) Without using any wind attacks. After said posts wires made of wind, razor sharp would cover the area they are in. Almost any movement would then likely result in some form of cutting. Wires can be made to loosen or tighten by mental command.

Defense funnel: This defensive move would capture the attack in a funnel of wind and throw it, along with the funnel, back at the attacker. Thus it is a two-fold attack/defensive move.

 

Advanced:

Wind Orbs: Eight small balls of wind form around the user in a rotating fashion. Each ball can be made to do a different function, whether attacking or defending. They can form to make a shield, form to make a pedestal for levitation, attack in a row, or basically anything that 8 floating ball could do. These are permanent once summoned, thus allowing for other attacks while using them. Good for combination moves, i.e. adding spikes to the balls for an attack, etc.

Discs: 3 discs of wind, in essence razor blades, are thrown and last for 4 posts. They will continue to "bounce" around with no control and must be accounted for. After 4 posts they disappear.

Seeker: A wind snake infused with a curse. It knows the enemy and will "seek" them out, attacking with its fangs. If it bites you the bite itself does nothing, but a curse enters your body and slows down your thinking and reaction times. These are very silent and best used when your opponent isn’t aware of your presence. The snakes themselves cannot be seen or felt.

Wind Tunnel: A funnel of wind like unto a tornado, as tall as it has space to reach upwards, same goes with width. Will not exceed 150 yards in height or 50ft in diameter. Winds are at 80 mph. If opponent is caught in one of these a number of other smaller attacks can be combined, i.e. whip, blades, cutter, etc. Unless outside this attack is a last resort.

Vacuum: Combining the Wind tunnel with a strong, (one of the strongest) Demonic attack, this move will entrap the victim and possibly the user in a smaller tornado funnel and "seal it", causing the wind to suck all of the air out of the funnel and making it impossible to breath.

Frenzy: This attack take a lot out of the user. It is a combination of every basic and intermediate attack combined and thrown at one time.

 

Energy Attacks:

These are used in conjuncture with the 6 jewels on Alec’s body, each a part of him. The jewels and what they are are explained later on.

Blast: This is just when small bursts of the plasma energy is let out of the jewels located on the back of Alec’s hands. They are powerful, but mainly used to fend off an attacker.

Serpentine Strike: 4 of the jewels are used, two on hands, two on shoulders, and leap out, combining into each other to form two serpents. The serpents are then loosed from the body and both attack the enemy. They last until they are killed, and have minds of their own, though limited. They will burn anything they come in contact with.

Blade: This is where blades of plasma energy emerges from the back of Alec’s hands and extend for 2ft.

Spiral: Hands are clasped together, the jewels then letting out streams of energy that intertwine into a large spiral and attack.

Guard/Shield: The jewels on the chest and forehead are used to help shield Alec from various attacks, though do not always work.

First Ascension: Doing this takes Alec into his Dragon bloodline, awakening it inside him. The two jewels on his hands disappear into his skin and he grows by 2 ft, his eyes become serpentine, and his skin harder, but takes away a bit of his humanity. In this form he cannot fly, but his agility is increased.

Second Ascension: The two jewels on his shoulders merge with him and his mind grows more serpent like. He now has two leathery wings sprouting from his back and a spiked tail. He can fly and use small amounts of plasma attacks, but most of his wind abilities are now gone or forgotten in this stage.

Final Ascension: The remaining jewels disappear and his body is completely taken over by Rai-Tai, his Dragon Kin. In this state he almost completely forgets who he is, what he is doing, and knows only to kill. His mind is confused, as Dragon Merge has not been done in thousands of years, and no one ever told how to keep your human self inside the dragon body. Now he is more likely to fly off seeking prey rather than stay and fight a battle, though he may see the enemy of Alec as his own enemy, but it is not known. It takes at least a day for the power binding the Final Ascension to wear off and allow him to return to normal.

Attacks in 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Ascension:

Plasma particles: Hundreds of tiny pieces of plasma energy surround his body, then can fire in any and all directions, sticking to whatever they touch and melting it.

Orbs: Orbs full of energy form and are fired at the enemies.

Plasma Flame: Used only in full dragon form, a normal blast of energy.

Other Dragon techniques:

Dragon Strike: This is using 5 of the 6 jewels at once, and will likely leave Alec drained and defenseless for a time. The 5 jewels resonate together and draw on his own life force to summon the spirit body of Rai-Tai, the dragon living within Alec’s body. Rai flies from his body, but is still bond to it, and lets loose wall after wall of energy, but can only last around 30 seconds before having to return to his home.

Dark Summon: This was told to never be used, and an oath was sworn never to do so. This is where the 6 jewels are used to summon Rai-Tai in his true form, but instead of using the DragonKin’s life force, it will suck the life force of any living thing in its radius, including trees, animals, and plant life, the very energy locked in the soil. Doing this will make Rai take on the attributes of that life force, and cause him to berserk and become out of control. Nothing would be able to stop this until Alec himself was destroyed. (Thought I’d list it.)

Summon: This is where all 6 jewels are used to summon Rai-Tai in his true form. He cannot last long in the real world, but can last long enough to do his masters bidding. Rai’s power depends on the amount of life left in Alec’s body, for summoning him he would take such until there was only enough to keep Alec’s heart pumping.

Equipment:

Clothing:

Alec usually wears a blood red shirt, skin tight in order to not hamper movement, and made from a type of soft chain mail, not good against bladed weapons but helps against hand to hand combat. His pants are braided black leather, soft and malleable. His cloak is also black with a blood red symbol of a dragon on the back of it. On his head he wears a veil/hood type piece of cloth that always covers his hair and comes just above his eyes, hiding the jewel there. The veil he usually wears in battle, attaching it so only his stark blue eyes show.

Items:

He carries several pouches around his waist, consisting of gold, maps, potions, and poison.

Weapons: (Unused)

The only weapon, aside from the usual daggers, that he carries is a quarterstaff inlaid with silver runes and the bodies of serpents. It is the symbolic piece of his clan, something passed down before there were legends. It is said that the silver was melted and worked by the first of the Dragon Kin, man and dragon working together, forming the first bond.

History:

Alec is from the clan Crimson Te`ilianth, meaning Dragon of Crimson. His race is a forgotten one, one called Dragon Kin, those with the blood of ancient creatures flowing through their veins, guiding their lives as if they had no say in it, guiding most to death. For a long time the Dragon Kin, or humans, were mainly sources of energy for the dragons, or a tool to be used by them. After thousands of years one man changed this, the founder of the Crimson. Sien-Tai, Alec’s ancestor, outsmarted his “Kin” and bond the dragon to a new code, one that put human and dragon on the same level, if not the humans a step above. One thing above all, the dragons honored The Code. For thousands of years after words there was peace, but the amount of dragon bonding began to dwindle as the ages changed. Soon the art of Bonding (where the human is given a part of the dragons heart) was almost an arcane practice, except in the Crimson.
Soon wars began breaking out against the dragons, man rising against them, seeking to destroy that which they feared. The dragons were losing, all across the land, they were being scoured off the planet, driven into hiding, soon losing the energy they needed to live, the magical force that drove them, the bonding. Seeking to keep his clan whole, and his people alive, the current Clan Chieftain of Crimson used the last of his life force and what magic remained between him and his bonded to form 6 crystal jewels, each able to contain an essence of the dragon life, together being able to return the dragon to the world around it for a limited time. The Jewels embedded themselves into his body, something he had not expected, and he died. At his death the jewels vanished, but his son, when he came to the age of maturity, when he was to be bonded, they appeared, embedded in his skin as they had his father. Soon after all male and female that were to be bonded received these crystals in their bodies, then after bonding they would contain the essence of their dragon counter part within themselves, drawing upon its power.

This put the Crimson in direct contact with what made the dragons, dragons. The very threads of magic residing inside the earth, the powers of life. Some of the people began exhibiting signs of these powers, earth, fire, wind, life, and water. After years of study by the people they decided to embrace this, whatever it was, and they began to learn how to harness the powers they were given. Ages passed, and the clan dwindled. Those being able to bond becoming smaller in number each generation, until finally only a handful showed promise. It was at this time Alec was born. He was born heir to a falling people, forced to dwell in the remote regions of the mountains to avoid people. It was here he learned how to channel his power, how to fully control it, and here he met Rai-Tai. Rai was his chosen dragon since birth, but rarely had they talked, and when they did it was never pleasant, Rai not liking being imprisoned inside Alec’s body.

As the years passed it became apparent that his people were dying off, and this brought sadness. He spoke to his father, but was always waved off.

“They will return. They will.”

Upon his deathbed his father told him that a long time ago, hundreds of years, many of their people had left the valley to seek their way in the world. This was his father’s last command; to search the earth, find his people, and return to them the Dragon. Alec promised he would, and would return the dragons to the valley, someway. It was then he heard of the shrines, and knew they must hold answers he sought.

He had a purpose now, aside from sitting and waiting in his village. He took the Crimson banner with the golden/red dragon on it and set out, where he wasn’t sure, but he would find his people, or die in his search. To him it was the same…almost.

Introduction of Ren.

Alec felt them before he saw them. He had felt the air displace itself behind his position, and could sense the space being distended and remade into something else. Almost cool wind blew his hair, wind that had to be from another place for there was none here in this vacuum he had created. As Alandra and Ren came forth from the gate he turned, his still serpentine eyes glowing a dull red from the small amount of power that still raged inside of his blood.

He lowered his staff and bowed to the Rift Dragon, one hand over his heart, the other holding the staff parallel with the earth. He stood back up straight, giving a slight nod to Alandra before focusing his attention back to Ren.

“You have learned why you were summoned, great one. My people are your people, and I would ask your assistance. Things are happening… that endanger the fabric of time, that could reach even through the rifts and touch your home.”

Ren said nothing yet, but his silence gave his affirmation. His eyes bored deep into Alec as if they could seek out the far reaches of his mind, and learn the secrets he housed there. He then spoke.

“I have, Dragon Kin. I know what you require. I should slay you here and now for the suggestion of it, but what you say…and what you have done… it will be allowed. We will be as One.”

Alec smiled slightly, knowing as much would be said. The Rift Dragon was the embodiment of evil, but even he forsook such longings to join this cause. He would become one, and he would give Alia her substance, and he would teach Alec.

Ren still stared at the man, more of a boy to him, but a man by human standards, and wondered. He could feel the presence of the other dragons inside Alec’s body, could sense their power. It should have burnt the human to a crisp, but it had not. His head turned slightly to Alandra.

“It shall be, but not here. If you are to learn, it will have to be in the Eldar realm, for there is reality truly bent.”

At her leaders nod Alandra began the tear, making a gateway for her and Alec into a higher dimension, one that shadowed reality and yet was not touched by it. The rip at first was only a small line in the air, but then it widened and to her became a door. No one else could see it, but she knew Alec could sense it, as well as Ren. She took his hand lightly and walked through, both of them stepping into grayness that echoed where they had stood. Ren appeared instantly behind them, a gleam of approval in his eyes. She ignored it though, and turned to the human.

“This is a dimension higher than the one in which we reside. Here time flows faster than it does in our world, which means that we are accelerated. We are moving 5 times the normal speed of earth at this moment. Everything here is real, yet what you do does not affect the real world unless you rip through the dimension, which could unravel fabrics of reality.”

She glanced up at the disc that was rotating above them lazily. Hours ago she had made the disc in this reality rotate at a different direction of the one on earth, then had caused a rift in time and space to combine the two anomalies, thus creating what was fast turning into a black hole in real space and time, on earth.

She looked back to Alec, her mind going back to the task at hand.

“Through the Gaidenship you have attained part of this ability of mine, to travel this dimension, as well as others if possible. What you do not have is my immunity, without that you would fade from here and be nothing. You would cease to exist. But, as per your orders, I summoned Ren. With his bonding you will be able to do all and more than I can, even the creation of Gateways. However, for now you must-“

She stopped speaking as a line of hair thin air materialized in front of Alec, then widened. He stepped forward and disappeared. She saw a shadow of his body in front of her, moving faster than normal. He had stepped a dimension higher and was now moving at 5 times the speed as she. A thought came to her then, the voice of it all too familiar.

I know your thoughts.

Of course, he knew what she thought before she could voice them. She knew that he now had her knowledge, but how he would use it would be up to him. She watched as he stepped back into view, a mile away. She was about to move to him when the ground shook and shifted. Where he had been standing no longer existed, but was now no more than a crater. Her eyes widened as a storm of energy began to rain down upon the land around them, destroying all.

Alec stepped out of nothing beside her, his eyes narrowed, fury marring his face.

The northern Alliance. I can feel our people…those we protect. I can…

He turned to face her fully, his eyes now a mask of blank emotion. Controlled rage caused his muscles to twitch, it was all he could do to stand there, and listen as the faint sounds of destruction were rained down.

Duty. Go, gather my people. Do what you must.

Her nod was a jerky one. He asked her to step into the midst of chaos, into something that was burying their land in madness.

And she stepped forward, and was gone.

Alec turned back to Ren, a determined look now replacing the one of rage.

“You came here for a purpose Dragon. I will use you until I can use you no longer. You will teach me what you know and your power will become mine. My body shall be your home, your soul becoming one with mine. I shall belong to you, and you to I. These are the terms of the Dragon Kinship. Accept it or return to your world and await what fate has laid out before you.”

Rage.

Rage boiled inside Ren like a cauldron of bubbling oil. He had never been spoken to as such as this human did, and those that tried where burned from reality by the power of his anti-matter. His glands filled with the energy, preparing to let loose such that would rip this dimension apart and leave nothing whole.

But he stopped.

It was true, whether the whelp lived or died, soon this battle would reach his world, and he would either fight or die. It was not in him to die, nor withdraw. Millennia he had lived alone, something evil, always surrounded by darkness, but now he was being asked, or told, to become something else. It went against his nature, his pride, and his people.

The look in the boy’s eyes pushed him over the edge. The eyes, so much like his own at the moment, showed not an ounce of fear at the prospect of being torn from life and devoured. They held Ren’s in silent defiance, daring him to reject his offer.

“I have never followed anyone, boy. Entire lands have fallen before my might and I took them. I killed without mercy, destroyed without conscious. And you ask me to help save something. I could turn on you in a second, and eat your soul.”

“And lose your own. Accept or not, we must be about other things.”

“Your existence irks me. When we are done with this world, I will kill you. But, until then, I am yours. Use me if you will, if you can.”

That was all he needed to hear. The acceptance. Now what would happen was beyond him, and with luck would not destroy him in the process. If it did…

Alec’s eyes closed, power flooded him from an unknown source, as it was with bonding. He felt his heart stop, could feel the blood coursing through his veins with crashing speed, some of it seeping through his skin, but pain was not there. His breathing stopped, his nervous system shut down. He stood there, as straight as a board and aware of everything around him for miles, yet powerless to bat his eyelids. The power refused to stop filling him, it was now pouring over his skin, surrounding him in its invisible cocoon, smothering him, killing him.

He was dimly aware of roaring, that of Ren. He knew the dragon’s body was changing as well, switching back from reality, to unreality; from spirit to dragon.

Alec’s fingers loosened of their own accord, the soft sound of his staff reaching his ears, sounding as though it was wading through water to reach him. Everything was fading, become new, unraveling, rewriting itself. His skin burned and ached, feeling as if needles were being drawn across it, creating patterns that barely registered on his rotting brain. He screamed, though he didn’t know it. A scream that could be heard across the land, something so ear rending that it sent vibrations across the forest, something that could be seen in the murky grayness. He screamed until his throat was raw, and then screamed more.
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RaiShin and Alia, wrapped around each other in the corners of his soul, could only watch and feel in horror at what was happening. Never had they seen so much pain exhibited, and almost wished for Alec’s death, if only to save him from this torment. They were now beginning to doubt that he would survive this bonding, even though they as well could feel the ancient power flooding Ren and Alec. The power would not stay, it was only manifested at bonding, and none knew where it came from, or where it went to when its job was finished.

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Ren wanted to kill him. Never had he known such pain was possible, but then again he had never been taken apart and remade over and over. The power that filled him was bitter, not sweet like his own power, but something that made him want to weep just from it being inside him. The power of bonding was not a welcome one. He tried to gather strength for a blast of Anit-Matter, but found he could not even breath.

It happened. The earth turned upside down, his vision left, and yet he became aware. Of everything. His being was pulled, drawn to the human, and embraced into his body.

He felt Ren enter his body and was aware of how. With the energy dragons jewels had appeared, but not so with this rift dragon.

Runes now ran the course of Alec’s neck, torso, and arms. They began below his jaw and ran down his chest, arcane symbols that had no meaning on this world. They coursed down his arms, encircling them with signs and symbols, glowing. On the back of each hand the runes ended, turning into the heads of dragons, maws open and prepared to strike out. To anyone looking at them they would appear to be moving, their scales glittery and metallic, the eyes boasting destruction.

But none of this mattered to the man that lay on the ground at the moment, his body feeling as though it had been flayed to the bone and then sewn back together, or to the rift dragon now residing in his body. And they slept.

Floating…

His body was weightless, completely and utterly without mass. Though his eyes refused to open he knew that his body was in a lake of vast blackness such, as he’d never dreamt possible. Faintly he could feel Ren, though not in or a part of his body, but…around him; a consciousness that pulsed dark energy.

Shift.

His eyes were opened, but the light streaming into them threatened to burn away his retinas. It was futile, but he tried bringing up a hand to shield against it, but found he had no limbs, nor a body, he just ‘was’. First came panic as the realization flooded him that he was dead, that they bonding of three dragons had been more than even he could handle, but behind that came peace and understanding, the knowing that dead was the opposite of what he was now. It was the knowing that made him understand this.

The light began to fade only to be replaced by a glowing blue light. It appeared as if he was being pulled away from the light, pulled by some unseen force or hand. Then another light, to his left, then to his right. Even though he had no true sense of direction he turned, and whatever it was he was seeing out of showed him that he was in a sea of glowing orbs, some close, some far away, and that all of these lights were moving, being drawn to something. That something he could not see, only darkness in the middle of the lights.

The lights winked out of existence as soon as they came in contact with the darkness, as if they never were. Soon all of the lights had been drawn into this thing, and it began to expand, to contract, and then fold in upon itself. A word whispered to him from somewhere far away.

matter…

He had only a small idea of what it could be talking about…but then something changed. What had once been a black ‘hole’ in space, as it appeared to be a hole in blackness, now had colors. A spectrum peeked out; a combination of three colors, but colors where there had been none; White, yellow, and red.

Shift.

He stood in a great hall before a massive throne. The throne itself was gilded and inlaid with hundreds of thousands of dragons, all glittering of ruby and sapphire, the light bouncing off of it and creating faint rainbows in the air. Alec lifted his eyes to see the man on the throne, a man clothed in darkness holding a white scepter in his right hand. He appeared shocked at the appearance of Alec, and quickly shouted words that made no sense to Alec at all, a sort of guttural yet beautiful flow of words. Immediately the throne room began filling with red clad guards, all loosely clothed in baggy pants and shirts, tasseled spears in their hands. His eyes traveled quickly to the man on the throne, and before a dozen spears were hurled at him he noticed one thing; the man had runes running all over what flesh was exposed.

Alec’s head turned slightly to see the spears flying at him through the atmosphere… but he didn’t see spears. All he saw was particles merged together tightly and packed, blue particles.

normal matter…

As if just by his thought the particles in the spears began to change, blue becoming yellow almost instantly. The spears simply vanished.

What was and is and was not.

Shift

The ancient dragon stood before him, eyeing him as if he had waited long to receive the boy and was now finally done with him. In a soft language he began to speak, the words fusing into Alec’s mind, though it was almost like he heard nothing, but saw everything. He saw worlds created, worlds destroyed; people created, people destroyed. Throughout it all his eyes never left the great brown-scaled dragon, until there was only silence.

Shift

Alec opened his eyes, His eyes , to see grayness. All around him it swirled, the mist that marked this as a higher dimension than that of earth. Pain wracked him as he sat up. It felt as if he had been drug apart by horses, put back together, and drug apart again. But he lived. He realized the pain he felt was not only his own, but also that of Ren.

We live.

That we do…

He stood, already feeling his strength creep back into his body, and welcoming it with relief. His senses told him much had changed in the world since he was away; for in everything but body he was taken. A quick look told him the land was devastated.

The attack on the alliance.

The dragons within silently agreed, though they really didn’t care. It was only humans after all. No time for playing…

Minutes later a slash of light pierced the air in front of Alandra and he appeared, a boy in his arms, obviously exhausted. He could tell by her eyes that Alandra was glad he was alive, if not for only meaning that she would not have to battle a Rift dragon. The boy was set down lightly, already beginning to rouse, and Alec turned to her.

“Tell me. Everything.”

And she did. She told him of the attack on brazil, the gathering of the dead, the rumor of an alliance between AA and a new evil clan, of the AA’s child’s visit, and finally of the war in Scotland that would soon begin. He nodded, and would feel the moment Milina began absorbing the shrine. He saw what she saw, and knew what she knew.

“Then we will do what we must. But…there are first matters to attend to here.”

His head tilted upwards, his eyes thoughtful. Above them the black hole swirled, a disc of pure dark matter. He could see it now, the redness of the black hole, no longer the darkness. He knew it for what it was; it made him smile.

The runes along his neck began to glow a faint red, pulsing with a life of their own. He lifted his arms up and clapped them together with enough force shatter the ear drum, but it was cushioned. The air he had gathered in that instant billowed out-

Air. Blue. Normal matter, yes, but white. I see white…mirror.

-the air gathered as it expanded, flaring out in all directions, acting like a large cylinder. Soon it reached the edges of the disc, and he stopped it. The column of air now stretched from earth to disc, trapping it in this space.

“This will keep the rest of our territory safe, but this place will be a vacuum, if it is not already. Now then…”

 

Gaidens.

His mind reached out and he found them, marked by their loyalty to the Knights, marked. He felt the desire of each, the desire to become something more than they were. He would grant this them.

An orb of pale yellow light appeared before him and grew until it was the size basketball. He gazed into the ball and saw each of his Gaidens, no matter where they were, and smiled. He began speaking words, words that would flow into his people’s minds and take root, and they would know.

Crimson Knights you have become, by word and by deed and by honor. You have asked for this, to become one with the body, to become whole. This is granted to you on this day, the gift of Gaiden. With this comes knowledge, power, and family. You form a bond that no man can break, and that death cannot hold. We become as brothers, bonded not by blood but by will. Upon this day you will feel the link, a link that is stronger than magic, something that will sustain you in your darkest hours. To break the link is death, to embrace it is life. May you know life.

And he felt it. He felt as a rope of energy entered them all, a link to the rest of the Gaidens, a chain that fed knowledge and power. They would now be able to share powers, be able to borrow what is their brother’s and make it theirs for a short amount of time. They could speak to each other through thoughts, no matter the distance. They were one. They were whole.

Saar opens his mind.

Alec opened his eyes and began to turn away, reading the slight energy necessary to make a gateway, when a voice shattered into his mind, bouncing off the walls of his consciousness and branding them to memory. One word was all that was heard, all that shook him from normalcy. Madagascar. It was a little used Crimson province near Africa... but the picture of the city formed in front of him as if he was seeing it with his own eyes. he could smell the air, feel the heat from the desert, and yet still he heard the questioning voice of Alandra. What is this...?

It is doubtless that a creature of your caliber would have not ascertained the intentions of my brother and I. Madagascar will be mine, but I offer a unique opportunity to deliver it to us without the shedding of your subordinate's blood. Your mind is... clouded like nearly the entirety of the human race. You use only a insignificant portion of your brain, just enough to get by. Albeit small and poorly constructed, you allow life to cloud your minds far more than it ought. Give Madagascar to me, Alec, and I can give you the clarity that all humans seek, although they know it not.

Alec thought on this, but it did not take long. He knew that he could not afford another front on which to fight, and if this person could do as he said... it would be one more tool to help his people achieve what they sought. He nodded his head in acceptance, though not sure if this entity would detect the motion or not. "Ok." His reasoning was his own; it only needed to know he accepted.

Now, human, seal yourself away in meditation for 1 hour. With my own mind, I have unlocked areas of your mind that you could previously never hope to access. Find these areas and make them yours.

And it was gone, but something more was there. Something that made him…aware. He opened his eyes and saw Alandra looking at him, her brow knitted with worry. He felt each hair on her head, saw the different colors running through it as if his mind was processing things…differently. One stand began to lift, as he saw it do in his minds eye…

With a shake of his head the hair fell and she was staring at him with wide eyes. A slash of light appeared before him.

“See to him, and gather all those that are here. Meet in Brasilia. I will return.”

He stepped through the gateway and found himself in gray once more, but this time he was more aware of it than ever, and for a moment it hurt.

Stop hurting…

And it did. The mist parted before him as if by his own will, things were becoming more clear than ever before. Voices came to him that were not his own.

…you need to wash..

He could point to the village the thought came from, could almost see the outline of a woman standing over her husband, silently berating him for something unknown.

What is this…

He sat down hard as his mind opened before him like a flower begging for the warmth of the sun, and it began to fill. Knowledge, power, strength. He had often heard that humans only used a very small percent of their brain… he was more than human… so what would 100% usage do to him… and the plans began to shape even as his eyes closed in meditation.

Alec and Naia become one.

What is life, that in the breath of an instant it can be extinguished as a flame amongst the wind…

Where was she? This was not the place her eyes had last beheld. These lacquered walls were not the scenery that had burned itself into her retinas. She recalled not the multitude of black marble columns that ran parallel down a massive hallway, stretched out in front of her as though it would run for eternity. Her footsteps echoed against hardened tile instead of soft ground, a steady beat that rung in her ears and told her mind that she was moving, though her body refused to believe it, even when her head tilted to the floor and saw it passing below her slowly.

Don’t be frightened child.

The soft voice reverberated once more inside her tortured mind, giving her the feeling of a deer trapped before a hunter’s scope; her head turned this way and that, searching for the speaker. All she was shown was the black walls reflecting black columns reflecting her black gown that swayed in the non-existent wind as she walked.

I wear white… a holy… white…

She was confused, far beyond anything ever before in her short life. Naia felt tears threaten to spill, for what she knew not was killing her, tearing her apart from inside to out, manifesting in the violent shaking of her hands clenched tight in the folds of her gown. She shut her eyes tightly against the flood that begged to be let loose, steeling away those emotions that didn’t belong to her. She instead clutched onto the anger that was beginning to build, replacing the fear. She fought to hold onto it until it bloomed inside her lithe body, a black rose encased in thorns and brambles. Power flood into every limb, flaring out the gown in soft tendrils of black silk, electrifying the air about her, charging it with a multitude of particles and flecks of time and space until gravity ceased and became something else.

No…. Child.

Then it was just… gone. The power was ripped from her body like an appendage, torn out of her body to leave her shaking on the ground, eyes wide with fear, mouth open in a silent scream and tears that had been repressed falling down her cheek in torrents. She tried so hard to scream, to mourn for that she had lost, but at that instant another flood was pressed upon her, threatening to drown and beak her in its pressing power. She witnessed her creation, the blood of a mighty clan being poured into her body, giving her power and the strength of all that was contained in those plasma drops, she saw the shrine that gave her life and flowed in her veins, bringing her forth again into the world of mortal men, she saw battles, death, victory, defeat. Then her death.

She had traveled through many planes since that day; hell, heaven, nothingness, and then finally here; The hall of Dragons.

The figures in shadow watched her, saw as she fell and clawed at the air for what they had taken from her, or closed off from her. None felt bad, for it was necessary that she be destroyed, for what she was and what coursed in her veins. She was of them, yet not one of them, something that they could claim, but a person which they dared not.

“Show her.”

One of the figures spoke, the voice soft and raspy, like sand over rocks. The visions were heaped upon the girl one after another, showing her life, why she must die, what she had become, what she could become. Her back arched under the strain of the sights she now saw, her head almost touching the tiled floor underneath her.

“Is this really necessary…?”

Another voice spoke, this one younger, clearer, but also with less authority than the first. Red eyes shrouded in darkness turned to the speaker at once, serpentine slits narrowed in annoyance. The first speaker was the first to comment.

“You know the blood that flows in her veins traces back to him, do you not? We did not save him, why should we save a creature like him?”

Silence ensued for a brief period, and they thought the matter was settled, yet once again the voice pierced the silence and caused exasperated sounds to come forth.

“Yes, but that is not to say she is like him. Even he thought what he did was right, and she has done no wrong that we have witnessed. Perhaps we can one day use her… if she were stronger. That boy, Alec, even he controlled three dragons, and among them a Rift Dragon.”

“His power, nor hers, is in question. It is what she will do with it that is. But, as you say, to destroy her…”

Another spoke into the gap.

“We have no hold on this earth, our race has all but fled it. If it is destroyed, what does it concern us? We have found new grounds, new worlds untouched by their filth. I say be done with her, and him, and send them back to their own kind so that even the stench of flesh will not foul our air.”

“You know his body is without a soul, there is nothing we can do. Unless… no. Impossible.”

“It can be done. We will be rid of them both, and in the process it may even destroy them. If it does then all the better.”

They all fell into a thoughtful silence, and in that silence they released Naia’s body from the hold they had on it. She fell limply to the floor, her body like a rag doll, hitting the ground with a soft thud. Her mouth worked in silent words, begging the powers to leave her be, to let her die, again. Her fingers clawed at the floor, soon drawing blood that she had no need of, smearing the smooth tiles with her innocence and unlife.

“Enough.”

Naia was jerked upright by an invisible hand and planted solidly on her feet, eyes staring dully in front of her, shoulders shaking violently. She slowly turned her head to where the Judges stood, even in the absolute darkness she could see them, for they allowed it. Before her eyes she beheld beings in black and red robes, all aged and solemn, staring at her with unblinking, red slit eyes. She could feel malice flowing from them and encircling her, but she knew not what she had done. She formed a word and breathed it out into the stillness. Please…

”Girl,”The voice shattered inside her mind, exploded her senses and burning into her existence the meaning of those spoken. ”you house within you something forbidden, you are something that never should have been created, an abomination in our sight. You have no true purpose, were born from essence of others, and have no family. No claims may be made to be of our Kin. You do not belong here, as another does not belong here. You are henceforth banished from our Halls and our sight, never again to return. GO!”

Her eyes widened in shock and the hall exploded in blinding shards of white-hot fire, cascading against her skin and sending wave after wave of pain through her body.
She flung her hands up in front of her, trying to stave off any of the flecks of pain that she could, but they flayed her skin and coursed through her blood, destroying, building, killing. She was dimly aware of the space behind her making a ripping sound and pulling at her, coaxing her painfully into an abyss that she would surely remain in forever. She tried to call out once more, to beg, to plead; anything to be spared this damnation. Darkness ensconced her completely.

And in the midst of darkness…light.

Naia opened her eyes and let her body once again feel. She was slowly spinning, suspended in a space of grayness, nothing below, and nothing above her. Her gown was ripped and swirling about her body in tatters. Her dark eyes took in everything, yet there was nothing to take in, for it was the same. She turned herself to what she though would be upright, but then she felt as though she was hanging upside down. Her mind began to panic, the feeling of being trapped overwhelming.
She reached deep inside and was relieved to find that her power was there, the well of strength that was hers and hers alone. She let it loose and felt the source course through her veins and along her skin, goose bumps rising along her arms and legs as it filled her completely.

’Go Away.’

The power flung out of her in such vastness that it completely dispelled the mist, sending the substance rolling away from her in waves like atop an ocean. As the wave of mist fled her she saw something floating, as she was, but unmoving. She could feel something pulling her, compelling her to move closer, to see what the object was. Coils of red energy, plasma, swirled around her hands and began to pulse out as she lowered her arms to her sides, letting the pulsating power propel her toward her goal. She cut easily through the void, unfilled with the gray essence, and was soon almost upon the… man.

Her first thoughts were that he was surely dead, for his chest remained still, his eyes closed, body still, but then, he moved. It was almost undetectable but she saw his chest rise and fall once, bringing oxygen into his lungs and pushing more blood through his veins. He had black hair, long and shaggy as though it hadn’t been cut… in a long time. She moved in closer to the man, and the link grew stronger. She was now mere inches from his face, and with trepidation she reached out, her slender hand lying across his cheek. Instantly she saw who he was, who he had been, and who he was no more. She watched through his eyes as he fought for a shrine, as a battle was waged against one of equal power and passion, and then through horror filled eyes she watched as his enemy sacrificed his life, and took him along for the unpleasant ride.

Naia removed her hand from Alec’s cheek, tears falling from her eyes. She now knew everything, and she also knew that as punishment his soul had been reborn in the past, far away from here. She wept for what he would never again be, for what he had been. Almost a father to her, as she was mostly born from him, through the line of Gaiden’s.

’But… why has he been kept alive if there is no hope of his soul returning..’

Then the realization came, the truth of what the Dragon’s had done, banishing her here, to this place where they knew she would find him. The knowledge and power appeared in her mind, and she knew it was their will. What would happen was unsure, unknown even to them, but if she was to fail, she would die, if she were to simply not try, she would one day die.

To become One, something more; to be reborn.

The power coursed through her body again, this time uninhibited, set free from every bond she had put on it in the past. It raged through her like small serpents, literally burning in her body, boiling her blood, bringing untold pain to bear. She flung her arms wide as her forearms burst open, each a long slit from her wrist to her shoulders, the blood gushing out in a river of crimson gold. She wrapped her arms around the body of Alec, power shooting from her wounds and stabbing into his body, beginning the transfer of blood that would infuse his body as it had hers. She bent her head to his as life began to ebb away, and pressed her lips against his own, opening his mouth with her tongue. She breathed words unknown.

‘Eli~shie tein Czei T`encyar O`m~ark’

Both of their bodies began to convulse and spasm, muscles tightening up into knots of pain. She screamed into Alec’s mouth as her essence coursed from her body to his, flowing into his veins like honey. Her body began to fade, to merge with his; how she didn’t know, could barely give it thought, but she could feel herself fading away, dying, again.

Blinding light exploded from between them, an orb of energy that ripped her body apart and enclosed them both in a cocoon of flowing matter, hot and cold at the same time. Naia watched as her body completely vanished, sinking into the pale flesh of Alec, becoming one with his own body. Frustration overcame her as she watched the changes take place. His skin grew darker, almost to a dusky tan in color, healthier. His hair that had been black was now turning red, stained with the blood she had shed for this union. His muscles, almost like liquid from no use and nothing to stimulate them, became hard and strong once more, corded with strength. She watched in astonishment as his eyes opened, eyes that were once a deep gray were now a brilliant emerald green, gleaming with fire and passion. His mouth opened and the liquid matter began pouring in, and with it her soul, trapped in the orb, ready to fill this new body. Her new body.

She flowed into her new body, sensations unlike any she had ever felt filling her. She was aware of everything like she had never before been. She felt each and every rune that lined her body, felt the plasma that coursed in her veins, the wind hovering in the shadows of the void waiting for her command. Her mind was open to… everything. She reached out with it and felt everything, felt the rents in the void, the fabric of her prison, the very composition that created this embryo space. In her mind she felt along the orb cocoon and felt the seam that wasn’t there, and mentally spread it until it cracked. Such was the gift of Saar, refined and given new meaning in the form of Alec. The orb shattered into thousands of tiny peaces, all floating around the body of one man, reborn something different, someone different. The man raised his eyes to the mist and with a soft, deep voice whispered…

“I am Alec.”

She would take his name, as she took his body, but she would not be him. To a man she never knew, she gave thanks. No. He gave thanks.

His mind opened up and felt around the void he was trapped in. The microscopic rifts opened to his probing, showing him the way, the path that he would take. He clenched his fists, sparks of plasma bursting from the jewels, residue that belonged to Rai-Shin and Alia, part of their essence, their bodies. A grin sliced his face as he felt silent approval, a nod of acceptance; invisible, undetectable, yet to him it was felt and directed.
He opened his arms wide as if accepting an embrace and felt the particles of the mist break apart from each other and deform, corrupt themselves into malleable material that would bend to Alec’s will. Where gravity was absent he created it, like an enormous double bladed knife, held high and ready to strike, he formed it. The gravity took shape in front of his emerald eyes, quickly the threads of time and space wrapping about each other and melting to energy, energy to power, power to him. He beheld as the gravity blade was laced with antimatter, black specks of ether floating and dissolving into a single line of material void of matter, seeking and desiring to devour.

Alec rose above the unseen blade, drifting until he was directly above it, something only his eyes could witness. To him it was now in the shape of a dagger the size of small car, slowly rotating, held in the air by his will. He descended on it, his feet lighting upon the blunt back piece of the blade. Threads of the blade emerged from its body and rose to him and wrapped around his legs, then coiled up his arms, securing him to his projectile. With a mental release the blade was set in motion, the gravity that he had created forcing the weapon down through the void at an ever increasing speed. Soon it was almost as if he weren’t moving at all, but that the space around him rushed by instead. Then the first layer rose below him, widening as the dagger closed in on it. Bright light spilled from the rift and caused Alec to shut his eyes against the onslaught. They passed through the level and heat coated his skin, bringing sweat pouring down his body in rivers. On he plummeted, soon passing through the layer of light and entering a dimension of utter darkness, a darkness so complete that he shut his eyes once more until he felt the slice of another rift opening and the passing through.

For what seemed like days this happened, until finally he felt the final layer give, could feel the atmosphere of earth pressing through the hairline fracture of dimensions, seeking to gain entrance where it had no business. He cut through it like mantel, the gravity blade shattering with the impact and sudden introduction of more gravity. His eyes opened wide at the site of earth, but before he could take in the beauty that it held he felt heat. He had not passed through the atmospheric layers, and was now beginning to burn. The jewels on his body flared to life with dragon essence and arched out around his being, fastening around him in the space of a heartbeat and hardening to form a type of cocoon to protect from the fires of earth.

He lost all sensation of falling in the sphere, and only knew quiet peace, a tranquility that almost lulled him to a needed sleep. As if on its own volition his mind began to analyze everything that had happened in the past day, cataloging certain events and words that could perhaps be used one day. Through the power of Naia, the blood of her clan, and the mind of Alec everything from the past was brought to his mind and calculated. Mistakes that were made, battles that were fought, alliances made and broken. All was brought to his thoughts during the descent to earth.

The burning sphere hurtled through the sky and toward the earth in a brilliant streak of white-hot fire, burning away the air in its wake. And then it hit.

In the middle of nowhere, in what was known as the United States, the sphere crashed. It plowed into a secluded lake, bringing it to a rolling boil even before it landed and causing every drop of water to evaporate on contact; it killed the fish life within and scorching the muddy ground below it. The trees in the immediate area were bowed down facing away from the crash site, the inner part of their bodies burnt beyond help, leaves and pine needles turned to ash in an instant. Birds took flight to escape the shockwave, leaving behind trails of feathers and angry voices. The sphere, buried at least two hundred feet below the lake, cracked open like an egg, the outside shell sending off tendrils of smoke as cool air was brought into the hole.

Alec stepped out of the shell and climbed atop it, green eyes staring upward toward the rim of the well he had created. Sunlight streamed through and hit his face, bringing a smile to it, one of pleasure. He could smell the residue of water in the air, and without traveling to the surface he knew what had been done. His head tilted downwards, looking intently at the hardened clay that surrounded his cocoon. Through the sifting smoke he could make out blue matter, and then water particles. He gathered the matter around the area and inverted them, creating ball of antimatter. It dropped to the ground and caused the matter to explode, falling steadily through the earth until a faint gurgle was heard. The ball was dispelled as water rushed into the hole, rapidly filling it. A vertical slash appeared and widened, revealing the sights above where he stood, and he stepped through.
Alec looked around him at the trees, hurt but not killed. He reached deep inside his body and brought forth a small amount of power, harvested from one of what used to be the crimson knights. That power spread through the air and settled on the trees, doing nothing noticeable, yet beginning the process of healing that would return the silent soldiers of the forest to their previous glory in time. With that done, and the lake refilling itself, he sat down, eyes closing in thankful rest.

Thus far has the story of Alec been recorded… but it was yet to be finished.

Things happened in the months he was gone, dealings with dragons and gods, promises with death made in hell. He was almost content to leave the realm of men forever, but when the ties of Nevoa were cut a new song had began to sing in his head, one of which was bathed in crimson.

New Description:

Alec’s hair has grown out in the time out of his clan, and now it is just past his shoulders, total blackness with streaks of crimson staining many strands. Around his face, it is cut just at the level of his eyes, though it never hangs straight, but is usually in a state of unkempt disarray. His eyes, once soft orbs of blue, are now cold stones of ice, able to change with his mood, or whichever field of vision he is using at that moment. His clothing is not of this world, but is made up of a soft black material, kin to leather, yet vastly different. Runes run through every stitch, and anyone with common sense could tell that it is far from normal. His ensemble consists of a pair of loose-legged pants, hanging against his ankles, brushing the black boots on his feet; his shirt is of the same color, also loose fitting and short sleeved, and finally an overcoat. The coat sweeps the floor when he walks, in typical style, with runes also engraved in every strand of fabric, tinted with a dark blood-colored red.

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Powers: Everything listed above, both hidden in words and in plain sight. Level 10.

Time: Several millennia ago
Place: The fallen stronghold of the Crimson Knights//Outskirts of Brasilia
He could feel them, a dormant ancient power, hibernating beneath the earth’s surface, as they could only do, without his body. Their energy cried out through his soul and made the ache of them not being there all that more visible, the hole where they lived an empty reminder.

The black-clad warrior raised tattooed arms to the sky, runes dancing along his skin, tieing into a barely glowing jewel on the back of each hand. Small sparks danced from those jewels, readying for the surge of power that would soon come. On the wind he whispered their names.. Rai..Alia…. come home..

Something stirred, power came to life fully, enraged, joyous, murderous. From the ground in front of the city erupted pillars of molten death, red plasma that melted rocks and bricks with just a whispering touch. The pillars streaked upwards, then down in twin columns of liquid energy, landing directly in front of the unmoving Alec. The shapes began to take on other forms, that of two dragons, one of large stature, and one of medium. The wind cascading off of their translucent forms blew his clothes back against his skin, yet heat failed to caress him. A small smile lit upon his lips, one of sadness and one of friendship.

“I am sorry it has been so long…”

Rai silenced him with a mighty force of plasma, which cocooned around him, melting the earth at his feet and causing him to lightly sink into the ground. Finally the rage of energy ceased, leaving tendrils of smoke swirling around Alec and the scorched ground.

“You are not my master.” The elder dragon spat, her eyes glaring balefire down into his soul. Alec smiled, then turned his hands around, brandishing the jewels that only he could possess.

“It is me.. though much has happened in the time that has passed. I have come to ask your forgiveness for not coming sooner…” The dragon smiled, slyly, her eyes locked onto the glowing jewels.

“You do know that if you are not him, you will be incinerated from the inside out.” He nodded his knowledge. The two dragons exchanged glances, then as one their bodies began to melt back into coils of raw power. They surged into the air, then came crashing back to earth, spiraling toward Alec, then branching off, each surging into the jewels on his hands. At once his world shattered in pain and pleasure, the clothing on his back vanished as the other 11 jewels on his body blazed to life, rushing with the power of the dragons that came. Arcs of energy shot into the air as fireworks, coupled with his shouts of pain as his body was ravaged by the strain of reconnection with these beings.
High above him, in the skies, could be seen a crimson dragon, burning its impression into the clouds, the heavens, making its mark high above the world. Far below, in the capitol city of brazil, people ceased their activities and looked up, those that weren’t already looking in that direction, and pointed. Whisperings of a crimson dragon spread like wild fire, coming together, as always, with the name of the crimson knights.

Soon the governor was alerted, told that the crimson knights had come once more to claim this land, and that this time they would not be stopped. The armies were assembled, preparations made to repel the attackers and keep their city safe.

Outside the city though, a man was on his knees, laughing with tears streaming down his cheeks. The feeling of completeness rushed through his veins, along with untold wells of power he had not known in so long. Naia’s blood sang within his heart, Alec’s blood raged through his body, and it all became one, finally. In that instant of total bonding, the man was gone, his coming and goings marked only by the shifting earth that had rested beneath his feet.

From there Alec left this realm and traversed worlds unknown, vowing one day to once again make his presence known.

 

 

 

Creation of a Destroyer

Powers and levels held herein level 10,

Chaos magick is the most powerful of all the Secret Arts, for it draws upon the very power of the universe. Although Chaos Masters are limited by power in some areas, they keep some of it within themselves, or use artifacts, or crystals in this case to channel and amplify their powers. Imagine the power of an earthquake, the force that keeps the world in orbit about the sun, the strength of the winds, the motion of the continents on their plates, the hot spots ascending from the very core of the planet. The chance to undo and shape the past or future and to form anything at the will of a singular thought. Those are the kinds of power a chaos master has at his disposal. But it is a dangerous power. Its the most secret and the most deadly. Unfortunately most chaos masters have died trying to affect universal events on a big scale.

The demon stretched his arms outward toward the chaotic shard of crystal. He closed his eyes, allowing his mind to empty of everything but the aura of the crystal. The faintest tendrils of power stirred, spidery filaments in the darkness that glowed eerily. In his mind he was seeing further and differently, but not the normal, weak field of chaos planes. It was as if he was peering through the solid earth and beyond into the furthest reaches of the universe. Lines and planes, spheres and clusters began to resolve. Were they different kind of dimensions? They seemed more concentrated than anything he had encountered before.

A dark smile curved on the demon's blackened lips.

The answer was right before him and he didn't even realize it.

"Ah, the Alpha and the Omega. As all life was created from Chaos...so it shall be destroyed!"

He uttered the last words quite harshly and concentrated even more on all the Antarans and Slivers alike within reach of his mind.

A searing storm of flaming, hellish fire twisted and formed around the sphere as he continued to whisper ensorcelled words in his ancient tongue. The death-ravening fury filled his being and unleashed the full potential of the power within. Blazing argent light filled the chamber, engulfing the hewn walls of black stone. Along the edges ancient carvings in a time-veiled tongue- etched into the stone years ago by himself, it now bathed in diaphanous incandescence by this storm of lucent stellar power. Their meaning at last became clear to him. Something that eluded him before.

Something happened and the sphere was suddenly encased by a shimmering wall of writhing cerulean flame, a lambent flame far colder than the cold surface of the sphere on which it danced.

Those affected the most were on Calturus and he struggled to keep a tight reign on his current soul. Even in this state he could feel the anger of another on this world. Someone far more powerful than he. But it is exactly what he needed.

While his mind was preoccupied, his fingers had been working of their own volition, testing patterns and permutations randomly. He traced his way through the plane on Calturus and touched the one that wanted to destroy the planet. Alec

A hot surge went through him and the chaos sphere let out a brilliant violet flare. His head was pounding, but he held fast.

"Your need for destruction is what I need," he whispered into the mind of the deity and with a smile that seemed sarcastic he lashed out toward the being. The power entwined around Alec, finding weak spots and reached toward him with tendrils of chaos, quickly embedding itself deep into him.

"Kill everyone..." the Son of Darkness whispered to Alec. He expanded Alec's powers to such force that it started to rip the world apart.

Everywhere chaos reigned and Gemini loved every second of it.

Even if Alec somehow managed to pull away, it was already too late. Gemini amplified his power a hundred fold and allowed Alec to destroy everything around him.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- End Gemini// Above written by Lycanine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alec, to say the least, was pissed.

Only moments ago the anger had coursed through his blood, became a living thing, an extension of his will. It had brought to birth reality-eaters, twin black stars that would destroy all. His anger had broken the planet, cracked it as a whip upon the back of a disobedient servant.

But this, this was something else entirely.

Fresh, alien power had wrapped itself around his body, his soul, filling the cracks left open on purpose, to fill with power as he took it in from the very planet. Now it was there, coursing through him, using his body as a conduit for its purpose.

Using him.

She was beauty wrapped in flesh. Upon her cream-colored skin hung a robe of pure mist, a single piece of fabric that hid nothing from the eyes, accentuating each and every curve that rested along the soft surface of her body. Her hair had been of the deepest night, her eyes twin moons, glowing in their silvery kingdom. A circlet of silver wrapped itself sinuously around her forehead, two dragons intertwined in a forever-lasting battle. His eyes had traveled the length of her body, following the swell of her perfectly formed breasts, full and taunting, her nipples taut against the sheerness of her gown. Down his eyes gazed, roaming over the flat plain of her stomach, following the curve of her hips, watching as pale skin met pale skin peeking from between her silk thighs.

“You presume much, Lord Alec.”

Light, he thought, as his eyes jerked away from her body, settling into her eyes. There she caught him, trapped him completely.

“I am but a man, My Lady.” He said quietly, the plasma in his veins boiling, rushing through the conduits as a raging storm. “Your beauty captures me, Queen.”

Her laugh was as crystal mingling against crystal, and filled his head with its sound, bringing with it her scent, spices and lust.

“I am no queen.”

“And I no Lord.” He said softly, noticing for the first time that he was down upon the floor, one knee pressed into the cold marble, a knuckle against the hard surface and his other hand pressed to his side where a sword would hang, had he carried one.

“Do you know me, Lord Alec?” She asked in that melodic voice.

Images filed into his mind, from a hall. A dark hall seen through his eyes once before, and once seen through the eyes of Naia. It was where the dead of Dragon King went to be judged.

“The Great Hall, My Lady.”

She nodded, stepping down from the dais upon which she stood at the same time. Slowly she walked toward him, her body fluid as water, and her step almost a dance. He lost himself in watching her, hips swaying slightly, breasts gently moving with her motions. Before he knew what had happened her hand was on his cheek, guiding his burning gaze to her eyes.

“I, am Neai.”

His breath caught in his throat, but there was no surprise in his voice.

“The Dragon Goddess of Mist.” He said simply, his mind clouded.

She nodded and smiled.

”I have a task for you, Lord Alec. He Who Was Cast Away. That is what they call you, you know.” She said quietly, still drawing him in with those large, metallic looking eyes.

“So I have heard,” He murmured. “What is this task, Goddess?”

“I wish to wipe away the civilization on Earth. It is bothersome and causes us trouble. You will cleanse the people there; bring them back to a state where they can be molded, shaped. Your name shall be Nevoa.”

“As you command.”

He ignored the voices in his head, and never felt the leash settling calmly around his throat.

The power flooding his body, his veins, poured out from his soul into the atmosphere, feeding and breaking apart the air that sought to take hold of him, to keep his body from plunging to the ground below. Chaos, it called itself. Chaos, it was.

"Kill everyone..."

The whispered word surged through his mind, an almost silent command brought to him on the same wave as that of the power. It crashed and mingled with his own energies, amplifying them a thousand times over, and over again. He could feel each and every particle of dust that existed on this planet, and with a single shadow of a thought that dust turned to ash, and the ash into nothing.

He looked down as the power of chaos rushed through Calturus, destroying everything faster than even the Anti-Matter could. It was his will, his own power that brought about this path of devastation.

As earth and stone shattered, as lava was vaporized, Alec smiled.

It had begun with a bad mood, maybe because he was in Canada, or maybe because the mist had been lifted from before his eyes. Finally he could see that he was being used for a purpose never his own. She had ensnared him, trapped him as surely as a wild beast. It had taken Rai’Shin and Alia to open his eyes, and with his eyes open, they saw only death.

Nevoa was never truly his. He had only been a puppet, a tool of Power.

No more.

Using the power given to him by Ren, Alec left that land, abandoned it to return back to its natural state, and ascended to the Hall of Dragons, along with Rai’Shin and Alia.

It was days later that he emerged from the Hall, a woman’s head swinging in his closed, bloody fist. Her dark hair was matted with dried crimson, her silver eyes glaring death into the open room of the Gods. In the shadows they stood, forever in judgment of those that came before them. Alec knew that he would now die. His soul would be cut off from the flow of life until eternity, and then beyond. Rebelliously though he lifted the head, blood still dripping from its jagged edges.

“She sought to use me, Alec, Lord of the Crimson. This is the end she met. This is your Goddess of Mist.” He spat the last out, tossing the head into the center of the room. Once it hit a certain barrier the head changed, shifted into something else, and on the floor landed the form of a dragon’s severed head. It was still beautiful, even in death, but its beauty no longer held sway over him.

Silence reigned in the Hall. It was a palpable thing, and he could feel death stirring.

’You come here with Death in your eyes.’

It was a simple statement, yet held a soft hint of amusement.

“I have killed one of yours.”

‘Yes, you have slain a Dragon God. Something we did not expect of you. We knew she meddled in human affairs, and that it would come to this. We just did not expect it so soon.’

His eyes widened slightly and he looked down to his hands, to the blood staining them. It all began to come back in waves of memory. The last two days, the battle against the Goddess in her own temple. The power to destroy her.

“You. That power, it came from here.”

What may pass as a laugh sounded throughout the hall.

‘You think you could have won otherwise? Yes, Dragon Kin, Crimson Lord, we aided you with our power. Power that still flows in your veins. You still feel it, do you not?’

He did feel it. It raged within his body, threatened to carry him away on its tide.

“You used me… just as she.”

‘That we did, but not without cause. You have been found worthy, you have been chosen.’

“For?” Alec asked, his patience running out.

‘To take her place.’

“I will not.” He said vehemently. The thought of being here, being one of them, sickened him.

‘There was never a choice, Lord of Mist. You will ascend to her throne. It has already begun. There is no going back. Never going back.’

His scream was the last sound he heard for a millennia.

He had broken free though, of the Gods and that life. He had taken his freedom by his own power, and now another force sought to leash him and use him as a dog. Power, it was always power that attempted to collar him. It was always power that he took.

Alec looked down, right into a room almost in the center of the planet, a room that housed an object, the object that was feeding him this power. A crystal sphere swam before his vision. His hand reached out as his power lashed out in the form of a scythe, something visible to the eye as it seared the planet in twain, two halves of a world floating only feet apart. The chaos that flowed them his veins leapt to catch hold of the sphere, and in a single thought it burst through what remained of floating debris, up into the air faster than the eye could follow. It stopped just before his body, pulsing with life.

“I will take this power as I took theirs, the gods in their foolishness. Thank you, Son of Darkness as you call yourself. Rest in peace.”

His rune-covered hand reached out and grasped the sphere. Darkness closed in around him, shrouding his body in a shadow of chaos and power. It surged through him ten-thousand times over again, breaking his skin, then healing him, then breaking open his body once more. Plasma bled from his body in waves as the crystal pulsed and beat, a second heart to his first. With each beat his power expanded, and barely he heard Alia cry out in pain as his strength washed over the Dragons in the sky.

It was too much.

But it was enough.

With effort he concentrated that power which threatened to consume him. He could once more feel every piece of every fiber of the planet, and every particle of any living thing left there for his wrath. With a single thought he lashed out against reality, his Psion powers amplified to the point of Creator, and in that one thought, it was all dust.

The power surged, became one with him, and was his.

And Calturus was no more.

 

 

Dark Embrace// Become.

 

The destruction of Calturus had been ultimate, complete. Not a particle of life or dust had survived; nothing to remind the universe that the vast empty space had once been filled with a barren, wasted rock of a world. That was how it should be; that was his purpose, his gift, his curse.

Alec drifted as he did so often after any major event. He had to give his mind and body time to process the events, to see what would have happened had things gone differently. This time though he had known without a doubt that when he left there would be nothing remaining behind. What he had not counted on though was the possession of his body, and the gaining of that… thing.

It pulsed just beneath the surface of his skin, raging through his plasma fed veins. It throbbed as a wound that would not heal, festering raw power that was not his own, yet had been forced into his body. The Prince of Darkness, as the man called himself, had done this too him. A single thought had become a whip, and that whip had struck the planet, torn it asunder from the inside out.

His muscles flexed, though not those of his body, those of his power. The void shifted, wavered.

What is happening to me, Rai`Shin?

This reality can no longer hold you, Alec.

That doesn’t answer my question, Rai.

I do not know. You are different now, vastly so. Nothing such as this could have been thought of. I do not know.

I was a God once, Rai`Shin. Power is nothing alien, so why is this different?

This is not just Power, Childe. It is, or was, a force of nature itself, an embodiment of chaos, contained. When it merged with you… your power of absorption must have come into play, which is why you even survived the merge.

So that inside of me is no longer Chaos, as it was first meant to be.

Somehow you changed it. There is nothing I could say or think to describe what it is, what you are, now.

You are not telling me everything, Dragon.

He felt her then, curled upon herself in the hollow of his soul, along with her silent daughter. They had been resting, recuperating after the battle on Calturus. In his vision of her, she shuddered, the great fiery body rippling as the shiver ran its course through her ‘skin’.

I am frightened.

For me?

He already knew the answer.

Of you.

Alec screamed, clutching his hands to his head as his body bent double, agony ripping through his hot flesh. The void shattered.

=-Forever City-=

Devastation had tried to wrack the hollowed halls of the City, but even forces beyond any control had not succeeded, and now the city was rebuilding itself without any help from the citizens. This was the nature of this world; it was alive, it persevered, it survived. Only one will, one force was needed to drive it to such lengths.

Ren stepped away from the window. The sky was black, night having come once more to blanket his land in darkness. Night seemed to come more often these days than those in the past, as if a shadow was slowly being cast over his world, his people.

The Great Dragon now in the form of a man poured himself a drink from a crystal decanter, which had rested on a table near the window he stared out of so often. His rooms were on the highest tower of the tallest building, giving him an unobstructed view of his domain. He felt the presence of one behind him, and without turning spoke.

“You may leave me, Eziel, thank you.”

The Naktani man clothed in black and silver bowed, his feet already moving him backwards toward the only door leading out of his Master’s study. One hand to his chest, the other to his side in the fashion of a servant, though he was hardly simply a servant. More a messenger than anything.

Ren felt it then, a shift, no a breaking, of Reality. Without thought power rippled through his arms, gathered in his hands, Power like most never dreamt of possessing. Mere strands would destroy worlds; eat away the life of anything with breath.

The rip was happening in the center of the room, and as rifts were his specialty, he already knew that whatever was coming through the other side of it was immense, for its power already began to flood the room with a stench that the Dragon had never before felt, though somewhat familiar.

Ren, that Great Lord, felt death coming. Without a doubt he knew that his power would not save him this time, it was too great, that Other.

“Eziel, gather the Hand.”

The warrior was frozen in place, fear rolling over him in waves, crushing him beneath a tidal of torment. His black hair was plastered to his pale tattooed face; sweat drenched every stitch of clothing. He could not move.

“Eziel!” Ren yelled just as the wound broke open, spilling from it a sea of blackness that had no substance, and in the midst of it, a man. The man fell to the floor, his body curled in upon itself, silent. The black of the void rolled through the room, turning it into a coldness never before seen in the City, bringing frost to the floor, the walls. In the center the man groaned as if in pain, but made no move to get up.

“Alec..” The dragon breathed, still feeling that immense storm of power surging through the room, all radiating from one focal point.

Eziel seemed to wake up upon the sight of another Lord, and one that seemed wounded. The fear was washed away as he took the few steps to the fallen man’s side. “Lord Alec!”

“Stay away from him!” Ren shouted, but it was too late. As the Naktani’s hand touched the shoulder of the man, Alec awoke.

Without thought his hand snaked up, fingers straight as knives. They slid through Eziel’s throat as through warm butter; blood spraying the air as Alec rose, lifting the body at the same time. It dangled from his fingers, jerking, hands clawing at the arm that held him pinned to death. Ren felt a small surge of power flow from the man, and the body was gone, simply disintegrated, leaving not even one hair, one drop of blood behind.

Alec faced his Master, his crimson eyes pulsing with an unnatural light, his skin pouring sweat, pain etched into his features. The room seemed to buckle under their weight, the tower swaying gently as though caught in the wind.

“Alec.” The Dragon said, almost nothing more than a breath.

“Something has happened, Ren.” The young man said, purposefully leaving out the title of Master, for it no longer seemed… right.

“I know. You feel… different. Wrong.”

Alec nodded, the very act causing a shift in the air.

“I am Wrong, Ren. Calturus. The Prince, he forced a gem into me, along with its power and its nature. Chaos. Forced, no, maybe, I think I took it. Choice.”

Ren’s heart tightened in his chest.

“And it merged with you, didn’t it, Alec?” The man nodded, again making the room list in that unreal wind. “Your power changed it, as it was designed to do. And now…”

“And now I am something different, Ren. Can you not feel it?” He lifted a hand, the act causing the fabric of matter contained within the room to melt away. It looked like he was sweeping his hand through a liquid wall.

“The Void, it couldn’t hold you, could it?” Alec simply stared at him, for the answer was obvious. The blackness that had moments ago poured into the room had been the remnants of his Void, his home.

“I can feel them, Ren. The people, not just of our world, but others… my powers, they are… too much…” His hands went to his head once again, clutching at his hair as agony ripped through his mind.

“Alec, NO!” Ren screamed, but it was too late. The tower shifted, groaned, and began to splinter apart at the seams. Without thought Ren channeled his power into a rift, the silvery line of a gateway appearing just behind Alec. Without thought for himself the Lord leapt, wrapped his arms around his friend’s waist and hurled them both through the rift. As his arms came into contact with the confused young man he felt his skin being peeled away, great scales replacing flesh. They tumbled through the doorway, but not man and man.

They fell from a sky toward a barren land, one upon a world that the Naktani had conquered millennia gone. It had never been able to support life, and never would. Not now, at least.

Ren was strained to release Alec as he was forced into transforming into the Great Dragon, his contact with his friend destroying his powers momentarily. Pain flooded every sense, every nerve as the transformation was completed. He couldn’t use his wings, his powers, nothing would work, and the only thought was pain, pain and anguish rolled into one solid feeling of death.

Alec screamed as he fell, his eyes squeezed closed, hands clutched to his head, the sky groaning as he passed. They hit the ground at the same time, Ren with impact enough to shake small cities, creating a crater in the dusty land, a mushroom blossoming into the air. The crunch of bone was audible over the thunder of impact, the scream of agony. On Alec’s part, the ground opened up, swallowed him whole without so much as a sound, only a small puff of dust to mark his passing.

The dragon stirred, slowly moving his great bulk, feeling the bones shattered in his right foreleg, blood gushing from the jutting wound. He pushed the pain away, forcing his body to move even as every muscle protested the simple act. Alec was still there, somewhere, he could feel his power. If he lost his mind, his rational thought… this could be the end.

The ground began to buckle, rising in small mounds a few hundred yards away, and slowly a figure was pushed out into the acrid air. He lay upon the ground that spit his body out, eyes open, watching the sky from where he’d just fell. His mouth moved, and though Ren could hear none of his words, the voice of the young man spoke into his mind.

It hurts so much, Ren. I feel like it’s tearing me apart, piece by piece. The only way I can live, to survive, is to let it out. That’s all I can do. I can’t help it. If I don’t, I will be destroyed. It cannot stay within, it must be without, within is death, without is life, destruction, and life. I can’t keep it in, Ren. Please, forgive me.

“No..”

Ren willed his body to heal, to react, to change.

Kill me Ren, if you can. Kill me, release me, please. I cannot die. Kill me. Save you, save me, save them. Only destruction, only death remains. Kill me.

“No..”

Cannot stay within… have to be… without…

Ren’s body changed, shimmered in pitch blackness to the form of a man. His clothing was already tattered and torn; blood ran freely down his left arm, the skin red and ragged where his bone jutted through flesh. He felt his will take shape and form and began to push the bone back through his skin, knitting it back into place to become one solid limb again. The blood flow ebbed, and then stopped altogether, now just a small drip, drip, drip falling from his fingers.

He looked down and realized for the first time that he was floating above the ground, and that a strong wind buffeted the area, whipping his torn clothes back and forth, first one way and then another as though it couldn’t make up its mind. His coal colored eyes watched the figure of Alec, his lips still moving, words still filling his consciousness.

Kill me… free me… kill me… destruction… is all I have…

“I’m sorry Alec…” A deep sense of loss flooded him, for what must come next… it was the loss of a son. Power gathered about him, within him, the power to bring galaxies to their knees.

Ren threw his head back as he called upon the strength of his blood, his ancestors, all that he was and would ever be, it crashed into his body with the force of an atom bomb, threatening to rip his skin to shreds with its force of will. Energy cascaded through every molecule of his being, pushed him over whatever edge he had, poured more life into his body than he ever thought possible. It was ecstasy, pure and simple, and for the first time in his life he truly felt alive. Never before had he held this much within, and he knew for once a shadow of thought as to what Alec must be facing.

The ground hundreds of feet below Ren began to crumble, burning away as if the sun was scouring the land, washing away the impurities with pure fire. The crater he’d created was now nothing more than another hole in the ground as his sadness ate away the surface of the barren world. The energy, the power, it fell into and upon him as his gaze focused upon one thing, one person. One of the only people he’d ever considered a friend, the one person he had ever bent knee to in service.

It hurts… so much Ren… it hurts… Kill… must… release…

“I’m sorry, my friend…” The words were caught upon the unnatural wind and whipped away, but Ren knew he heard them.

 

Alec lay there, his eyes closed, speaking thoughts that were crashing through his skull at that moment. He knew he’d hurt Ren, but at the moment that was a speck of recognition in his world. His body was falling apart from the inside out; the dragons were in agony, screaming in his skull, his soul. He was on fire, yet frozen. He had to release, it had to come out.

He was scared.

It hurts… so much Ren… it hurts… Kill… must… release…I want to die, I can’t take this, it begs to be released to destroy I am losing.. losing… losing control..

“I’m sorry, my friend…” He snatched the words out of his friends mind before they were even uttered, though he knew not why. It was at that moment he realized the power the Dragon held, the sweet music that sang to him along the chords of the air. A smile curved his lips.

Yes, that’s it… finish what we started so long ago, Dragon.

Even as the words left his silent lips, his screaming mind, Ren unleashed the fury of his might. It was a dark wave of power eating away at every atom; every piece of matter in its path, and Alec was its path, its destination. He could feel the world crying out in pain, agonizing over its final resting place in the heavens. With his eyes closed he could feel every inch give way to the awesome power of the Great Rift Dragon, his once Master, Lord of the Ashanktae. He would never withstand such an attack, such a force as this. It was enough to bring Gaia weeping to her knees and beg servitude.

It was not enough to kill him though, his mind screamed.

Red eyes opened to a black sky, a sky that was descending toward him, looming as a shadow cast from a mountain. Everything was dying; it was being erased from memory, just as he was supposed to be erased from memory. A wild thought came to his mind as he began to laugh up at that big beautiful sky.

You can’t kill what doesn’t exist, REN.

The thought lashed out like a bus hitting a baby, crashing into Ren’s skull, causing the man to stagger in the air, falling several yards before catching himself.

Alec rose as one from the grave, his face lifting up, eyes closing for a moment as if he would catch drops of sweet rain upon his cheeks, basking perhaps in the sunlight of a spring morning. It was not rain though, nor sunlight that fed his burning soul however; it was the destruction meant for him.

“It’s beautiful, Ren. Truly.”

His words were spoken softly as the cloud of death fell, faster by Ren’s will and thought. Alec smiled, turning toward his friend. The blanket of destruction fell, washing over him as an ocean would a child, drowning his life, his power, his very existence in a single crushing blow.

“I’m sorry… it had to be done, my friend…”

He stood there on broken air, watching as the black mass of death continued to eat away at the earth, though its power was falling away… falling away too fast. Ren looked closer.

“No…”

His stomach clenched.

 

Alec had accepted death. If this would kill him, let it be so, though he knew it would not, could not. It was not enough. As the world crashed down upon him a sphere had appeared in either hand, empty and hungry. Without thought he began pushing Ren’s power into those twin Stars of Destruction. Anti Matter which refused to touch him eagerly filled the orbs, more and more, for there was infinite room inside, since anti matter had no mass, took up no space, only the space it ate.

He could feel the planet thanking him, which caused him to smile that much more. Ren was there now, he could see his old friend watching through what could only be a frightened gaze.

Alec released the orbs and walked forth out of the proverbial fire, the Dragon’s power falling away before his steps. His chest felt as though it would burst open at any moment and spill his guts to the ground, his head a melon that would crack at any given instant.

“Leave, Ren, or die. I cannot hold it, I will not. DON’T YOU SEE!?”

His arms flung wide as pure destruction radiated from every pore, every hair, and every fiber of his being. The world shook and shuddered as a force it would never understand seized it and began to squeeze. His thoughts became a mighty scythe poised in the air, his power manifested in that one creation, unseen to any but him.

He cried in joy as the power was pushed away, out of him, and into the air surrounding his body. It was as if life was leaving him, yet returning at the same instant. He once again had control over his power, over himself. The action though had now taken on a life of its own, and would not, could not be stopped. Not that he wanted it to stop.

Alec looked up at the presence floating above him, the power that was his, and the power that wished to destroy him, yet make him something more all at the same time. No matter though, for it was his.

“Leave me, Ren. I will return home.”

The Great Dragon simply watched for a moment, the fear slowly fading away… though for how long Alec would remain in control he did not know. One day, the Hand may have to destroy him. One day.

“And when that day comes, Ren, I will take what I must. Until then though, you should leave.”

The man’s eyes widened slightly. Never before could Alec read his thoughts so easily, not without him opening himself to the man.

“I will wait for you, Alec.”

Alec simply nodded calmly, and watched as Ren blinked from the planet.

Rai`Shin, do you know yet what I am?

Yes Alec, I know what you are.

What am I, Rai`Shin?

You are not a God, Alec.

What am I, Rai`Shin?

An Avatar, a Thought, an Embodiment.

I never wanted to be a God, Rai.

But you were.

And now I am something else, something I never wished to be… something else

Yes, you are.

What are you doing, Rai`Shin?

I am weeping, Alec. I am weeping.

And he could feel them, tears of a Dragon searing his soul.

Weep for me, Rai`Shin. Weep for us all.