Re: Black as Death (Closed to Sean)

by **Arcana** October 24th 2013, 10:22 pm

Something about that look upon the Ethereals face screamed pathetic, and it made the Ti’taen cringe slightly at the sight of it. Fault was irrelevant, and placing it on someone will not fix a damn thing, not now anyway. Sean flexed his hand, fingers curling into a fist as the muscles along the limb tightened. Still, something about how the sentence would have ended before he cut himself off amused Sean slightly, as he knew what was going to come next. It seemed that Sean had learned more about the being standing before him than he initially expected, and that was that he did not want to admit that there was something that he could not do. His acting in this manner was perhaps a new thing, or maybe his memory itself was failing him; it was one of the two anyway.

For a second his vision blurred, everything wavering like a haze but his limbs did not feel weak in the least. His heartbeat picked up for a second before calming down once again. Still none of this showed in his expression, except perhaps his eyes moving to the floor and pausing there for a second. He spoke of valuing only one thing within this world, though Sean did not have to do much guess work on what that was, unless his mind was becoming a little too self centric. Sean found himself caught within his own thoughts, and those turned upon the strange dream that he was going through less than an hour ago. It was one that he had never had before, but the people within it seemed so painfully familiar in some way. Running a few fingers through his hair, Sean watched the Ethereal being turn around and take a position, opposite of the Skeletal Lych.

He shivered lightly, eyes glowering at the machination of bone and Nether. In an instant they would start, or rather The Lych would start and that gave Ouroboros little time to react within that instance, when he moved to block, the scythe move to slice off his arm with one swift motion, severing through flesh and bone with an insane looking ease. Of course Godsbane would react with equal power, and even with the defense put up, the arm would find itself removed from the rest. He would laugh as his arm was served even, and something about that annoyed Sean, though it did not show. He acted as if he had discovered some great mystery and then approached the occultist with the arm as they would mutter amongst themselves, perhaps with some kind of theory that he was not sharing with the Ethereal King it would seem.

He would make his way back to Sean, when the dragon spawn would appear with what looked like an eye patch, making Sean cringe lightly. He remembered the patch of material well, and especially who it once belonged to. It was perhaps one of the only kills that Sean did not fully enjoy, though it was something that had to be done, even if his initial goal had not been achieved. Ouroboros used the small momento of the dragon king to cover his left eye, one that had bore strange scars around it, and one that drew up many questions. Were they self inflicted or something else entirely? He sunk Godsbane into the ground, and Sean could for a moment feel the keening coming from the blade, perhaps like a child that knew it had done something wrong, but would still cry for attention.

He could have said so many things upon hearing what he had said, so many things filled with so much spite. ”I’m fine.”He knew he wasn’t but there was no way that Sean would allow himself to be looked at like some kind of cripple, especially not by him. Sean inclined his head to the left, before jerking it harshly to the right as a loud popping issued from it, relieving some tension from his sore feeling neck.”I’m not weak or anything if that’s what you’re getting at.” He tried but his lips turned into a slight snarl at the word weak as if it were some vile curse.

by **Zell** October 25th 2013, 3:26 am

      ”No-I-I just meant…” He was a little taken back, but the response was not unexpected. Though just because it was expected did not mean he was any more prepared for it. ”Nevermind…I’ll be back in a second” Ouro said, completely shutting down. He turned and walked towards the middle where he had been examining. He began waving people away and telling certain people to take breaks and he began walking away, pulling his hydra skin hood up again. As he walked, Zakaken passed through the door, the Ethereal king brushed by him without another word. Zakaken noticed Sean and smirked and waved as he turned to walk away and follow Ouroboros. Xarlessa followed after them as well with Lych trailing behind her. Ouroboros then returned to the labs, signaling for the Occult team to go on general recess and to reconvene in a half hour. Like kids to summer break they had gone and the technological side of the labs were still running and rebooting their computers from their least favorite prince. Ouroboros then made his way back to Sean with a sigh.

      ”If you were weak you wouldn’t be here.” Ouroboros said and he adjusted his new eye patch as he began to walk around. Ouroboros couldn’t blame Sean, though in truth if the Titan knew how much he himself was sacrificing the arm incident would be considered on an even level. But that was for another day, and not soon. Ouroboros noted that he was breathing a little bit heavier than before, and he tried to steady it, had be become weaker in lung capacity? Had the shock runes done as he had feared and interfered with his heart? Not that it mattered, soon he’d be back to normal and such things would no longer affect him. Though for the time being he was rather sick of these pesky internal entrails. ”If you’d like to be a part of this I’m sure the few of us meeting in the study would love to hear things from your perspective, maybe you can offer insight or relay events better than I could.” He said with a small smile to Sean as he started to walk back towards the study.

      Once he reached the luxurious study he was surrounded by towering bookcases and wonders of both occult and intellectual standards. He was also surrounded by several people, of them was Zakaken who stood with Xarlessa and Bastion, and then there was the other two councilors along side Jordan and Lych on the other side. Their topic of debate had been Sean at that moment. The councilors and Jordan said that it was the Ethereal rejecting the titan and that he should be cast form the isles and all ties severed. Zakaken and Xarlessa advocated for Sean which was no surprise, however even Ouroboros himself was surprised when Bastion, the man who frequently made attempts on his life, stood for Sean’s defense. Ouroboros walked into the room and Lych looked to him with a nod, Ouroboros did not acknowledge him and instead cleared his throat loud enough for the others to hear him and silence.

      ”…Anyone who has an issue with my Coupirah can take it up with the complaint department.” Ouroboros said, his Ethereal energy was activated and he conjured an Ethereal grenade with a tag attached to the pin and the Tag was labeled with the number 1. He tossed it on the table between the two and walked over to his eat. ”Take a number and you’ll see how much I give a damn shortly.” He said, and everyone in the room silenced, looking at the grenade as if it were about to go off. Except Lych…who proceeded to use his severed arm in hand and poke the grenade with it. Ouro had left a seat for Sean, though he wasn’t sure if he’d have followed. It would have made for a nice surprise, though it was not expected.

by **Arcana** October 25th 2013, 3:55 am

The response to what he said was not unexpected, considering that Sean could feel it even now. Something within him was…different and that difference was a rather painful once indeed. It was from his expression that he could tell that the male was shutting down, and in the regards he couldn’t even feel anything, as if all he could take notice of was that dull thrumming in the back of his head. Before the Ethereal being could perhaps do anything else potentially disgraceful, he turned and walked elsewhere, Sean’s eyes following him as he move with a half interest. He pulled the hood up once again as if trying to hide his face from something, and Zakaken would follow him followed by the woman and his pet lich. His gaze would be following the Ethereal King even as he walked back into the room, speaking about how if he were weak he would not even be here.

He was also a whole being when he came here, with both arms and not a feeling of emptiness purveying through him. Sean fell inward for a second feeling the flow of nether within his body, a complex network of dark energy that sent shivers down his spine, and for the briefest moment…it went blank. For less than a second he felt nothing at all, as if all energy had forsaken him and his body was weak. That went as quick as it came, and the Nether continued its flow through his body, much like power flickering on for a moment before going out again. ”Sure, I’ll make my way there soon.” That was what came out instead of the many other things that he could have said, and within a moment he was alone, energy spiking lightly before falling back into its steady rhythm. For a moment his head felt cloudy, and Sean felt something warm running down his lips, and that was when he felt his heart stop.

Sean pressed a finger to the liquid running down from his nose and upon the fingertip was….red blood, small drops of it that slowly began to run warmly down the sides of his fingertips. Sean stared down at the liquid confused for a moment, his breathing having stopped as something seemed wrong within what was now on his hand. Running the back of his hand along his nose, Sean saw only more of the red blood with only a small amount of black among the smeared liquid. Such strange signs would have to be brought up with the other Ti’taens, but only if they would actually speak to him about such things. Breathing in deeply, and trying to rest his thrumming heartbeat, Sean would make his way to this study that Ouroboros mentioned not so long ago, with quick footsteps.

It only took him a few footsteps and he walked in upon what sounded like a rather interesting conversation involving him, though all signs of the episode earlier were gone. He saw what looked like a small Ethereal construct sitting on the floor, and his eyes fell upon a seat that was empty and right next to the Ethereal King too. Sean wasted no time walking over to it, and planting himself into the seat, resting his elbow in the armrest and resting the side of his face on the palm. While I may have simply looked like Sean was getting comfortable, he was slightly tired, muscles groaning from the exertion that was required to even get him there, but it was not an obvious thing. ”So…did I miss anything important?” He ventured to ask eyes once again moving over to the little Ethereal grenade.

by **Zell** October 26th 2013, 1:24 am

       ”No.” Ouroboros said with a smile to Sean, as he looked to Sean his eye seemed to look not only at Sean, but through Sean to some extent, the gaze was every so slightly different. He then looked about to see the others surrounded the table and then took their seats, Lych being the only one to not sit. Apparently standing up was trouble for him, or he was afraid to bash a knee of the table or something. Regardless, the conversations began, and Sean was dropped from the complaints. With the topics having transitioned into a new purpose, the Ethereal grenade would disappear. Xarlessa would report the Intellectual’s findings while Jordan presented the Occult findings. With this information laid bare there was seemingly nothing entirely odd about the transactions, however they were missing a few key readings, ones they hoped to cover in no more than eighty repeated tests. Ouro didn’t say anything, but down inside himself he knew that he could not take this test eighty more times. His body was not strong enough. It seemed as if the battle with Sean was more than enough to drain him, and with the testing continuing it only added to the fatigue.

      ”Well this is all well and good, but while you rabble continue your senseless prattle, I shall speak with the Ethereal king and be on my way. The Veil requires my constant attention as to not actually allow Death to envelope that portion of the Isle…there is a balance that you fools obviously cannot appreciate.” The Lych snarled, his whispy, eerie voice sent chills down Ouroboros’ spine. The entire room was in an uproar, save for Xarlessa, whom just sighed and pushed a stray lock of hair from her eyes. Ouroboros looked for a moment as he watched the Lych’s energy surround the room, locking every member of the Ethereal King’s court into a stasis of sorts, bloody shined black tendrils slowly branching up over them. ”I don’t care about your situation Ouroboros. The answer to your problem lies within your dreams. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve lost all faith in your company of idiots.” Lych said as he began walking towards the door. As he approached it, the door opened and a small boy that radiated absolutely no energy whatsoever stood there, wide eyed at Lych who looked down at him. Lych leaned over and his skeletal face was just inches form the young boy, who seemed petrified of the skeletal visage.

      ”Boo…” He said emotionlessly, with a slight growl to it. The child moved aside and watched as Lych walked off. The kid looked to Ouro, whom didn’t seem to notice the child initially. He just shook his head looking at the table. The boy moved across the room slowly looking as the dark energy crawled up the others, making a great length to avoid all forms of the deathly feeling. He made his way onto Ouro’s lap, and the sudden weight made the Ethereal king jump and then form a smile as he appeared to have been brought back from a deep thought.

       ”You think he knows how to fix this mess?” Ouro asked. The little guy nodded with an ever so slight curl to his mouth. Ouro nodded with him and then he looked towards the door, and then back to the little kid. ”How about you go find out for me?” Ouro asked the kid, not even making it through the full question before a large grin forming. The little gis had a smile abnd a look that said that he thought Ouro was crazy. The kid just shook his head and crashed into Ouro, resting his head on the Ethereal kings shoulder. The boy then noted Sean and unlike he normally, did he didn’t avoid him. He noticed that Seans arm was missing, as that wasn’t exactly hard to do. The kid brought himself off Ouro and looked at it. His eyes seemed to look sympathetically to Sean, and he had that little kid look when he felt bad. The kid looked to Sean, got off Ouro and took began walking hastily towards the road he had just come from.

      ”Truthfully…I promised myself that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. That I would always have a solution, or always have an answer for you. I’d always be able to help you, no matter what….” Ouroboros said, he cleared his throat, showing the unease of the situation as he rubbed his forehead. ”You may not blame me…and blame won’t fix it I know…but to know that I… not only do I not have an answer but I am the problem…” Ouroboros said. He cleared his throat again as he adjusted himself I the chair. The entire time he didn’t look at Sean, not until he heard Sean speak, he was unsure as to what to say though.

      ”You’re the only thing that matters. I just want…for one damn time, I just want things to go right.” He sighed. He smiled slightly and he even chuckled for the first time since the whole ordeal. ”I mean, it never goes right and I don’t mind that but…it’s you so I want it to go right because---becauuuuse—“ He went to speak again, but suddenly his head jolted to the way that the young boy had left. It was unlikely that Sean heard it, because it was difficult for Ouroboros to hear it, even with superhuman sensory. It was a thud and a small yelp of pain. Ouroboros stood up. ”That boney son of a bitch better not have just hit him!” Ouroboros snarled.

by **Arcana** October 26th 2013, 2:13 am

So at least he was not missing anything of importance, such as why his arm would not regrow. Out of what could be considered habit, Sean returned the smile, his head swimming lightly as if that small attack earlier was lingering still. Perhaps his arm being severed had done something to him, damage greater than could have been healed, but then again he was unsure of that. Still, it was the only thing that lingered within him, as the small amount of bleeding from his nostril did not persist, and that was something that Sean could feel grateful for. All except The Lych were seated but then again something within him was not surprised by that, as if he knew that the necromancer would not take a seat. Now they could get into more serious matters, which were composed of what Xarlessa and Jordan had found within their research, though none of it was really conclusive it seemed.

Perhaps losing his arm was some kind of trick of fate, though that just felt like him giving into the harsh reality. In fact Sean nearly found himself falling asleep in the midst of this little conference, eyes fluttering closed for a second before they would force themselves back open. Something about the intellectual’s information bored him, and the occult information being inconclusive did not really bring him a reason to stay awake, so he just faked interest until everything was finished. That within itself felt like it took forever, but soon enough it was done, which meant that he could maybe do something else. Only 80 more tests could perhaps figure out what was missing, and Sean had a feeling that meant Ouroboros having his arm cut off eighty more times, which did not really set well within Sean’s mind; even if his would grow back.

Before anything else could be done, Lych would perhaps show his open disdain for everyone within the room, mostly the prattling Ethereal Councilors’ that would never shut up it seemed. The ensuing uproar was expected, but then again Sean could expect nothing less than that. For a moment his stump ached, and the phantom sensations run rampant, stirring Sean from his pseudo sleep, as he felt the Nether run through the air for a moment, and his body took a small amount of the radiant energy in. Before leaving he spoke of how the answers were within his dreams, as if that would answer anything at all, or atleast Sean did not see an answer within it. Sean took note of the small male that had come in while the skeletal being was taking his leave, and well he didn’t really make an expression.

He knew who the child was, but then again he had no real reason to care. If the kid made great pains to avoid Sean, then he would not even try. For now the Ti’taen chose to simply look within himself, eyes scanning the floor carefully, as if following any small imperfection within it. Perhaps it was also that dream he had that held some kind of hint as to why he was deformed. It wasn’t until the child had left that he really lapsed from his small stupor, Ouroboros, something about he had promised that he would not allow anything to happen to him. The sentiment behind it was all nice and well, but something else also annoyed Sean, it being that he talked as if Sean were some fragile being that needed help.

”I see.”Sean noted trying keep interest within what he was saying, but his mind was darting about elsewhere. He continued to speak, even chuckling a little until something stopped him, though what it was Sean could not tell. He spoke about a boney bastard slapping someone and Sean put 2 and two together. Sean would have stood up, but then again he had no real investment when it came to the male, so instead his eyes just widened. He sighed loudly standing to his feet then, perhaps half ignoring the snarling quality within Ouroboros voice. ”If he did, break him.” Sean said matter of factly, loudly popping the joints of his knuckles.

by **Zell** October 26th 2013, 3:57 am

Ouro took a step forward and instantly fixated his focus on his speed, moving as fast as he could to reach the location of his son. Once he got there, Lych had his bone foot resting over the young Ethereal’s throat and a pointed finger aimed between the eyes. A small sphere of dark energy formed and it looked clearly as if Lych was going to kill the young man. Ouro took no hesitation in powering his fist full of Ethereal energy and using his newly established speed to add momentum into the punch. Of Course Lych and his annoying tactics were at work again, as a shield of the deathly energy formed. Ouroboros broke through it and connected with Lych, causing a fracture on the jaw. Lych staggered back and he looked to Ouroboros.

”Tell your brat to watch himself.” Lych said without a missed beat. Ouroboros spawned Misanthropy, which roared as it phased into existence.

”Go back to the Veil.” Ouroboros commanded. Lych laughed, mocking Ouroboros in his own home. Silus stood himself up, rubbing the bruised part of his cheek where the Lych backhanded him. Silus made his way over to his other father, Sean and he looked up to him with disappointed eyes.

”I-I…I tried…” Silus said, it was almost as if he were apologizing for being too weak to help. Ouroboros looked over his shoulder with a huff. Silus rarely ever had the nerve to walk up to Sean and speak. His fear of Death made their relationship complicated no doubt, but the fact that Silus was willing to do this made it clear to Ouro that despite the gap that Silus was still his son, and if Sean didn’t see it then Sean was oblivious.

”You tried, you failed. It’s a part of the process child . But daddy won’t always be there to save you….either of you.” Lych’s mocking laugh turned into an amused chuckle. Lych straightened himself as he turned to walk away. The doors closed on Lych though, and he turned to look at Ouro, whom was already darting at the speeds he acquired and grabbed a hold of Lych’s spinal column. Pinning him up against the wall, bypassing the Deathstench robes he wore that made him so deadly.

”Neither of them need me to defend them. But I’ve been waiting to do this since your smug ass walked through these doors. This is MY land, MY creation, and I am it’s king. You do not choose when you cvome and go, you will not disresopect my family as you have just done. And we are finished…when I say we are finished.” He said as his hands began to glow with Ethereal energy, a very dark, dark energy. Misanthropy roared with glee in response to the new dark energy that surrounded him. The Ethereal well activated at the sense of combating energies outside of the labs, and Ouro smiled.

A large blast fired out as Lych was propelled from the entrance doors of Valhalla enveloped in a pale purple ethereal energy. Lych’s Deathstench tore through his own Hydra skin and even damaged him, but the well that surrounded his castle would repair the damages, the Lych had no such benefit as his bones hit the ground at the foot of the stairs, several meters away. Ouroboros activated his Ethereal belt and appeared before Lych a boot on the skeletal face. He leaned down a little and growled with a demonic purr and a sly smirk. ”Now we’re done.”

”Welcome back Atterrius…slowly but surely…The age of Ouroboros had just begun and yet is so near to the end. How sad, how dull…how pathet-“ The Lych began, as Ouro was a quarter of the way up the stairs. But before another word was uttered he was blasted away by a dark ethereal energy, silencing him as he immolated.

”I said…we’re done.” He reminded the Lych as he returned to the castle. Ouro looked back to his Titan and his son. Silus had tried, and for that Ouroboros was proud. Though would the Titan be so predictable? Would his pride get the better of him, would he take offence? Ouro smirked as he walked up and placed a hand on Silus’ head, causing his eyes to light up. Truthfully…Ouroboros didn’t give a damn. If he was offended it was his problem, not Ouro’s. Silus looked over on the ground and ran to retrieve the stray papers on the ground. He brought it to Sean and handed it over with the traces of a smile, already knowing that when it came to the occult that Sean was smarter. Ouroboros then retrieved his councilors and summoned forth the head advisory for each lab.

”So…who’s made the most progress?” Ouroboros asked as he looked around to the occultists and the intellectuals. The Occultists came forth with a solid argument, one compiled by the Lych before he left. Apparently the Seal onm his arm was actually an infinity container, where Ethereal energy was drawn to upon creation. Ouroboros was made form Zell Atterrius’ exposure to Ethereal energy. Ouroboros was Zell Atterrius supped up with Ethereal energy, and as such when the Seal was removed, Ouroboros ceased to exist for a short time. So Godsbane’s Ethereal slash was caused by a nonexistent entity. Those being said, no thing in creation, or rather “Nothing that exists” can undo the damages done. Ouroboros heard this and nodded, as if it made sense to him. He then looked to the intellectuals, whom only seemed to make excuses and poke holes in the occult explanation. Bastion would speak out against the Occultists. Ouroboros just sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

”Enough…Bastion, you and these intellectuals have done nothing to contribute. Though I will confess the information has been helpful there is no excuse. I would explain, but because I have to it is obvious to me what must be done. You are a corruption. A cancer festering inside the Ethereal court…You and many more.” Ouro said with an ominous growl. He spiked up his hair and looked to Silus, placing a hand over his eyes, hoping Silus would look away. He would try and burry his head into Sean or his own leg to try and not see it. ”SO…with that I thank you…and while you will be missed, I’m afraid the time has come to say goodbye…you’re more of a burden to me than an asset….and as such….” He said and with a sigh, a dozen men fell to the ground. Then scientists, Bastion, the two other councilors and Bastion all felt something. Ethereal “manifestations” appeared beging them, whipping an arm across their throats, letting their bodies litter the floor before vanishing.

”You’ve been terminated.” He said with a menacing smirk. The then looked to the occultists and nodded, and the one remaining scientist. ”Failure is not an option.” he reminded him, before sending him off to lead the intellectuals back in the labs. Zakaken, Xarlessa were shocked to see the three other councilors dead, but Ouroboros just waved them away as if they were mosquitoes. Finally it was just Sean, Silus, and Ouro.

”Well I think I handled that well.” He snickered to himself, the dark energy flooding the room as he stood amongst his closes council, those whom knew him best, and now thewy wre all but dead, only two of them alive. No one would threaten his family, and none would hinder him and they knew that going into this. They had always known it. They always knew that....

They were expendable...

by **Arcana** October 26th 2013, 4:37 am

Ouroboros rushed ahead, leaving Sean to follow after him with what seemed like a slow gait in comparison to that sudden burst of speed. So with a mild jog he would follow the male to what could only be a considerable amount of Nether that only The Lych could be able to create, only to find what looked like Ouroboros striking him with full force. So there was trouble in paradise, but then again there would always be trouble when it came to dealing with such annoying people. He found himself slightly more annoyed by the necrotic ruler of the veil, and that was something considering that he was already one that had defied death many times before. Of course the cursed blade misanthropy would add its wonderful chorus of energy into the situation, Sean looking over the situation as a whole with a mind analyzing it rather critically.

He heard the small voice speaking at his feet, one that Sean literally did not remember; considering how rare it was for him to hear it. Sean sighed, looking down to the small Ethereal being at his feet, not really sure what to say. He paused for brief second, running fingers through the male’s hair for a second seeing as how it was true, he had tried, though the results were less than favorable. ”Yeah…..you did.” He was his son, even if the kid try to avoid him most of the time. Now The Lych was beginning to annoy him, well piss him off actually, but then again Sean did not have the energy to really do anything to emote his rather sour mood. The threat against him was not something that he minded really, and even if Silus was perhaps the weaker of his children, he was still Sean’s son and in some way, he would not suffer having the bastard threaten his flesh and blood.

Something about the energy emanating from Ouroboros was different; Sean could feel it, and his body even drunk in how dark it was. Cells took it in like a plant would sunlight, and his body for a few seconds felt more powerful than before, though that was a short lived sensation. Within moments he was propelled through the large doors of Valhalla, Sean watching it happen passively. It seemed that something within the Ethereal being had awoken, and it amused Sean more than anything, a smirk playing across his lips as the one that defied death so many times was being smacked about like a ragdoll. Like the pathetic thing that he truly was, and The Ethereal King played the part of the one putting him in his place. He looked down to Silus before back to the large door that was already repairing itself from that strange Ethereal Well thing beneath them.

Once the Ethereal King returned, Silus gathered up some papers and handed them to Sean, who took them with his only hand, and scanned over them carefully. He would return a small smile, if only not to make himself seem like a total jerk off, considering that he was sure there were many already who held that opinion on the Titan king as it was. All of the researchers were recalled, and they gave their information, which seemed more conclusive from the occult perspective, while the scientists were unable to come up with something, though Sean felt like that was not a surprise in the least. So it seemed that the occultist were able to actually come up with an explanation, and so they won the raffle, and Bastion was the one with the proverbial egg on his face.

Ouroboros began a rather interesting speech, one that was going in a direction Sean did not expect of the Ethereal King. He sounded much like one of those rather evil sounding villains from a movies that was about to liquidate his staff, and the poor fools were the unfortunate. Failure would not be tolerated, and they had failed to do anything beyond perhaps disappoint, so he would simply get rid of them before they did more damage. Silus buried his face into Sean’s leg surprisingly, and he went along with it, seeing as how he was partially aware of how fragile the poor boy was. Something about that shocked look on their faces filled Sean with a certain pleasure, and his senses as a whole seemed to gain a certain level of increase. They had been terminated as easily as insects, leaving Zakaken, and Xarlessa surprised.

”Couldn’t have handled it better myself.” Sean said with a certain coo to his voice, as if he had enjoyed the sight. Those that had not been killed were gone now, leaving him, Ouroboros and Silus alone. The dark intoxicating energy filled the room, and only seeming to vitalize him even more.

by **Zell** October 26th 2013, 10:49 pm

So now Sean approves? Too little too late. While the appreciation was nice it was only an extra perk to his actions. Ouroboros had totally and utterly shut down, he had ended his own pain and committed emotional suicide, he was callous and uncaring. Though at the first sight of the slightly troubles Silus his dark energy shifted into a more pure form. He smiled at Silus, as genuine as he could as he patted the boy on the shoulder. Silus seemed to shift unnaturally, which caused Ouro’s heart to sink into his stomach. What was wrong, why was Silus acting like this? Sure unto Sean it was understandable. Especially with the poor little child’s “condition”, but to his “Daddy”? Ouro doubted himself, it must have been something about him, but what was different? What had he become in such a short span of time? The dark ethereal energy subsided and Misanthropy silenced from it’s pleasured purr to a silent stagnation. The room cleared and the normal pure ethereal energy had returned. Silus seemed to ease up and he smiled at Sean and then to Ouro as he began to walk away, content to see everything restored. Once Silus cleared the room Ouro’s eye narrowed as he let out a deep and curious hum.

”He enjoys every second he gets with you...when you’re not inadvertently scaring him. Not that you can help it...though he cannot help the fact that he is afraid.” Ouroboros said, a slight tone of impatience in his voice. He shuffled through the files and papers before him in the desk. He then hummed in a low tone as he looked on a picture of a certain someone with slight interest. There was a beckoning inside him, something was calling him. Tempting him. When the devil came knocking on his door, who was he to deny him the decency of an answer? Ouroboros closed the file and sighed as his dark energy flooded the area once more. He had work to do, and such little time to do it. Such a pity, while Sean was amusing he had other things to entertain. For example it seems as if a certain young man has ties to his past. Ties he desired to see reestablished. But first he owed the Devil a dance to his own tune.

”Well, I always enjoy having you here, as do the boys.” Ouroboros said as he looked to the sheet, squinting. He looked back to Sean, his gaze seeming to pierce through Sean. ”Any time you need me...or rather would like me to assist with anything you know where to find me. I won’t waste your time any further, I again apologize for the arm. Rest assured I’m doing what I can to reverse the damages, Maybe if I cannot help you I can tame a certain Atterrius into doing so.” Ouroboros said, though the nature of his comment would remain a mystery. Did he perhaps have a way to control the Atterrius, or to deceive it? Perhaps it was a threat of surrender? Unlikely, Ouroboros surrendered to no one. His knee would never touch Terra Firma or Terra Ethereal for another.

Ouroboros’ eye narrowed again, this time he was looking at the fire across the room, just past Sean. His eyes seemed to reflect the contemplative nature of Ouroboros, and while he was surely all Ouroboros, he had some form of twinkle in his eye. A shimmer, or a slimmer of misery, of lost hopelessness. Something that was very much not him. His face instinctively turned into a scowl. The thoughts inside him churned, cancerous and malignant in nature. It was corrosive, and tearing him down, eating him away from the inside.

"I have the answers..."

He let out a deep exhale through his nose as he closed the file on his desk. He knew what this was likely to entail, and in truth he was not prepared, however when in life were you ever properly prepared? Ouroboros walked to Sean, kissing him on the cheek, though if Sean were to avoid it he would not persist. He did not care enough to fight or keep it in mind to be honest. ”You’re more than welcome anytime.” He said. While he sounded less hushed he still carried himself the same, as if he had blended or adapted. Though the change was so subtle it was not surprising if Sean himself missed it.

Silus walked into the room, latched onto Shael as he watched the dark energized Ouroboros walk from the room. Shael looked for Michael and then to Sean and he smiled, but then looked to Ouroboros concerned slightly, troubled. Silus just clung to Shael even more, as if he were a child lost in a nightmare. Shael’s hair stood on end in the presence of the evil and twisted energy. This was not his father, it was but at the same time it was beyond something he believed his father willing to do. Shael quickly soaked up all the energy in the room, a slight look of discomfort forming as his eyes turned a little darker in color, shifting from their usual color to a reddish tinge. He cleared his throat as Silus released his grip a little.

”He’s going to do it isn’t he?” Shael asked, the slight shaking in his normally confident voice made Silus feel uneasy. ”We gotta tell Zak and Xar, We can't let him go!” Shael said as he looked to his present family and he turned to Silus who let go and let Shael do what he did best, and keep shit from going down. If Michael were around Silus would probably follow him, or else he was stuck with Sean, which at this moment wasn’t too bad. But once things returned to “normal” Silus would need to get away, but for now he walked over to the desk and picked up picture from the clutter, a familiar picture. A man wearing sunglasses and with a rather “flat” left sleeve of the trench coat he wore. Silus looked from the picture to Sean and looked unsure of what he was supposed to do.

by **Arcana** October 26th 2013, 11:56 pm

It was when he looked upon Silus that the dark energy shifted slightly, turning from that dark corrupted aura into something slightly purer, but he could still feel that strange dark undercurrent. Within that moment he also noticed that Silus deposition changed dramatically, instead of basically attempting osmosis with Ouroboros, he actually shifted away from him. Not that the sight of him shying away from someone was uncommon, Sean was more used to it being him. Not that Sean really openly begrudged that, letting it fester deep within where it would likely become some form of mental illness, but what was another to heap onto the pile? Still, within that momentary shift from a fully dark energy, to what could be considered even purer, Silus seemed to change his tune somewhat before walking away.

Ouroboros said something about Silus, though if he could glean anything from the sentence, it sounded as if he would rather not be dealing with him at the moment. A slight edge of impatience that he could easily pick out, and something about it annoyed Sean, agitating that small voice within the back of his head. That was when it hit again, vision becoming like white static, and his hearing like the sound of a microphone turned on too loudly, causing him to reflexively wince; while trying to keep up any façade that he was holding at the moment. Hell, while it may have not looked like it, he was struggling to even keep on his feet, and actually listening was a struggle within itself. His mind was running over so many things: possibilities as to what was going on and then more of the white static running over his vision, blurring everything that was processed through his retinas.

He was barely even paying attention when the kiss came to his cheek, and forced Sean to snap back into reality. Something about how he was more than welcome anytime, but something silently whispered to him a different answer. If he knew what was happening now, what was happening to the great Ti’taen king, would he really be welcome? Something threatened to come up from his stomach, some kind of bile? Heart rate increased slightly, but his own nether energy was not refilling itself like it usually did; no it seemed to diminish. He didn’t really notice Shael nor Silus peering around the corner of the room, though perhaps that was just his overall senses dulling.

Michael walked by his father, looking for Shael who he was with only moments ago. Something about his energy was different, strange and at the same time terrifying, though he did not let that show as he quickly walked past him. Increasing his pace, he began to feel what felt like Shael’s energy, and then soon enough he would peer into the room in question; silver orbs flecked with ethereal green sighting Shael. Well all he really saw was Shael, and hear his voice shaking slightly, which felt strange for the normally confident male. There was also something about his Ti’taen fathers’ energy that worried him, or rather the sharp and quick decline of it. He had seen Sean feeling weak before, but it always seemed to come back up quickly enough, so this state he was in only worried Michael more.

He took a tentative step into the room, giving Shael a passing glance before making his way next to Sean, glancing at Silus curiously, or more like he was looking at what the small male was rummaging through. Sean felt someone poke his side, and looked down to see the mischievous little Ethereal, who would smirk up at him, though he found himself also curious as to what Silus was looking at. Before anyone else could really react, Michael waltzed over to Silus and with a quick motion plucked the picture from his hand, and looked it over rather curiously. Something about the picture and its appearance was…strange in a certain way, though the only thing that really spoke to him was how flat the left arm looked, which suggested that he was missing the arm. ”Hrm.” Michael hummed to himself lightly before looking up to Sean, who seemed to stir from another bout of stupor. It took Sean a moment; though even from a glimpse of the image a memory was brought to the forefront, his head feeling as if someone had run a spike through his temple.

However, the pain came so fast that he was left stunned and in a moment a small trickle of blood issued from his nose, the warm kind of course, which Sean quickly whipped away with the back of his hand, before quickly snatching the picture from Michael and looking closer at it. It reminded him of that bastard, the one with no eyes and the missing arm that had become a slight symbol of his ire within such a short time. ”I see.” Sean said with a rather contrite sigh. It was obvious that whatever was happening had something to do with this strange man, and Sean felt like he would have to do….something. ”Michael stay with your brother…I’ll be right back.” Could he even make it to…where the hell was he going? Sean had to lock onto where he last felt Ouroboros energy, and follow that with his rather weak feeling limbs, which could be compared to wet noodles, or at least that was what he was expecting of them now. Michael could have tried to stop him, or well he was planning to, but he had a feeling Sean would not make it too far with how low his Nether was. However, for a moment Sean found his head clear, though how long it lasted was unknown.

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