The Temple of the Gods Mirror Chamber

[Joshua, the Wayne]

dameus was being dragged by a dark being.
this being was garbed in an ebon brassart and a shoulderguard, a long blade strapped to his back.
the being was hooded and wore black robes with silver trim as well.
on his head was a small circlet and in the middle was an onyx gem that was cut in half.
none of the face could be seen.
elasia could be heard roaring as well as she was pulled into the chamber with magii chains chained on her legs, her neck, and her wings.
as she roared and dameus lay silent the being glided towards the broken mirror.
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The mirror...Its gates lay wide open for us upon this moon...
You FIEND! LET US GO FREE! WHAT IS YOUR QUARREL WITH US?
the being was silent and quietly raised a hand as for her struggling to halt.
Elasia, you should know after Dameus has raised you that you can't always have your way.
the being whirled around, his cape blaring, and examined dameus and elasia as she flared with furious wrath in her eyes.
the being raised his hand and almost silently snapped his fingers as the air swirled around them and phantomous shadows whirled out of the ground, writhing and screaming yet wary of their duty.
Lock them up. Make sure the wyvern does not get fed and watered too much.
as elasia writhed and dameus still lay silent the phantoms began to close in.
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[glow=beige,2,300]Wake, my son...May your mind be opened to the world around you and the greatest of luck ride with you wherever you may lead.[/glow]
dameus suddenly felt warm...he felt as if he were falling back through an abyss...where...
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that must have been his father...

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dameus's eyes twitched.
the phantoms began to close in as dameus suddenly realized where he was and what happened.
DAMEUS!
he rose to awareness as the dark figure suddenly staggered.
dameus brandished exxodion and rushed at the shadows as he got slashed and thrashed by their blades yet he one by one took them out.
he then turned and saw the dark figure.
elasia began to try and force herself out of her chains and each began to bend and with an enormous crack broke off.
she leapt at the dark figure as dameus was inches away with his blade pointed at the being.
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a burst of light...
Dameus Exavior, Elasia, and the dark being were sucked into the mirror with a tremendous light as suddenly the world shifted and they all fell through an abyss of oblivious absence...
a void...
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dazzling light...
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[Joshua, the Wayne]

Dameus walked into the temple of the gods and stepped into the shrine with the three blades of legend. Ragnarok, Abberroc, and Velveshde...He walked up to abberroc and drew it with hatred from it's altar, sheathing it into a scabbard. He then walked to velveshde and grabbed it as w- He withdrew his hand in pain and scowled. In his ears he heard a voice ring The blade of aether does not accept one of shadow Dameus grunted and kicked the blade then walked towards Ragnarok and stared at it.
Never...Never before had he thought he would touch it again. But when he looked at it, he felt...humbled. In a dark way. He pulled it out with raging hunger...Lust for power...Lust for strength...Lust for revenge. It seemed to speak to his mind for a mere second I will suffice...We will suffice...We will destroy... Dameus smiled and sheathed the blade. Satisfied, he walked out of the temple towards the imperial city market district.
*Dameus has left for the imperial city market district...kind of obvious...*

[Joshua, the Wayne]

Dameus arrived in the temple and walked towards a small shrine in front of him. The armor he wore at that moment then in a burst of furious light appeared on the altar. Dameus knelt down and began chanting a prayer in the language of the shadowclan. The entire temple then turned into dark red colors of crimson blood. The armor in front of him suddenly morphed as well into a set that any man would think twice about harming. The armor's base color was crimson. So darkly red, it almost appeared black. Almost. It resembled blood of sacrificial ceremonies. The trim was no longer gold, but pearly white silver. His capes outside was now black with dazzling silver trim, and on the inside it was red. Not as dark as his armor, though. It all fit perfectly with ragnarok's grace as he teleported the armor back onto him. As he looked through the small slits that barely peeked through the helmet, his vision was blood red. He didn't see normal colors. All he saw was red. Red and darker figures. He laughed again and, now that his armor was blessed, he walked out of the temple for kari's library.
*Dameus has left for the jerall mountains*