OOC: This Lore Story is meant to act as a sort of changing of the guard for my character's personal story arc from a sort of cannibalistic monster to the eventual Protagonist I have envisioned for him. Be warned that mature themes such as depression, loss, and coping with these emotions are present within the story elements. If you are susceptible to depression and/or loss, I encourage you to click away before reading any farther. You have been warned.
He walked the cold dark Sewers, trying to avoid light sources as he walked around cloaked. Andreas was being especially careful to avoid those who could potentially see through his cloaking spell and when he noted he was in the clear, he would keep the cloaking active. The struggles had waged war within his mind, burning through any doubts or fears he even had taking form, but he kept focused on one thing. He wanted peace to mediate and seek guidance from the Void on how to handle these strange and seemingly foreign new emotions.
There was nothing that could stop him now as he descended into the darkness, but some of those same struggles had begun to fester and burrow in deep as if he had felt that burning desire in his core for power-for strength that he desperately wanted to prove that even those without the demonic possession could be of benefit to the Dread Empire. It seemed that these new revelations had spurred something else awake in Andreas as he descended deeper into the Sewers, going from the first level to the second. He had slowly begun his life as an orphaned child at the tender age of six and now a little over a century old, he had acquired many nicknames through the rigorous training that Clariss had given him for decades.
"The Shadow Killer," "Beast of Shadows," and "Demon of Dread" just to name a few. Not a single person could assume that a greater calling had begun to emerge within the vampiric Andreas, calling into the depths and yet to rise. He would soon be called one more nickname by the time the ascended back up top from his meditation. A name that he'd make sure all would know....
"Death, Destroyer of Worlds."
~(+)=(+)~
Andreas had been suffering greatly these last few days, struggling to understand the changes that were so rapid and unexpected that not even he foresaw such. He had believed for years that he was the only one of his family still standing amidst the ashes of his world, but he soon found his half-sister one dark day in the Regalian Sewers. There were no words to keep the monster within his core stone-cold as he soon felt the dam break and his heart beginning to thaw from years of staying in the cold. It almost felt like Death had come to offer a change to his life, cleaving away the cold monster inside of his core as he was re-infected with the Zikiel Bloodline.He walked the cold dark Sewers, trying to avoid light sources as he walked around cloaked. Andreas was being especially careful to avoid those who could potentially see through his cloaking spell and when he noted he was in the clear, he would keep the cloaking active. The struggles had waged war within his mind, burning through any doubts or fears he even had taking form, but he kept focused on one thing. He wanted peace to mediate and seek guidance from the Void on how to handle these strange and seemingly foreign new emotions.
There was nothing that could stop him now as he descended into the darkness, but some of those same struggles had begun to fester and burrow in deep as if he had felt that burning desire in his core for power-for strength that he desperately wanted to prove that even those without the demonic possession could be of benefit to the Dread Empire. It seemed that these new revelations had spurred something else awake in Andreas as he descended deeper into the Sewers, going from the first level to the second. He had slowly begun his life as an orphaned child at the tender age of six and now a little over a century old, he had acquired many nicknames through the rigorous training that Clariss had given him for decades.
"The Shadow Killer," "Beast of Shadows," and "Demon of Dread" just to name a few. Not a single person could assume that a greater calling had begun to emerge within the vampiric Andreas, calling into the depths and yet to rise. He would soon be called one more nickname by the time the ascended back up top from his meditation. A name that he'd make sure all would know....
"Death, Destroyer of Worlds."
