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Date Posted: 09/ 9/04 2:19:26pm Thu
Reality on the other side of ether…
The clearing was empty, seemingly forsaken by all forms and manners of so called ‘civilized’ life. Still, animals made their homes here, silently continuing the primal cycle of life amidst the brush, the fight for survival. Still, things would change now, if only for a moment. Unbeknownst to most, the ground itself was not normal. Beneath the thin veneer of vegetation was an array of symbols etched within a stone that had been eroded slightly with the passage of time. Along the edges of the clearing were crumbled ruins of pillars, now little more than shadows of their former glory.
The intricate arrays were simple really…a shift-gate.
Reality warped slightly, a bolt of crimson lightning dancing along the edges of the clearing, seemingly leaping from crumpled pillar to crumpled pillar. It was followed instantly by a bolt of onyx lightning, traveling in the opposite direction, both bolts rearing upwards and then slamming into the center of the carved relief. In a burst of flame and with a shriek of creatures taking to flight, the array was revealed, crackling with boundless energy. The flames died down quickly having consumed the vegetation that had overgrown the symbols and intricate runes that would allow the shift-gate to operate. Still, it was not over. Bolts of azure lightning struck the center of the formation, repeatedly, swirling more and more chaotically together forming a sphere of coalesced lightning. Within the midst of this, a maw formed. A void shattering the bolts and rearing open for but a moment before a bolt of purest white lightning shattered it. Then it died down. In the midst of the lightning knelt a figure. Lightning surged all around him, sliding over his being and back into the array.
In moments it was over…and the figure stood slowly, brushing away strands of silver hair streaked in crimson. Amethyst colored eyes glinted slowly in the light as he arranged his clothing to sit on his being more comfortably. He wore black pants and a simple white shirt sheathed in a black waist-coat, with its tails hanging loosely to allow for better movement. The cloak itself was closed though it only buttoned down to his wait. On his back was sheathed a Japanese looking sword, longer than a katana, but not a long as a zambaktou. (horse killing sword), the Angel Fusion Mursame.
Seraph smirked slightly, breathing in the air slowly, though it was saturated with the smell of ozone. Nearly gagging he walked onwards, the lights of Hogoromo within sight. The Black Wind whispered to him and he smiled. Chaos had befallen the city the lingering energy of it was felt by the Black Wind itself. Concern touched him for his family’s safety and he began to run. His right hand reached back, hovering over the hilt of his sheathed weapon on his back as his steps quickened. His eyes glinted once and he seemed to vanish, wind-running. His speed was still incomparable to most, the ground being eaten up at a pace that was baffling, his steps not making a sound on the earth. It couldn’t…he made his living as a vampire and demon hunter now. Without Kami being a Forgotten and the famed silver infinity, Seraph had never gone to learn the way’s of Zorahar…instead, his strength lay in the Black Wind itself…having gained utter mastery over the destructive force, as well as his blade skills, which could be said to be even more deadly now than ever before.
He arrived near gates of Hogoromo in moments, his eyes scanning the city. Nothing. Everything seemed to be normal although he could still sense the cloying sense of readiness and caution. What had happened since he was gone? Blinking slowly he decided to bypass the guards. They need not know that he had returned from Terra. Sighing he vanished again whipping past the guards with a stealth dash so quick that all the felt was a brief sigh of the wind.
Seraph smiled in exultation…he was within Hogoromo once more. His first thought to visit his niece. Quickly he turned down the streets and headed for the castle a whisper among the shadows. The streak of black literally ran up along the wall, flipping over it when he came over the edge, his coat rustling in the wind as he landed crouched. He looked up slowly, and spotted Emilia and Cyrus within the courtyard of the palace.
“Emi…”
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