(Me: Glancing around. Um… Vanishers are actually creatures of energy as well. They’re not gods, but they can get pretty powerful with age)
(Goldergon: Pauses, bewildered. Are you from my ancestral home? Are you an Enlightened One? He is mesmerized by Ëvêāhn‘s new appearance)
(Me: A twist, but nonetheless)
(Me: Okay, lol!)
(Ëvêāhn: I don't know… what is the name of your ancestral home, oh Wise and Glorious Vanisher?)
(Me: Snark. Nice! And I'm cool with that.)
(Me: Lol)
(Goldergon: Scowls a bit. You are not then. Enlightened Ones have no use for such attitude. Foul imitators deserve death!)
(Me: Everything always equals death for him, lol)
(Me: So… what now?)
(Ëvêāhn: That wasn't attitude. That was a genuine question. Although, I'm sure Enlightened Ones do have attitudes similar to mine, no?)
(Me: We could stop them, but it's funnier just to watch, lmao!)
(Me: Yeah, it is. Lmao!)
(Goldergon: Scowl. They do not. And you would not know of my home, for its gates have opened only once since its creation into existence)
(Me: To your knowledge, Goldergon)
(Goldergon: What? Genuinely confused)
(Me: Lol! I'mma go for a bit, by the way. If I'm not back on again tonight, don't worry, I'm not dead or asleep.)
(Ëvêāhn: Whatever.)
(Alright, later)
(Goldergon: Confused)
(Me: I'm up, but I know you're likely asleep. I've posted meh Monarch, since Mere Hufflepuff said they didn't want the role…)
(Ëvêāhn: What are you confused about? I thought you were smart.)
(Thumbs-up)
(Goldergon: Sighs and shakes his head, then sits down, looking absolutely bored)
(Me: Hello!)
(Ëvêāhn: Looks at Goldergon for a sec, then leaves)
(Me: Greetings! Grin)
(Goldergon: Looks around now that Ëvêāhn has gone. Can I kill again?)
(Me: Grins back Did you sleep?)
(Me: Also, no you cannot Goldergon. The Mark of Cain is permanent.)
(Me: Yup. I’m awake now)
(Goldergon: Shrieks angrily and claws at the ground in pure frustration, digging a sizeable hole in seconds. He seems to be become intrigued by the hole and continues digging)
(Me: You know he’s bored when simple digging becomes fascinating to him)
(Me: Lol!)
(Me: Lmao, yeah! That's amazing.)
(Me: I guess I forgot to reply to this. Hello)
(Goldergon: Has officially dug a very deep hole in a very short time)
(Me: Hello, once more!)
(Me: What are you doing, Goldergon? Why are you digging?)
(Me: Big grin)
(Goldergon: Peeks out of the hole. Until Ëvêāhn lifts his mark, I shall occupy myself with something that amuses me. Currently, that is digging. Interrupt me again, and I may decide target practice on you is a better alternative. Returns to digging)
(Me: You’re grouchy. Kicks dirt onto Goldergon)
(Goldergon: Looks up. Don’t test me)
(Me: Lol!)
(Ëvêāhn: I have returned with news of mine Elder… Death himself would like to "speak" with Goldergon.)
(Me: Oh… shit.)
(Goldergon: Pops up from the hole, intrigued. Truly? Death in their greatest glory? Or another trick of yours?)
(Me: Interesting development here)
(Dūrus: In a mental voice like the whispered hiss of a snake, mixed with multiple different tones and echoing oddly before the words are actually spoken and long after they have been It has been long since I have broken mine silence, Creature of Mine Own Glory… you should be proud that I have deigned to speak with you… It has been long since I have met one such as you… Tell me, Creature, what makes you so deserving of mine own title as Harbinger…)
(Me: Leaves in terror)
(Me: Quickly leaves as well)
(Goldergon: Crawls out of the hole, fascinated. I have always, and always shall follow the Art of Death. Among my many interests is discovering new ways death can take hold. It is beautiful, the artistry of death)
(Dūrus: Well… it seems as though I have found mineself a worthy apprentice… After too long… I have finally found you… Now… I would like you to demonstrate how much you truly remember about the Arts… For the ease of this, I shall allow the use of mine form…)
(Goldergon: I am honored to be an apprentice of yours, and I will gladly demonstrate everything I have learned)
(Dūrus: Good… Now… let's get this over with… Mine Apprentice…)
(Me: Comes back Well… it seems like Goldergon could become a death god… as if he wasn't already powerful enough…)
(Goldergon: Mentor…)
(Me: Peeks around a corner before finally reappearing. A death god? I don’t know if I should scream and run, or stalk him and eventually feed on his power. That is intriguing and frightening all in one shot)