(You sure?)
Sanguis warps back into Ethrin, startled by the sudden cease to the light show. It chitters hungrily, and grabs hold of Lux. It unhinges its jaw, and in one clean bite, swallows her, without any difficulties. He burps, then curls up, still hungry, but slightly less so than usual.
(Oof. That went from a scenario with angelic light and singing birds to… dead. Lmao!)
(Well… I suppose that would work.)
(Is everything going to end because of a mutated Hallowgast?)
(And yes, it did.)
Lux manages one short, cut scream of surprise before she dies.
Ëvêāhn watches this with horror and a certain ammount of fascination.
"What the hell?" he asks, backing away. "What kind of horror could kill an Avatar?"
Cass looks at Sanguis, then simply runs all the way to the Alyiin Mountains, vowing to never, ever return to Ethrin again.
Vē'Êtherñøth watches this, and simply warps away to Hell again, telling herself to never interact with the mortal realms.
(This got dark. Damn)
On’nyosh watched in awe, a small vindictive smile breifly flashing on his lips as Shade was destroyed. However, his mood darkened once more when Vē'Êtherñøth fled, and even more so when Cass ran off.
“Vē'Êtherñøth? Cassiel? Please!”he called desperately.
He then curled up, utterly dejected, his forehead on his knees. Tears once more fell from his eyes, but he had grown silent, only his breathing showing that he was crying.
The smoky black orb remained over the city, blocking an entrance or exit to the city. An eerie silence fell over the city, and a shadowy figure formed at the gates of the city, a scythe in one clawed hand, a jester’s hat on his skeletal head.
The entity walked through the city, making his way to the castle. Those that saw him instantly fell to sleep, though some of the elderly or sickly folk also died.
(Are you okay with me ending the world? It seems like it's already getting there anyways.)
(Hold on. I want some interaction with the new entity first. You’ll find out who it is pretty quick, evil grin)
(I’ve got an idea that could totally flip this thing. Evil laugh)
(Okay, that's fair. I'll simply hold off on that for now. Time for Sanguis to go find Tiamat, at least.)
(Also, fair warning: Sanguis is about to turn from a mindless beast to an intelligent entity capable of speech.)
Sanguis runs back to the mountains, searching for Tiamat. When it finds them, it simply inhales, dissolving Tiamat's form and adding it to its own essence. Then, quite suddenly, something about Sanguis changes. Instead of being a stooped, compact figure, it now stands straight. It takes off the mask, for the first time in centuries, and lets the mountain air hit the newly healed skin on its face. Its eyes shine with intelligence, rather than just hunger.
A sigh of pleasure escapes it.
"Ah… what a lovely day to find this Somnus being and kill it!" it says, laughing and sprinting off towards the city.
(All my characters are either dead or gone, lmao!)
(Could I just start throwing in random characters for the hell of it? To try and salvage the ruins of the plot?)
(Oof. That was abrupt, again, lmao!)
(Ëvêāhn is still in the castle)
The eight foot tall skeletal figure entered the castle, approaching Ëvêāhn and suppressing his sleep ability. He snapped his fingers, summoning On’nyosh into the room.
The jester yelped, surprised by the sudden change of scenery. Tears still marked his face.
“I have an offer I believe you might approve of,”the skeletal figure cooed in a rattling voice, looking between the two, leaning on his scythe.
(Ah, yes! I forgot about him, for the simple fact that it's all chaos!)
Ëvêāhn just starts wandering, confused. When the skeletal figure walks into the room, he jumps.
"Are you sure you can bring the dead back to life?" he says sullenly, the Light and Mist playing with each other around his form.
(Lol. Yeah, definitely chaos)
The skeletal figure looked at Ëvêāhn.
“That requires different circumstances. My offer is not that. My offer is tied to a colleague of mine. Time will be rewritten. This will have never happened, and certain souls will be removed at my behest. What say you?”he cooed.
On’nyosh stared absently, then turned away in deep thought.
“Who will be taken?”he asked quietly.
“That will depend on the circumstances, young one,”the skeletal figure replied.
"Well… if it means resetting all of this, then yes. However, I'm not entirely sure it will work on Sanguis." Ëvêāhn sighs.
"You see, Sanguis is a… unique… individual." he says, then turns away. The Light and Mist start to reach out to the Somnus entity, then hesitate, sensing something off. They seem to whisper to Ëvêāhn. He turns, then huffs.
"However… if need be, I will offer myself as the price. Make sure the Light and Mist go to Lux." he says, then sits down.
Sanguis reaches the castle in a matter of minutes, then freezes upon seeing the sleeping forms of those around it.
"Well… I know exactly who's in there!" it mutters cheerfully.
It quickly enters the throne room, then pauses upon seeing Ëvêāhn's Mist and Light.
"Have you given up? Is that why Death has showed up here?" it asks, its form compacting down into the figure of a strikingly tall and pale human, with blackish-reddish-white hair reaching its shoulders. The height remains the same, but other than that, he appears as normal as he can get.
Ëvêāhn stands quickly, stunned at Sanguis's transformation.
His look then turns into a cold, blank, furious sheet of ice.
"No, we have not given up." he replies icily, his form seemingly growing a crystal clear shell of ice. "But you should have long ago, Sanguis. Or should I say, Seth."
(Hold on. Let me catch up)
(Sorry! I'm too excited! It's just so interesting now! I mean it was before, but- you know what, I'mma just shut up now-)
(Lol. I know the feeling)
“Sanguis will return to sleep,”the skeletal figure assured Ëvêāhn.
He then inclines his head at Ëvêāhn‘s words, lifting his scythe slightly.
“You would offer yourself, a Chosen of a prophecy. A great sacrifice indeed. However, Lux will likely be returned as Radiant, if at all. Now, what of you, On’nyosh?”
He turned shakily, then took a deep breath.
“Take my power, but not my life. Immortality doesn’t suit me,”On’nyosh answered.
“You would sacrifice your godhood? Why? I am curious.”
On’nyosh snorted,”I don’t want power. I’ve never wanted power.”
The skeletal figure nodded, then looked between the two.
“Shall there be more words, or is this offer sealed?”he asked the two.
The skeletal figure then turned at Sanguis’ entrance and snorted at his words.
“I am not Death, you insolent fool! I am Adon’mūar, guide of souls, patron of tricksters! Now, is this offer sealed?”he shouted, slamming his scythe down, immobilizing the two enemies.
On’nyosh glanced around, then huffed at the two, a cold light in his eyes.
“I have one more thing. Cassiel and Vē'Êtherñøth stays. Otherwise, it’s sealed for me,”he hissed.
Adon’mūar turned his gaze on him, then nodded. He looked to Ëvêāhn inquisitively.
Ëvêāhn watches Sanguis, the turns back to the god.
"It is done." he replies.
"Ah yes, I forgot. You and Dūrus have that old petty rivalry." Sanguis smirks, then easily breaks free of the spell that was supposed to freeze him.
"Also, Lux is gone. So is Tiamat. And Shade. And Nyx. They can never return here. Lux and Tiamat in particular. After all, you would never dare interfere in the matters of Seth. Would you?" he smirks.
Adon’mūar snorted at the mention of the rivalry. He hated how Dūrus constantly whined about his closeness to his domain. He only guided souls, he didn’t choose who to kill.
“Very well, and no. However, Halon’zūvar controls time. Would you dare interfere with him when he can wipe you from time itself?”Adon’mūar retorted, lifting his scythe in preparation to slam it down.
(Stunned face)
(So, I need some input. So, Ëvêāhn, Radiant/Lux, Tiamat, Lucitius, and Shade are gone. Cass, Vē'Êtherñøth, and Geneviera stay. Sanguis goes back to sleep, and On’nyosh becomes mortal)
(What of the monarchs? What of Nyx? And am I missing any other characters)
(Yes, that is what is happening.)
(I'm fairly certain the monarchs are long gone, Anastasia. That ship has sailed, my friend.)
(Nyx was turned into a hell dimension a couple pages back, I believe, by @/BalanceEternal theirself.)
As if he was invoked, Dūrus appears.
"Adon'mūar, what the hell?" he asks, annoyed.
Ëvêāhn watches Sanguis break free, and realizes what must have happened and why it happened.
"You've finally Awoken, truly, haven't you?" he murmurs.
(Also, is bedtime for me. As a matter of fact… glances at a clock showing the planets and stars I should have been in bed about an hour ago, at least, according to Tina when she awakes.)
(Just wanted to make sure. But, what would happen to them in the ‘restart’? Would they stay like they are?)
(Alright. See you tomorrow, wave)
“Don’t bitch at me, Dūrus. Bitch at Halon’zūvar. This was his idea, and the deal has been sealed! There is no turning back, you know this,”Adon’mūar hissed.
He glanced irritably between Ëvêāhn and Sanguis.
“Out with it!”he snapped at the two.