A Shade Risen

[susitsu 871]

 

"So...alone again, am I?"

 

He often found himself wandering the nights and feeling that encroaching darkness again, he would not find feeling for much but moving without a goal along any road he came across. However, as he walked by Kaer Angren, there was something different. He felt an odd chill behind himself. Slowly turning around, he would stare blankly at the High-Prophet of Iblees.

 

With a blank stare, he would say "Well...I thought I would have a little more time."

 

The being he had been expecting ever since he freed Ceruberr.

 

Under the cold gaze of the Prophet, all he would say to Lucas was "A pity." With that, Lucas would make one request, to send a letter. And with this letter, he would send his crow away the same. Two goodbyes. His companion crow and one person. Once sent, he would take in a deep breath and inform the Prophet he was ready.

 

It was time to be whole again. The being known so well as Lucas Black since Asulon was long a different person. Almost quite literally. Near the end of it all, he lost a half of his soul to Iblees, and now, it was being returned to him.

 

The last words that would be spoken by him as the shadows wrapped around would be...

 

"I have wondered...for a long time...what it would feel like to be whole again...my curiosity will be sated...I suppose."

[Sybbyl0127 629]

[[Welp..  *hides in a hole*]]

 

[also first<3]

[ACanadianCraft (Nate) 682]

 

"I have wondered...for a long time...what it would feel like to be whole again...my curiosity will be sated...I suppose."

 

[Mephistophelian 977]

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Idk how I should react. Is this good or bad for Lorien xD ?  Welcome back to the wagon, though! :D

 

 

Edit: After learning the meaning, I simply give this:

;)  ))

[Tsuyose 3285]

 

A large figure in golden clad descends to his very knees before an altar to Xan, sword drawn and impaled into the crimson carpet below. Those silver glowing eyes began to dull, the depths of the opaque hood falling silent as a sense of peace cascades around the alter itself. Several moments later hushed whispers rumble forth from the depths of the hood, faint whispers of prayers. Suddenly, his eyes ignite into a powerful, silver hue, fueled with a fiery rage. His hands trembling faintly as he gripped onto the hilt of the sword, ascending up and onto his feet and twisting upon the heel of his soles, marching out of the church hall.

 

The Lion grew wild and shone ever so brightly in times of darkness; Xath had a promise to keep and a carbarum blade which hungered.

[Huh 91]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.