ellielove15

This is like... if Undertale and the Shire had a baby and I love it!

Leoni reads the missive, a great amount of sorrow and loss bubbling within her at yet another friend and advocate for her kind are dashed against the rocks and left to die alone. She goes to pen a letter. Brother Vincenzo, You have openly admitted to the murder of a man that I held as a dear friend, for the crime of believing that Devils are indeed people that deserve some semblance of respect and dignity. Marus was a good and kind-hearted man, and you butchered him. I challenge you to a duel for his honor, and in his name. A duel to the death. He was the sort of man that would not have even risen up in his own defense. We will meet wherever you choose. Bring whatever weapons you wish. I will not sit idly by as the murderer of my friend walks freely. Come alone.

Leoni stared at the missive after coming back home from a lovely party in Dunwen. She frowns, knowing that the day has come. "So.. it is as they say. They will never want peace. They will always want more. Bullies, they are."

The Devil-Knight of Dunkeld, a devil of O’Zen’s own making, would eventually hear of the draugar’s final rest. One of the architects of her most intimate and open sufferings was now dust. How did she feel about this? Ironically enough, had Sermi alongside her master Sarryn not cursed her that wicked day… she would have become a paladin. A soul-servant of the tyrant-god Xan in a war that he was destined to lose. When the tides turned against the Aengul of Order, Leoni was able to walk away before the final battle and go on her own path. Free of the soul-burden that the remaining Paladins were shackled to. On the other hand, such a life had only made such justified anger and rage rule her life for decades afterward. It ruled her so much that it led her to the very mortal powers that O’Zen also retreated to. Such anger towards those naz’therak, the gods that rejected and took so much from her, and the people that denied her very descendancy only made her into a monster. A spite-filled creature with but some notion of honor. Yet had Leoni never fallen to the darkness, she would not have found comfort and purpose in seeking Asioth. As she attempts to throw away the old shackles of hatred for the right of divine privilege, the whispers of the dead speak to her soul no longer. She reforges her purpose to become greater than it once was with each passing day, though not without the echoes of madness clawing at the edges of her mind. Thus is the consequence of meddling in the subjects of Aeriel’s Realm. Fate is a funny thing, within Leoni’s mind. A long journey that started with a young elf, dressed in a Lion’s cloak, being turned into a Devil. Perhaps one day, that Devil will transform into a Dragon.

The Devil-Knight of Dunkeld, who was once held in the throes of Xionism and the arts of Lumbridge, frowns upon seeing a good friend lost eternally to their machinations through death at the hands of the dreaded Arthur. “Not you… you were better than I ever was. I’m sorry. I couldn’t save you from such wicked practices until it was too late…” She had hoped to never have her silver-grey gaze meet with the halls of Lumbridge again, but she may have to. For Nataya and her daughter.

The Devil-Knight looked on in horror at the dying Stroheim with a pained wheeze, having lost her honor-duel with the great templar Sebastian. The ashes of the Red Mountain began swirling around the four fighters. As the light left the Reinmaren's eyes, her own silver-grey gaze grew watery with tears. A legend, now gone forever. She hoped that one day she would die so honorably.

I do wonder why they consider Templars in the same vein as Naz'therak, Heralds and Necromancers? That seems a bit odd. I understand not being able to become an inquisitor as a templar but to equate the two? I guess it'll show Tah's not playing around. He wants ALL of the smoke, and hates everyone.

Damn I'm gone for a couple weeks and they make a re-write of Devils! Though inherently knowing ilzakarn is also very interesting, alongside not having any negative effects of Rokodra. We'll see if it gets implemented. (personally, 2 malices seems a bit excessive but eh)

"Despite our differences, I wish I had the pleasure to duel you once more. You were an honorable warrior." Leoni muttered before giving a small toast in his honor.