in my absence. (open)

[sien, THE ILLUSIVE]

This was the city that housed many, not only of its own species, but it coddled the wanderers and traitors of every other race. In one way, it was despicable and yet in another, it played directly into his hands. Who could find him in a land that was so mysterious and held an abundance of creatures? Who would even think to look for him in a land that he so reviled. Korvhan would not have changed, he was too childish, too immature to look for the danger that would be lurking within his very land. The very thought made him chuckle, oh this would be so much fun. He would not start finding allies immediatly, let the Gods recognise his absence, let them fall into a caotic mess whilst trying to find where it was he was hidden.

But he was not dubbed 'the Illusive' for nothing.

They would not find him.

Slowly he walked, though none who knew him would recognise him, for he did not look the same, his mind was not the same. Millennia had passed and dragged him further and further into insanity. Physically? He had lost nothing, still with the beauty of a young man, still with the entrancing red eyes. But, there was a maddness these days that shadowed his features, be it with a flash of emotion, a look or simply a line. Something strange lurked beneath the facade that he had placed upon himself. Today, his shoulder length auburn hair was bound at the nape of his neck, his dark red eyes flashed with a look of insolent boredom. Sien hated changing his appearance, yet it was a neccesity and done so with great reluctance. Soon, when he found his army, there would be no need for such tedious measures. Soon, he would destroy that which he had come to destroy.

A cold, quiet chuckle escaped from between his thin lips. The forest shivered and withdrew around this strange traveller, his hand stretched out in front of him and stroked the brown, rough trunk of the tree. Continuously he chuckled, the sound eventually becoming grosser and more malevolent. Abruptly however, he stopped. His whole body froze and slowly he turned around to face the forest he was engulfed within. There was no fear in his movements, though annoyance was plain. Sien, for that was who he was, had no need for the trivial emotion of fear, it was disregarded, forgotten in his exile.

"Someone is out there my dear."

Words were spoken in harsh tones, an icy his that danced momentarily in the atmosphere before being forgotten. He paused, crimson eyes scouring his surrounding, piercing the darkness as if it were merely a curtain that clouded his view.

"Do they mean to sneak up? Quietly, quietly they treck. Do they mean to avoid us? Oh no, far too obvious. We will meet them my dear, they will meet us. Oh, they will enjoy that."

Spoken in a whisper, he had a smile upon his face. His eyes flicked occasionally to his right as if he was speaking to someone. He was, of course. Nobody else would know, they could not see her, but that was not surprising for they never cared for her and never cared what happened to her. Niare was long forgotten, yet she had helped him escape from his tormentors, they would not know.

They could not know.



ooc; so that was crap. but meh. i'll live.

[korvhan]

Through emerald optics did the male spot the prey coming towards him, pouncing from one spot to another, its aqua fur sticking out of the green setting of the forest. It was fate that these two had met each other, for the small creature scurried across the ground, to the foot of the stranger, before suddenly climbing up his leg up onto the shoulder of the boy. The cerulean creation quickly aquainting itself with the Malaki as a sudden shudder of leaves began to echo. Without need the man tood still and witness the arrival of quithe the predator, a full sized beast lurching forward, however it was no threat to him, the beast was trival. And with a few moments the beast has passed him and headed back into the shadows of the forest. Leaving the creature ontop his shoulder still consumed within fear. The malaki understood death and the void it created to any creature. If he was any other race he would have comforted the small animal, however he was a proud propher of Juudas, and weakness simply could not be tolerated. With this his feet carried the male onward, his path mut continue, for he knew he was to meet a man today.

The Malaki shifted his hand across the briar and branches of the overgrowth, casting it aside as it was simply getting in the way of his movement and hindering him slightly. The brash briar slipping against the durable fabric of the male's outer shell, the armour being quite prime and efficent for something so simple. Though his thoughts no longer remained on his own person, rather the path he chose to reach this man before him. He had seen only short bursts of the figure within his mind, due to the fact that this entity appeared to be stronger mentally then he was. Though fear did not bother this male, for he sought no death before him. The prophet being smart in his decisions and rarely ever spoke of the future inncorectly, only the most unstable and powerful minds were capable of changing the future, and his path. The malaki took his hands and clawed away at the briar before him, tearing through the brush with ease before kneeling down and jumping high into the air, brushing through the canopy. The Vanishing from the forest floor for a few moments before landing down onto the terra beneath him. Crashing into the unstable ground, his feet creating burrows as soft soil molded around his feet for a few moments.

The sensation of the figue began to grow, as he could feel the powerful figure within the reaches of his senses. Shifting through the branchses and overgrowth to reach the figure. His body had taken no attempts to conceal itself, his ivory clothing sparkling similar to a dimanond in the sun, giving the boy an aura for lack of a better word as he stepped into thesunlight. His armour sparkling with ebony hues as he completely emerged from the darkness of the forest, completely open as he approached the god unknowingly. Reaching the male within seconds with the malaki speed of his, being far greater then any of his race, being one of the highest amongst the chain. The Selphi Malaki capable of an ability only once before him was capable of mastering. With this this he studied the male before him, looking at his figure, he breathed divinty and strength, he could sense instantly how outranked and classed he was compared to this male. Thus his words had to be accurate and well choosen, compared to be lax. Without fear the man began to speak to the male before him, the de-ja vu moment happpening once more within his world.

“Finally we meet good sir, I am Norubu, Selaphi Malaki. My lord has instructed me to meet with you, for our paths cross not only within mind, but realitly.”

[yahikokr]

Walking through the forest of Ithnaru, the young male wandered about in search of the species he wished to comeet face-to-face... the Metamorphi. But he had been walking through that dense jungle for so long now... Jashin was getting ticked. He thought he was walking in circles, as he constantly saw a familiar tree every so often. Upon stopping in front of a quite large tree, the male saw what seemed to be a Varmi salesman. He went ahead and checked out the merchandise after resting a bit.

what a lush land... it must rain here often

Keeping in mind Daemi's rather odd disadvantage against liquid substances, Jashin decided to buy a raincoat from the Varmi salesman. Or rather take it. by force. Of course, he first had to check for any Metamorphi that weren't to be transofrmed into plant or animal, making sure he wasn't being eavesdropped on. He wasn't. And thus pointing his sword at the Varmi's neck, "Give me the raincoat. Pitch black one, if you dont wanna die" And the salesman did so. Not only was he scared by Jashin's intimidating gaze, but wandered what horrible things must be under his mask... though Jashin didn't really have anything under it but his lips. he only wore it because he wanted to. No real reason.

Jashin put on the coat as he saw the rainclouds gather slowly, which went down to his shins and put on its hood, which covered the upper half of his face. As the lower half didn't need any cover because it was already covered by the mask. The hood also pushed Jashin's pitch black, naturally white highlighted hair up to the front, covering the remaining small space of his face that could be seen. Only the sparkle of his darkened emerald eyes were visible through his long hair, and no one would recognize him as a Daemi.

Several hours later, still wearing the raincoat thanks to the heavy rain, Jashin came across an odd situation... one he could not believe. He hid behind thick trees, watching a Malaki approach a strange male figure. Jashin, naturally, got nervous. He didn't even imagine he would come across a creature of his race's level. But this one looked quite a bit older than him, so he knew not to approach the celestial creature. The Malaki also looked like a male. Hiding well the book he brought from Nazura within his clothes, making sure it would not be visible so in case the Malaki saw him he wouldn't see the book.

[sien, THE ILLUSIVE]

"Two of them. One enemy, one son. Will they know us? Of course not. We are different, we changed. They did not, they are the same."

His words were spoken in that same icy whisper, his crimson eyes stared into the darkness of the forest, it was as if he was waiting for something, yet at the same time was unsure of what it was he was waiting for. The determination in his eyes was something that was almost intimidating, however nobody was around to see his strange gaze, or to hear his mumbled coversations. Sien was alone, it was something he had learned to deal with, and to even embrace during his centuries of solitude. Company was not needed and was not required. At this thought a smile played upon his lips, a cold smile that did not touch his eyes, they remained dead and blank. Niare was the only company that he needed and wanted. She understood him, she always had.

The faked auburn hair was dark in this dense lighting, it was straight and looked to be similar to that of a Varmi, for although black or brown were the dominant hair traits, they were known to have the wild, fiery locks that were made famous by his own Aradi. The art of changing his appearance was something that had been almost perfected so that some may have even thought that it was Sien and not Korvhan who had created the race of Metamorphi. At this thought he chuckled hoarsley and glanced to Niare who stood on his right, she seemed impassive at his thoughts, for how could he have created such a positive race? There was always some danger, always some essence of evil that ran through his creations. Just look at the Aradi, and especially at the Daemi.

Suddenly, Sien stiffined and his gaze shifted slightly to the right, watching through the trees. Somebody was coming, in fact that who was coming was an enemy, yet they would not know who he was. Not yet, but soon everybody would know who Sien was. Despite what form he may be using at that time. They would know him simply by the essence of fear he invoked within everyone around him, because of the emotions people felt. Even those who had never felt them before. Yes, they would feel it and they would know that Sien had returned, with his lovely sister Niare by his side. Woe be unto them if they forgot him, for forgetting was the worst sin and caused all kinds of dramas.

"And what is it that your Lord wills?"

Only his Niare kept the fury from seeping into his voice at this point, for the Lord that was being spoken about could only have been Juudas. Even after what he had done to her, Niare had forgiven Juudas. But Sien? Sien would never forgive him, not even if they lived until the destruction of this planet, not even then. His eyes were fixated upon the red headed Malaki, their crimson gaze fixated intently as if it were some sort of puzzle that he had to piece together. The stare would not be easy to define, not be easy to take apart but for some reason, this Malaki did not seem to be one that was easy to scare. Sien would find a way. He always did.

Suddenly a smile played itself upon his lips. The smile seemed almost feral as he showed his teeth, his head inclined now towards the left. The other was here, one of his children. But, he had yet to show himself. Concealing himself in the shadows that had been the inspiration for the creation of his species. Sien watched them both. Niare watched them.

They waited.

[korvhan]

The deity before him shifted rather uneasily, he didn't seem to enjoy the present of the Malaki, or was it simply because the male was board. This malaki sage only knew a little about the man before him, Juudas had not blessed him with a full knowledge, enjoying watching his creations learn of the world through their naive eyes. Though above other Malaki his age and race he outranked them completely and his ability was only one within a million if not more then those odds. Thus his creation and birth upon this Terra was adored and rejoiced. For it was the first coming of the prophet within millennium. With this he adjusted his posture, the Malaki did not wish to put himself off as a threat or an annoyance, his guard was lowered though set high enough to counter any thing this deity wished to do onto him, however what good would it do for this immortal, de-creation would be a simple feat of this other immortal, and with this his guard was lowered completely.

With this the man began to speak, taking his time to choose the words toward the immortal creature. This man knew of his descent from the instant he saw him, for he saw him through a different light this this rather unbiased Malaki did. With this his lips curled and finally he began to speak, asking what his lord has willed for this man to ask the deity. Now it was his turn to choose his words wisely for he was speaking with one of the strongest immortals of the realm. With this he had time, for he seemed to be distracted by the reason he was here, the past that the gods share was far beyond his knowledge, only a small written amount of text spoke of the true history, the war had been well documented however, which made him think the male was focusing on that turn of events. However it had been quite some time since the 'end' of that war and battle.

" You misunderstood me good sir, my lord has given me the ability to view sights not yet come. That power is his will, I dont know what he wishes of you, however I wish to meet more of your acquaintance. I would be over joyed if you allowed me to right in my journal about your upbringing."

With this the emerald optics lit up for a brief moment he foresaw another coming forth from the shadows, one that was consumed with a darkness he had not seen before, with this his snapped from his trance and would have grabbed for his blade at his side to defend himself. However he did not instead his emerald eyes shifted over to the position of where the shadows came from in his vision. This male was not in the best of moods to be watched, the prophet approached this god clearly, why couldn't this lesser being do the same. Using his hand he reached out toward the shadow and gently called hither with his clawed finger. He could not hide from a prophet. With this his lips began to purse, and then he spoke, his voice gentle yet demanding. Going to twist a few lies and powers to scare the new member of the group.

" You hide before Norubu, Prophet of the Malakai child, no matter what form of shadow you hide behind, nor how hard you hide your body, I can sense your mind. I can see within your mind and read what you will do. I suggest you come forth and show yourself."

[yahikokr]

Heh... that serene feeling the red haired male draws around himself... its almost insulting to my evil nature...

Jashin only seemed a bit amused at this point... though excited and even a bit nervous, as he'd never seen any other race then his own. However, he did step out of the shadows. But before doing so he took a good look at the other fellow in the back... he could feel that eerie aura emanating from him. He knew this would be someone he'd like, evil like himself. Jashin looked at his crimson eyes and twisted face... ooh the joy of seeing a similar creature to himself. After 10 seconds, he looked up at the raining sky with his emerald eyes, just out of curiosity. This was a bit weird, as Jashin's head fell to the left side of his face as well as Sien's, but this was just out of curiosity as well. Looking at the red haired male directly with his emerald iris popping out of the black eyeball, Jashin stood still for a few more moments.

Is he... a Malaki...? Well he's probably hearing these thoughts as he said he'd feel my mind... ehh fuck it.

Finally coming out after a few more moments, he kept looking at the one who called him out, trying to seek the heart he had to have. Jashin's eyebrows curled... he could not understand such thing that felt almost disgusting to him. That rather different, opposite, aura he emanated compared to the other male disturbed Jashin to the point that he wanted to throw up. Gross. He thought.

"Huuuuuuuuuhh...."--discreet as he was, Jashin just could not keep the excitement hidden within his empty heart. He knew who the one in the back was. It was only natural to recognize such twisted eyes after so many years reading that document from Azrazel. One he still had with him, put away in his clothes.

...

This was starting to get a bit freaky. Jashin just stood there, a couple of meters from the Malaki, looking straight at he at least thought was Sien. It went on for a few more moments. Already about 5 minutes were wasted here, as Jashin was cunning, trying to hide his cunningness by not thinking in words at all. But still, he thought the red haired male could feel his dark aura... seeking out his foul heart.

"Huuuuuuuunn.... heh-heh-heh..." Still standing there looking straight at Sien, Jashin let out an evil chuckle. Yes, it was mentioned before, but he was excited. It was like seeing "daddy" for the first time. He was itching to talk to him. but he still kept that discreet side to him, not letting out a single word from the lips covered by his mask. Of course all that could be seen of him right now would be the eerie shine of his dark emerald eyes, as his face was covered by his black and white hair.

He waited. Just like evryone else. He simply, waited.

[sien, THE ILLUSIVE]

The Malaki was putting alot of effort into how he moved, how he shifted. It was as if he was trying to mirror Sien's thoughts, this constant movement amused him. His glance once again flicked to Niare and a half smile played its way upon his lips, there was insanity in that single gesture, something that claimed to be evil and malicious. His tongue escaped his lips and wet them slightly, the movement was similar to how a snake would test the atmosphere, finding prey and seeking it out. In a sense, Sien was similar to a snake, for prey could not hide from him, his venom seeped into the atmosphere, contaminating anything on sight. One would merely have to venture into the realm of Azrazel to notice this truth, even in his absence the darkness within his heart and his soul had mutated Azrazel beyond recognition. These days, it was nothing more than a cloak of darkness. But soon, behind this cloak, an army would grow. A vast army, with only a single unanimous purpose to it. Destruction.

Norubu spoke, his words were carefully chosen, evident by the pauses and hesitation that Sien heard. Juudas had created strange beings, they had a way of intending to be equal with those around them, yet the way they wen't about it made them seem as if they were assuming superiority. Sien raised a single, slender eyebrow in contempt and his lips thinned a little more. Rarely did he speak with such beings as the Malaki, for they reminded him of everything he hated, and of everything he intended to destroy. Juudas would not be the first they destroyed, no. He and Niare had already decided their plot, for years of confinement had given him the thinking time that made his plan well developed. Korvhan would be the first to go, he would be the example for the others. Then, when hysteria was on the brink of being aroused, Sien and Niare would take their team to Lucivar. But would they destroy him then? Oh no. They would win him over, give him the offer of fighting. If he refused, they would take him down also, and then ... oh yes, then they would take Juudas. With no allies and nowhere to run. He would fall all too easily. It would be a joke really.

But They were prepared to laugh.

"In your journal? Are we seen as merely a literary piece, worthy of nothing but 'polite interest'. I would have thought that after such time; such events. We would be worthy of more."

Although his words were whispered and calm, there was a contemptuous undertone that sent shivers of a cold wind through the atmosphere. Was it childish of him that he thought he deserved more than writings in the journal of Malaki? One glance toward Niare told him that no, he deserved what it was he wanted. Very few could have done what he did, few could sever the bonds of four separate Gods. Two being those who had created the Sun and the Moon. No. Sien was right to demand more.

Once again his tongue coated his lips in a layer of saliva as he stared at the red haired Malaki. His ignorance was annoying, Sien would like nothing more than to show him his ignorance. Perhaps removing his brain and disecting it before him would prove something to the Malaki. But no. Sien shook his head. This creature, Norubu, would be dead before the first incision had been made, there would be no fun in that and no lesson would be taught. He would have to think of another way, but that had never been his area of expertise. Yes, he was cunning and delibrate. But subtlety and instruction, were two areas that Niare always took the lead in.

Crimson eyes moved to the shadows where his child remained hidden. A flash of anger was momentarily evident in Sien's expression before it melted away, returning to that eerie calm that left an emotionless exterior. Had his abscence merely taught the Daemi to become cowards? Did his own child cower in the shadows, where his enemy approached him outright? He resisted the urge to shake his head in disdain. They would be taught to be feared and not fear, to chase and not to run. Instructions would have to be relearnt. But it would be done. Words were spoken, yet throughout the exchange, Sien remained silent. Standing as still as Niare beside him did, yet throughout this his eyes never left the Daemi's face. Crimson gaze seemed locked, his now auburn hair was lank and wet yet it merely served to make him look more frightening, more disturbing. Strangely, Niare was still dry, her hair was lucious as always, she never got wet, in fact it was as if she repelled the water.

"Have the centuries taught you nothing but to cower in shadows under the guise of darkness?"

The strange anger was once again coating his words, the words directly spoken to his child. Daemi were intended to be malicious creatures, in the beginning they had been, only from the force of Niare and Juudas had their original evil intent been decreased. But over the years, it seemed his creations had become cowards. Sien curled his lips in a cruel sneer, stepping forward just a little.

Waiting.

[yahikokr]

Heh. A 'coward'. That's all they think of me... how irritating.

It seemed as if Jashin's peeking through the bushes led the other two males to think he was hiding from them in fear. No. He only got curious and didn't want to be noticed in case he didn't like the beings talking. All the contrary, he got overly excited to see Sien. He slightly turned his face just once at the Malaki, looking at him with a nasty face, though not visible thanks to the mere fact of it being completely covered up by hair, a mask, and a hood. However, Jashin knew the Malaki would eventually feel his disgust. With evil eyes did he look at him, deep yet empty eyes that grew a thin pupil across them as the young Daemi started to feel more irritated by the second. The reason he took so long to come out of the bushes and why he didn't let out a single word is that he was carefully studying the males' structure and their ways of being, acting, their nature. Slightly turning his head again at Sien after a few seconds, Jashin responded.

"Is that all you think of me? A coward? Why you're very wrong, my friend, I'm just as curious as they come. And I'll only say it because you're here, I've been studying the way you two interact with each other, trying to find something that would eventually clash... if that were to happen."

He paused for a moment, looking at Sien's right. He could feel some of his cold and eerie aura there, but there was something else. Oh yes, he could tell there was someone communicating with the deity. However, he was surprised that the Malaki had not reacted to that fourth being in this situation. Little did both the Malaki and young Daemi know that this would all end up against Norubu, if the need came along for them to clash.

"Oh, I'm sorry... heh-heh-heh... Saying things like 'clash', that's very rude of me. I hope that didn't sound offensive. Oh, and you can call me Shinzo."

Again, Jashin could tell that Norubu felt his evil heart, and that he was obviously giving him a fake name. Even if it was his original name, nobody ever called him that anymore. Jashin even tried to say it as nicely as possible, even if it didn't work for such a gruesome fellow. He turned his head once again at Sien, waiting for his response. Another few seconds passed, as he knew Sien made a slight, unnoticable evil gesture every few seconds as he occasionally looked to his right. Jashin noticed this from watching them earlier.

And yet again, he waited. Looking straight at Sien, waited.

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(OOC: I know the 'waiting...' at the end of the post is getting a bit annoying, but it's kinda inevtiable by now!! DX)