Chaos always reaped the cosmos. It was a necessary balance to uphold. At the heart of this pinnacle there were stars, and from them spawned transcendent beings known as the Vaalen. Reciprocates of fate, Avatars of Creation, they accepted the responsibility of which power had bestowed upon them. Their presence went unnoticed by most sentient and transient beings. Like flickers in time, they acted as chronometers to all that dwell within space itself. The very creators of the Vaalen would also be the source of their power, which inevitably, would consume them. Star-eaters. Several echelons existed within the species' ranks, often prescribed in accordance to the name structure that the individuals had been given. In some ways these names acted like dynamic families, constantly changing in size due to the progression of the inhabitants within the cohorts. One simply did not stay in a single family forever, less they be a doomed spawn, a Rurokai, known as The Stagnant. Fate, as it stood, was a constant task to be adhered to. Blips on the radar that blossomed as out-liars were to be dealt with accordingly.
"I should have you demoted for this failure, Serono Verokai, Taskmaster of the Fifth Realm. How do you expect to reason yourself out of letting the Abaasy escape?" From his kneeled state, Serono took the foreseen lecture he knew he would receive upon returning empty handed. It was not like him to fail a mission, even in his several millennia of existing. The mission had he had been tasked with had its complications, many of which he chose not to divulge for a variety of reasons. Vaalen were a species purely of the cosmos, missions taken just as seriously as the transcendence they had attained. While in his true form Serono looked intimidating, terrifying even. The Vaalen's skin appeared black, scaled over several times with tiles of sleek black. Claws curled backward toward his wrists, spaced just enough to slot the limb between the middle-most ones. Great horns adorned the crown of his skull, his shoulders and elbows. In some lore he would be regarded as a demon, but as a symbol of fate he ensured that all actions committed were out of duty and respect to the equilibrium of the universe. A long tail lashed from side to side on the ground, scaled and reptilian with an onyx appearance. These beings were not soft. They were not fair in appearance like many others who considered themselves 'immortal' as well. Vaalen outlived all- even the stars trembled in their presence.
The Verokai raised his chin, bright white eyes looking upon the Hiero counsel that questioned him. "Although not in my hands, I do have the Abaasy constantly tracked. I know where she is at any given moment. Finding her would not be much of a problem." When he spoke his long fangs came into view, sharp and serrated on the backends. A long, ashen cloak and robe covered the rest of the Vaalen's appearance, draped along the ground all around him. Here, within the home planet of the Vaalen was the only location where his kind were allowed to resemble their true form. Still, there were others much more powerful than he and much, much more frightening. Serono knew his place.
"Yet you let her go? Why? She was just a demon." said Titus from his gilded throne. Massive wings shifted and fidgeted from the Elder Vaalen's shoulderblades, black and dragon-like. "Not only is the Abaasy at large, but now there are other disturbances in the galaxy piling up in a rapid manner. Our attention is required in multiple locations- as it always is."
It was not possible to explain the truths behind why Serono was no longer pursuing the demon anymore. The counsel would rip him apart if he spoke upon the interactions that took place. "While the Abaasy is tagged I can temporarily divert my duty to these newfound locations. Direct me. I will see to the mission of fate." Bress, the Abaasy, was not a topic that Serono wanted to linger on for very long. The fewer questions asked, the better. Back in time, the reality of the situation was that Serono hadn't let her go because he had to, but because he wanted to. The deal between the demon and himself was that she lie low for a while. If she did, she would have time to rest. However, were Bress to start dismantling the order of the universe again it would be unavoidable that Serono find her again. He wasn't lying when he said she was tagged. The nature of how he tagged her is what he wanted to keep secret.
"For now," another voice chimed in, Q'tai. "You will be weaving several dimensions together. Fate has decreed that certain beings must.. cross paths. Do not take lives and do not imprison anyone in a negative-space nexus." The look Serono received afterward was a hard one, as if he had gotten in trouble for doing such a thing before. Another surveillance mission? Working the wheels of fate without directly inserting oneself into the action was tedious and unrewarding most of the time. Even with that, Serono knew better than to question the commands of the counsel considering the predicament he was in. A deep nod followed, white eyes covered by black lids.
"It will be done."
"Your first destination will be on an isolated planet belonging to an undead cohort. I believe they call themselves La Sombra. The vampires are not what we have interest in- but the superhuman who is mid-mission on the planet's surface. His name is Arcinax. You are to retrieve him from the planet and transport him via wormhole. The final destination of this being will be determined by the time you find him. Go now."
"He will be retrieved and transported as ordered. I will go immediately." There was no need to ask about conflict concerning the mission. Serono was convinced that nothing could stand up against him as he was. So far, nothing proved him wrong. This superhuman was still just a human. A final nod was given as Serono's body became consumed by light, dissipating to bolt away at light-speed.
"Do not fail us, Serono. You have lived and done far too much to lose what you have earned."
Fate was with him. No. He was fate.
"I should have you demoted for this failure, Serono Verokai, Taskmaster of the Fifth Realm. How do you expect to reason yourself out of letting the Abaasy escape?" From his kneeled state, Serono took the foreseen lecture he knew he would receive upon returning empty handed. It was not like him to fail a mission, even in his several millennia of existing. The mission had he had been tasked with had its complications, many of which he chose not to divulge for a variety of reasons. Vaalen were a species purely of the cosmos, missions taken just as seriously as the transcendence they had attained. While in his true form Serono looked intimidating, terrifying even. The Vaalen's skin appeared black, scaled over several times with tiles of sleek black. Claws curled backward toward his wrists, spaced just enough to slot the limb between the middle-most ones. Great horns adorned the crown of his skull, his shoulders and elbows. In some lore he would be regarded as a demon, but as a symbol of fate he ensured that all actions committed were out of duty and respect to the equilibrium of the universe. A long tail lashed from side to side on the ground, scaled and reptilian with an onyx appearance. These beings were not soft. They were not fair in appearance like many others who considered themselves 'immortal' as well. Vaalen outlived all- even the stars trembled in their presence.
The Verokai raised his chin, bright white eyes looking upon the Hiero counsel that questioned him. "Although not in my hands, I do have the Abaasy constantly tracked. I know where she is at any given moment. Finding her would not be much of a problem." When he spoke his long fangs came into view, sharp and serrated on the backends. A long, ashen cloak and robe covered the rest of the Vaalen's appearance, draped along the ground all around him. Here, within the home planet of the Vaalen was the only location where his kind were allowed to resemble their true form. Still, there were others much more powerful than he and much, much more frightening. Serono knew his place.
"Yet you let her go? Why? She was just a demon." said Titus from his gilded throne. Massive wings shifted and fidgeted from the Elder Vaalen's shoulderblades, black and dragon-like. "Not only is the Abaasy at large, but now there are other disturbances in the galaxy piling up in a rapid manner. Our attention is required in multiple locations- as it always is."
It was not possible to explain the truths behind why Serono was no longer pursuing the demon anymore. The counsel would rip him apart if he spoke upon the interactions that took place. "While the Abaasy is tagged I can temporarily divert my duty to these newfound locations. Direct me. I will see to the mission of fate." Bress, the Abaasy, was not a topic that Serono wanted to linger on for very long. The fewer questions asked, the better. Back in time, the reality of the situation was that Serono hadn't let her go because he had to, but because he wanted to. The deal between the demon and himself was that she lie low for a while. If she did, she would have time to rest. However, were Bress to start dismantling the order of the universe again it would be unavoidable that Serono find her again. He wasn't lying when he said she was tagged. The nature of how he tagged her is what he wanted to keep secret.
"For now," another voice chimed in, Q'tai. "You will be weaving several dimensions together. Fate has decreed that certain beings must.. cross paths. Do not take lives and do not imprison anyone in a negative-space nexus." The look Serono received afterward was a hard one, as if he had gotten in trouble for doing such a thing before. Another surveillance mission? Working the wheels of fate without directly inserting oneself into the action was tedious and unrewarding most of the time. Even with that, Serono knew better than to question the commands of the counsel considering the predicament he was in. A deep nod followed, white eyes covered by black lids.
"It will be done."
"Your first destination will be on an isolated planet belonging to an undead cohort. I believe they call themselves La Sombra. The vampires are not what we have interest in- but the superhuman who is mid-mission on the planet's surface. His name is Arcinax. You are to retrieve him from the planet and transport him via wormhole. The final destination of this being will be determined by the time you find him. Go now."
"He will be retrieved and transported as ordered. I will go immediately." There was no need to ask about conflict concerning the mission. Serono was convinced that nothing could stand up against him as he was. So far, nothing proved him wrong. This superhuman was still just a human. A final nod was given as Serono's body became consumed by light, dissipating to bolt away at light-speed.
"Do not fail us, Serono. You have lived and done far too much to lose what you have earned."
Fate was with him. No. He was fate.
Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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