<img style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="Zeno" src="http://i.imgur.com/la9dRBd.png]Zeno did not sit by as an idle bystander, a passenger in the car while the universe passed him on by. An oddity this one was, far older than he ever appeared and more insidious than that wicked, unassuming smile could possibly give off at a glance. Under the surface of the skin he wore as a guise lurked a beast that had an eternal hunger unable to be satiated by reasonable methods. Zeno's desire was not complex in its origin. Who did not want? There did not exist a single soul out in the endless expanse of space that had no aspiration, hidden or otherwise. The abomination went beyond the mortal coil; he was a ravenous monster that would devoured all that he encountered standing in his path. Zeno would do the impossible, and that was to cram every last bit of information into his ancient, cruel intellect.
A man from moderate beginnings, no one could have peered into his past to see a boy as human as those around him. Perchance an emperor, holding inside the will to rise up take what was rightfully his. Within one small tribe on Earth over four millennia ago when the Babylonians were dominating the land did an inhuman hand intervene to gift the youth with ability to alter his then doomed fate. Zeno never let insight into his former life fester for even the briefest of moments within another, such impudence at gleaming origins from the man were crushed with extreme prejudice. His past was his own to solely hold, and the future there for him to grasp within those frigid digits of his.
The days were counted meticulously as each second ticked over to the next cycle; it has been a busy four hundred and seven years, forty-seven days, five hours, and fifty-nine...no, six hours now. In this time Zeno had wrested control of the corporation that he'd put a significant portion of his modern life into. A long and calculated take over initiated when he finally managed to corrupt enough branches to follow his lead, and countless pawns wrapped up in his scheming web. There was no singular boss to kill off in order to take his place, but rather a widespread council that decided in tandem, each with their individual chapter under them so to speak. He could not pick them off one by one, lest the rest turn their gaze on Zeno all together in an attempt to wipe out the insurgence. If that had occurred there would be but ashes left to rain down around his bloodied form in the carnage. No, what Zeno performed was an orchestral masterpiece. Funny how in an inquiry to bring light to nagging thoughts that several members had about just how far his desire for power went, that he would show them how right they were.
With everyone in place and the skill to control the fallout, Zeno let them see into the heart of evil where their souls would spend an eternity within the abyss. These men and women were not warriors. Seedy and intelligent politicians would be a fitting deception for the group, unfortunately for them Zeno had been called both and even more so. This had only been the beginning though, a dominant presence merely on Gaia would not adequately serve the man whose intentions extended into the stars beyond. The corporation had no name before, no figure head to call its leader, but Zeno in all of his vanity changed such policy. With his vile tendrils he strengthened already existing connections that were present all across the globe, making it known that it all came back to him as he constricted his hold across the channels that had the capability to see. From there he'd abuse the vast influence gained and a nearly limitless wealth to expand his reach as he traveled from one sentient star system to the next.
More akin to an empire now, it was still but a means to an end. Everything gained through it would be funneled back to Zeno where he feasted like a gluttonous fiend. There was no break in his conquests; in some places he was to revered as a god, others he was a name to cower from like a force of natural destruction. In the past his torment came upon people as an indiscriminate wave. One managed to leave such a searing mark in that twisted mind of his to give purpose to the swathes of chaos he sewed across the universe. Chance Arden, a depraved creation not unlike himself. He sought her out in a way that a moon orbited its planetoid but could never quite reach it. One day however, he'd collide with such a display as to bring ruin to both.
His obsession over Chance was absolute, and he would not take no for an answer.
Their first encounter had be one of serendipity, in an alleyway in an ocean-side city that he'd made his stomping grounds for a fair bit centuries ago. With her back scraping against the rough brick of the wall, and his cock burred inside her slick folds. The presence of the Fae mixed with his own like their fluids in a way he'd not understand until time had passed on by. This lead him to perform acts of the purest evil in order to wrench her attention his way. He'd gone so far as to steal away her kin, her sister Fortune and cannibalize the tanned woman with fire red hair to have Chance peer into his very being. Now he spent his freedom in chasing after her like a loyal dog. Zeno did not want anyone to love him, certainly not buxom blonde; he wanted her unfiltered hatred towards him. What he could ask for most was if she were to never forget the man, every moment the monster came to her thoughts he wanted her to visibly express it. If the two met once more he desired her under his gaze him scowling up at his cocky features and screaming his name as he fucked her senseless. Even insanity couldn't describe Zeno.
"...so when you input this command here, Mr. Ralin..."
Icy blue orbs were brought back to the present and down at the man the words came from as the technician droned on about what Zeno had requested about earlier. Audibly did he give a trio of brief tuts as his sucked in his teeth with the mention of his surname. "Alan was it? You know not to use my name. Now one more time, how do I access the hidden archives I had installed and search for the files I want? I also want to pull them to an external device." His drawl came out as well spoken as someone with his patience possessed, but it was limited in dealing with common rabble like this one. That said Alan was trusted enough to not even have the slightest inkling of curiosity to peek at the said information locked away. Or rather that he knew that if he did there were far worse punishments to be laid down besides death. Zeno was not the most technically savvy individual, perhaps surprisingly so. Having the almost encyclopedic intellect that he did was wonderful, especially when coupled with his deep understanding of fighting style and magical abilities. All that knowledge left him slow to have out mundane subjects not often used to the forefront. It was obvious to the beast that he could simply absorb the poor fool and have the ability to do what needed to be done in an instant. That meant finding a new specialist for this position, and this would leave an even bigger pain in the ass than listening to this drone ramble on in technical jargon.
Eventually, Zeno sent Alan on his way so as to be left alone in the constant hum of server room, air chilled to a comfortable degree to the icy demon to keep the equipment from overheating. Awkwardly and with hesitant pauses did those fingers tap on the glass panel of the terminal to scroll to the archive that the law firm of Graham & Rakhshine had buried away within their systems. The pair of corporate lawyers were pawns like many, these two not even competent in their field. They were excellent figures to lead the dummy company though, well spoken and respectable in appearance. The AI structures programs implemented throughout the entire building could handle even the most complex of cases with ease, and all sensitive documents obtained through the work brought in was well filtered and deposited in the archive Zeno was now picking files out of. Hell, this business practically ran itself, not to mention that it put a decent profit in the bank as well as invaluable information that he'd certainly abuse to curry favors and territory. The light from the screen dimmed as Zeno pulled a small stick from the tall rack of devices before turning to leave the room altogether.
Out of the highly contained and filtered environment, Zeno took a long slow breath as if to refill his person with the filth that air of the company possessed. His breath would hitch in his lungs, audibly his teeth would crack at the sudden pressure put on them. Over the years Zeno trained himself well in how to track down the Fae, they were a delectable meal he did not often have the chance to savor. In a crowd those eyes could tear through the glamor they cloaked themselves in to hide away their supernatural features. The Fae in general carried unique scent as most races did that he could discern when one was nearby. This one however, was one that he'd encountered once prior; a special woman that he shared a bond with that few had survived.
Fortune Vereaux.
Lids closing he inhaled one last time, following her through the ventilation system of the building to the floor where she currently resided on. Then as if instinctively he made his way into the elevator and hit the 88th floor's button which would send him four floors down. The lighting in the box dimmed as his aura flared, elemental chill freezing the gasses in the bulb. It was a short ride, but in that time a thick layer of frost had formed within the small enclosure making the sliding doors struggle to open. Revealed to the long hallway was a fair skinned man standing at just over six feet, with eyes a light blue and sharp as daggers. The creature was dressed in attire which left him far more presentable than he typically came off as, not to mention actually fitting his broad, chiseled form. He wore his normal black slacks along with matching jacket which came coupled with a maroon vest, white dress shirt buttoned all the way up, and a black tie. Before stepping out of the elevator he sent it back on its way to the first floor with a slap of his fingers across the console. Down the hall sat his scarlet topped darling at the secretary desk, all alone save for the devil in the suit who had no qualms about progressing further on.
"Fortune!" Zeno would let loose her name as roar in a manner that was a rarity these days. As with the elevator, the narrow glass tubes lighting the room popped one by one as the area almost immediately dropped down below thirty degrees in a flash freeze. Those pearly whites in that crazed smile of his were left shining by the limited lighting. At least, what little remained unbroken as well as what leaked in from the large window panes which were fogging over with ice slowly but surely. "Have you missed me, have you missed us? Because I sure have."
There was no way to prepare for what his insanity could possibly lead him to next, and Fortune was left increasingly trapped as he got ever closer.
The nightmare was real.
A man from moderate beginnings, no one could have peered into his past to see a boy as human as those around him. Perchance an emperor, holding inside the will to rise up take what was rightfully his. Within one small tribe on Earth over four millennia ago when the Babylonians were dominating the land did an inhuman hand intervene to gift the youth with ability to alter his then doomed fate. Zeno never let insight into his former life fester for even the briefest of moments within another, such impudence at gleaming origins from the man were crushed with extreme prejudice. His past was his own to solely hold, and the future there for him to grasp within those frigid digits of his.
The days were counted meticulously as each second ticked over to the next cycle; it has been a busy four hundred and seven years, forty-seven days, five hours, and fifty-nine...no, six hours now. In this time Zeno had wrested control of the corporation that he'd put a significant portion of his modern life into. A long and calculated take over initiated when he finally managed to corrupt enough branches to follow his lead, and countless pawns wrapped up in his scheming web. There was no singular boss to kill off in order to take his place, but rather a widespread council that decided in tandem, each with their individual chapter under them so to speak. He could not pick them off one by one, lest the rest turn their gaze on Zeno all together in an attempt to wipe out the insurgence. If that had occurred there would be but ashes left to rain down around his bloodied form in the carnage. No, what Zeno performed was an orchestral masterpiece. Funny how in an inquiry to bring light to nagging thoughts that several members had about just how far his desire for power went, that he would show them how right they were.
With everyone in place and the skill to control the fallout, Zeno let them see into the heart of evil where their souls would spend an eternity within the abyss. These men and women were not warriors. Seedy and intelligent politicians would be a fitting deception for the group, unfortunately for them Zeno had been called both and even more so. This had only been the beginning though, a dominant presence merely on Gaia would not adequately serve the man whose intentions extended into the stars beyond. The corporation had no name before, no figure head to call its leader, but Zeno in all of his vanity changed such policy. With his vile tendrils he strengthened already existing connections that were present all across the globe, making it known that it all came back to him as he constricted his hold across the channels that had the capability to see. From there he'd abuse the vast influence gained and a nearly limitless wealth to expand his reach as he traveled from one sentient star system to the next.
More akin to an empire now, it was still but a means to an end. Everything gained through it would be funneled back to Zeno where he feasted like a gluttonous fiend. There was no break in his conquests; in some places he was to revered as a god, others he was a name to cower from like a force of natural destruction. In the past his torment came upon people as an indiscriminate wave. One managed to leave such a searing mark in that twisted mind of his to give purpose to the swathes of chaos he sewed across the universe. Chance Arden, a depraved creation not unlike himself. He sought her out in a way that a moon orbited its planetoid but could never quite reach it. One day however, he'd collide with such a display as to bring ruin to both.
His obsession over Chance was absolute, and he would not take no for an answer.
Their first encounter had be one of serendipity, in an alleyway in an ocean-side city that he'd made his stomping grounds for a fair bit centuries ago. With her back scraping against the rough brick of the wall, and his cock burred inside her slick folds. The presence of the Fae mixed with his own like their fluids in a way he'd not understand until time had passed on by. This lead him to perform acts of the purest evil in order to wrench her attention his way. He'd gone so far as to steal away her kin, her sister Fortune and cannibalize the tanned woman with fire red hair to have Chance peer into his very being. Now he spent his freedom in chasing after her like a loyal dog. Zeno did not want anyone to love him, certainly not buxom blonde; he wanted her unfiltered hatred towards him. What he could ask for most was if she were to never forget the man, every moment the monster came to her thoughts he wanted her to visibly express it. If the two met once more he desired her under his gaze him scowling up at his cocky features and screaming his name as he fucked her senseless. Even insanity couldn't describe Zeno.
"...so when you input this command here, Mr. Ralin..."
Icy blue orbs were brought back to the present and down at the man the words came from as the technician droned on about what Zeno had requested about earlier. Audibly did he give a trio of brief tuts as his sucked in his teeth with the mention of his surname. "Alan was it? You know not to use my name. Now one more time, how do I access the hidden archives I had installed and search for the files I want? I also want to pull them to an external device." His drawl came out as well spoken as someone with his patience possessed, but it was limited in dealing with common rabble like this one. That said Alan was trusted enough to not even have the slightest inkling of curiosity to peek at the said information locked away. Or rather that he knew that if he did there were far worse punishments to be laid down besides death. Zeno was not the most technically savvy individual, perhaps surprisingly so. Having the almost encyclopedic intellect that he did was wonderful, especially when coupled with his deep understanding of fighting style and magical abilities. All that knowledge left him slow to have out mundane subjects not often used to the forefront. It was obvious to the beast that he could simply absorb the poor fool and have the ability to do what needed to be done in an instant. That meant finding a new specialist for this position, and this would leave an even bigger pain in the ass than listening to this drone ramble on in technical jargon.
Eventually, Zeno sent Alan on his way so as to be left alone in the constant hum of server room, air chilled to a comfortable degree to the icy demon to keep the equipment from overheating. Awkwardly and with hesitant pauses did those fingers tap on the glass panel of the terminal to scroll to the archive that the law firm of Graham & Rakhshine had buried away within their systems. The pair of corporate lawyers were pawns like many, these two not even competent in their field. They were excellent figures to lead the dummy company though, well spoken and respectable in appearance. The AI structures programs implemented throughout the entire building could handle even the most complex of cases with ease, and all sensitive documents obtained through the work brought in was well filtered and deposited in the archive Zeno was now picking files out of. Hell, this business practically ran itself, not to mention that it put a decent profit in the bank as well as invaluable information that he'd certainly abuse to curry favors and territory. The light from the screen dimmed as Zeno pulled a small stick from the tall rack of devices before turning to leave the room altogether.
Out of the highly contained and filtered environment, Zeno took a long slow breath as if to refill his person with the filth that air of the company possessed. His breath would hitch in his lungs, audibly his teeth would crack at the sudden pressure put on them. Over the years Zeno trained himself well in how to track down the Fae, they were a delectable meal he did not often have the chance to savor. In a crowd those eyes could tear through the glamor they cloaked themselves in to hide away their supernatural features. The Fae in general carried unique scent as most races did that he could discern when one was nearby. This one however, was one that he'd encountered once prior; a special woman that he shared a bond with that few had survived.
Fortune Vereaux.
Lids closing he inhaled one last time, following her through the ventilation system of the building to the floor where she currently resided on. Then as if instinctively he made his way into the elevator and hit the 88th floor's button which would send him four floors down. The lighting in the box dimmed as his aura flared, elemental chill freezing the gasses in the bulb. It was a short ride, but in that time a thick layer of frost had formed within the small enclosure making the sliding doors struggle to open. Revealed to the long hallway was a fair skinned man standing at just over six feet, with eyes a light blue and sharp as daggers. The creature was dressed in attire which left him far more presentable than he typically came off as, not to mention actually fitting his broad, chiseled form. He wore his normal black slacks along with matching jacket which came coupled with a maroon vest, white dress shirt buttoned all the way up, and a black tie. Before stepping out of the elevator he sent it back on its way to the first floor with a slap of his fingers across the console. Down the hall sat his scarlet topped darling at the secretary desk, all alone save for the devil in the suit who had no qualms about progressing further on.
"Fortune!" Zeno would let loose her name as roar in a manner that was a rarity these days. As with the elevator, the narrow glass tubes lighting the room popped one by one as the area almost immediately dropped down below thirty degrees in a flash freeze. Those pearly whites in that crazed smile of his were left shining by the limited lighting. At least, what little remained unbroken as well as what leaked in from the large window panes which were fogging over with ice slowly but surely. "Have you missed me, have you missed us? Because I sure have."
There was no way to prepare for what his insanity could possibly lead him to next, and Fortune was left increasingly trapped as he got ever closer.
The nightmare was real.
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