Time was a fickle thing. Within the palm of his hand, there was no such thing as speed. There was only time. To bend it- to control it was within his power when in his realm. Such an ability was required in order to ascend to the topmost tier of the Hierarchy. The final echelon withheld the strongest of the Vaalen and although Serono was at the third tier, he was a power unrivaled by other beings. Not fresh to the rank, Serono had worn it for centuries on end. A few more stars consumed, a few more planets altered and ascension may have been possible once more. Were he to rise to Tsunotai, his power would increase exponentially. It was only a matter of time. This entity he finally had his grasp on would be his key to the title of Hierarch. Even if it took him several more millennia it would not matter. Time was a fickle thing.
At the summit of his planet Serono stood before the beacon. It was a door, a webway to an infinite number of dimensions. As their power increased Vaalen expanded the potential of dimensions they could travel to, or rather, tether together as a means of instant transport to and fro. A spacial flux opened in front of the Vaalen, slowly consuming him as his real appearance dissolved away. Only the home world could see him as he was. Through the warp he went, shot across the vast gulf of time and space in an instant. This Arcinax character was the person of interest, a superhuman of some sort. Analysis suggested that he was part of a large Empire governed by a power known as the Inquisition. With the awakening of technology and genetic experimentation they were more progressed than many other sentient beings in the galaxy. One thing held a ceiling above them, they were still human.
Smog and decay met Serono as he breathed in the atmosphere of this new planet. There was no wind. Light was scarce. It seemed dead, forlorn, a home to those who are lost. Something dwelled underneath the surface of the planet, something ancient. The elders may not have known of it yet, but Serono could feel it. True evil was present, but that wasn't the reason Serono had arrived at this planet. White eyes slowly filled in with bright green irises. Though unnatural, it was the only feature that differentiated the Vaalen from a standard human being other than his seven foot height. His black cloak wrapped around his figure, hood draped over his crown to obscure the entirety of his face save for his glowing eyes. To hunt a human was a much more simple task than an Abaasy. Even a superhuman couldn't travel through dimensions at a rapid rate. A simple step turned into a massive leap which carried the Vaalen high up into the sky, gliding through the air like a predatory bird, a figure of blackness which blended in with the starless sky. On a rooftop he landed, without a sound, without a mark. Curious eyes scanned the landscape, looking for tracks. BOOM! An explosion lit a nearby area with orange and yellow, fire roaring upward until it was smothered by the toxic atmosphere of the planet. The marker was present long enough for Serono to pinpoint the location, immediately appearing on another rooftop above the scene. Another scan was given as several heavily armed soldiers moved along a vacant street, a pale female in tow. Directly in front of her stood a towering human, clad in gilded armor and crests. Serono noticed the several ribbons and lanyards that were hung on and pinned to the man's thick armor. Whoever this was, he was decorated.
"That must be him.."
It did not matter. Vaalen were eons ahead of Humans. An interaction had to be made with this person of interest no matter what ensued. In the next moment Serono disappeared from his previous position and reappeared within Arcinax's formation. What Serono's superiors forgot to tell him was how prone to violence these creatures were. Words could not be uttered before one of the armored soldiers was wheeling around and leaping at the Vaalen. The sound of jetpack thrusters directed Serono's attention to his right flank as chainswords loudly swung at him. It was a cute attempt at an attack. Unparalleled speed accompanied the Vaalen as he pivoted on his heel, arm extended with an onyx luster. The very surface of his body shifted in form, taking the appearance of a large black blade which was connected directly to him. Though the collision didn't seem strong at first, the impact of Serono's blade against the soldier's sent the Vaalen's opposition in the opposite direction at terminal velocity. Force alone was enough to punch the soldier through wall after wall of every building in his path until he met a crashing end over four hundred meters away. The power Serono demonstrated was only a taste of his capabilities. Bright eyes locked onto Arcinax, black cloak billowing on its own.
"Arcinax Grimnar.. You are to come with me, now." Despite being surrounded by Imperium soldiers Serono did not waver. He was fully aware of his power's potential, how easy it would be to incapacitate all of these 'superhumans'. The onyx blade dropped down by the Vaalen's side. As the tip struck the ground it caved inward until the sword melded back into Serono's body. A current of its own began to whirl around the Vaalen, kicking up dust and sediment as he spoke again.
"Do not fight me- resistance is futile. You are my sole interest. Do not make this harder than it has to be.." Onyx claws extended forth on both of Serono's hands, curved like talons. "It would be within your best intentions."
At the summit of his planet Serono stood before the beacon. It was a door, a webway to an infinite number of dimensions. As their power increased Vaalen expanded the potential of dimensions they could travel to, or rather, tether together as a means of instant transport to and fro. A spacial flux opened in front of the Vaalen, slowly consuming him as his real appearance dissolved away. Only the home world could see him as he was. Through the warp he went, shot across the vast gulf of time and space in an instant. This Arcinax character was the person of interest, a superhuman of some sort. Analysis suggested that he was part of a large Empire governed by a power known as the Inquisition. With the awakening of technology and genetic experimentation they were more progressed than many other sentient beings in the galaxy. One thing held a ceiling above them, they were still human.
Smog and decay met Serono as he breathed in the atmosphere of this new planet. There was no wind. Light was scarce. It seemed dead, forlorn, a home to those who are lost. Something dwelled underneath the surface of the planet, something ancient. The elders may not have known of it yet, but Serono could feel it. True evil was present, but that wasn't the reason Serono had arrived at this planet. White eyes slowly filled in with bright green irises. Though unnatural, it was the only feature that differentiated the Vaalen from a standard human being other than his seven foot height. His black cloak wrapped around his figure, hood draped over his crown to obscure the entirety of his face save for his glowing eyes. To hunt a human was a much more simple task than an Abaasy. Even a superhuman couldn't travel through dimensions at a rapid rate. A simple step turned into a massive leap which carried the Vaalen high up into the sky, gliding through the air like a predatory bird, a figure of blackness which blended in with the starless sky. On a rooftop he landed, without a sound, without a mark. Curious eyes scanned the landscape, looking for tracks. BOOM! An explosion lit a nearby area with orange and yellow, fire roaring upward until it was smothered by the toxic atmosphere of the planet. The marker was present long enough for Serono to pinpoint the location, immediately appearing on another rooftop above the scene. Another scan was given as several heavily armed soldiers moved along a vacant street, a pale female in tow. Directly in front of her stood a towering human, clad in gilded armor and crests. Serono noticed the several ribbons and lanyards that were hung on and pinned to the man's thick armor. Whoever this was, he was decorated.
"That must be him.."
It did not matter. Vaalen were eons ahead of Humans. An interaction had to be made with this person of interest no matter what ensued. In the next moment Serono disappeared from his previous position and reappeared within Arcinax's formation. What Serono's superiors forgot to tell him was how prone to violence these creatures were. Words could not be uttered before one of the armored soldiers was wheeling around and leaping at the Vaalen. The sound of jetpack thrusters directed Serono's attention to his right flank as chainswords loudly swung at him. It was a cute attempt at an attack. Unparalleled speed accompanied the Vaalen as he pivoted on his heel, arm extended with an onyx luster. The very surface of his body shifted in form, taking the appearance of a large black blade which was connected directly to him. Though the collision didn't seem strong at first, the impact of Serono's blade against the soldier's sent the Vaalen's opposition in the opposite direction at terminal velocity. Force alone was enough to punch the soldier through wall after wall of every building in his path until he met a crashing end over four hundred meters away. The power Serono demonstrated was only a taste of his capabilities. Bright eyes locked onto Arcinax, black cloak billowing on its own.
"Arcinax Grimnar.. You are to come with me, now." Despite being surrounded by Imperium soldiers Serono did not waver. He was fully aware of his power's potential, how easy it would be to incapacitate all of these 'superhumans'. The onyx blade dropped down by the Vaalen's side. As the tip struck the ground it caved inward until the sword melded back into Serono's body. A current of its own began to whirl around the Vaalen, kicking up dust and sediment as he spoke again.
"Do not fight me- resistance is futile. You are my sole interest. Do not make this harder than it has to be.." Onyx claws extended forth on both of Serono's hands, curved like talons. "It would be within your best intentions."
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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