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[Sarkhon]

You have been cordially invited to the Halls of Infiniti Circumitus. Know you are of chosen few and relish in the thoughts of which will unfold before you. The Hall is chilling, elaborate networks of gorgeous tapestries. Three thrones are sat carelessly at the end of this luxurious corridor. Heat, as odd as it is to this place can be felt, in the Distance down a long hall is the vibrant flames of a seemingly flaming chamber. It is here the Smithery is found. Various artist of the metal frameworks can be found here. Place your orders, but be warned, if you do not get what you want you must pay for Round Two. We exist out of the Known Universe, a network so vast it expands the comprehensible knowledge of man. Infiniti Circumitus, a world created by Three, a world governed by Three. Unique is our nature, provide us with all you have my children, these Halls are yours and stretch farther than the Eagle provides you. Languages you cannot comprehend but feel a warmth within your very heart as you read them. Possibly dialects of entities long since passed.

Post Order is as Followed: Sarkhon, Malbolge, Zeit Ensis, Filia Carissima, The Grim Armorer, Arisonus, Agragorn the Celestial, Kyuusei Kirei, Adelaide Villon, GoCloud!, Ill X Ill, Tavaris Morteo, The Intoxicating Siren, blacklyra0, Toxic Fascination, Xx_RitsukaofLoveless_xX

 

[Sarkhon]

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♱ Harbinger of Evolution♱ ♱Antecursor De Malevolentia♱

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"Why?...."

Those were the only words that escaped the parted lips of a man shrouded in darkened clothing. A mirage almost, his imagery fading in and out of a never-ending cataclysmic chamber. Silence ensued his very being as he watched listlessly. Around him spread white to an endless degree, it was his being that shed this light. Lights played about his being, deep auras of vibrant, deep pinks and dark indigos. Eyes hidden behind a mask scanned his area. Was he waiting for something? Was he watching for some slight notion that would spring him into action? No, he was in thought. Betrayal laced many around him. Stabs, each aimed for the very fragile spine. Their points hellbent on tearing apart the disks. They wanted you paralyzed, they wanted you in mortal fear of their presence. Abolish it all, pass it all. His question only pondered why someone would go to such lengths.

He was the Harbinger of Evolution, the force that allowed transferal to another realm for the soul to be provided its worth. He was, by word of Heaven, the Antecursor De Malevolentia, the name given to him by all those he had slain. He, unlike the brethren, knew no such thing as mercy. Even the weakest were treated the same. He was Malice incarnated the needed bond of a playful evil. Just because it was deemed evil did not seem as such. It was true, each slain were given no thoughts, only what they deserved. Maybe this is what derived the namesake, maybe this is what misconstrued him. Either way, he took pride in the Titles he earned through battle and Legacy. He had seen many in his days, he had seen the egotistical values in many of these so-called Legends. Many fell before him, their "Legacies" captured in his essence to add to the total of his persona.

The white splayed like a vast ocean, the Horizon ever expanding to seemingly no end. Around him was his prized possessions, none of which were needed, save a few. This would be the last escapade he held Upo Earth and its Universe, the last time he dealt with the annoying Father. He and a select few were meant only to be the soul caretakers of a new existence. Millenia, billionns of years ago, he spawned a Big Bang, but behind closed doors in another Dead Space he sparked another, a means to escape what would come over the now existent Universe. Silence distilled the new Plane of existence, a thick veil closed the doorway to it, a membrane by Sarkhon's doing, a prevention to interruption and corruption. He determined what came in, and what went out. Powerful as it was he was under some others.

Above him lay the Gods of Before, entities that watched over ALL of Existence and kept the balance by enlisting various Beings such as the one we speak of now. There was a Heaven, there was a Hell, but to speak of them as such would be faulty. They did not hold a grudge against each other, they were Sarkhon's creation, and to stir trouble would be to stir trouble with Sarkhon and his fellow peers. So, the assumption was that he was God as were his comrades. That assumption in itself was not right, but was not wrong as well. It was rather contradictory. There existed Demons, there existed Angels, but they were not opposed. Why? They were given freewill. Humanity held no fear to seeing either one amongst their kind. They were not feared because there natures were that of a Human's as well. They lived, and enjoyed life just as a human but would never feel the cold sting of death by age.

The Council, as it appeared, held dominion, there were those who oversaw this Neo Heaven, and ruled the Neo Hell. Silence overcame the new world, yes, they saw good and evil. As everything was surmised by Sarkhon those of the Hierarchy would only see things as needed. Justificáta Mali, the one who bore a Regal reign over the new Hell was the embodiment of Justified Evil, a justification that it was needed, unwanted by Humanity but needed by those who understood it. Justificáta Bonum, the beautifully gilded ruler of the Heavens, shroud in a veil of white, governed by his thoughts and his fellow Angels. His embodiment was the pure sign of the Justifying factor of Good. He was needed just as his brethren of Evil was. Above them lay the Council, those who rose to power by the Hands that chose to lift them as high as they were given. A power above all needed to be established. It was not an infinite chain but something that to many seemed to stretch farther than many minds could fathom. It seemed to go on forever if the human mind perceived it as such. The perception was not a well thought out solution. In his time of watching the young universe spawn he himself had taken it to make sure a reflection of the Bible was not written, but something that revealed the truth of the higher power.

Infiniti Circumitus originally lay in a desolate section of Antarctica, a spot hidden in the cold depths the permafrost had to offer. A mountainous region hidden from mankind's greedy hands. It lay behind a very peculiar veil, gave way to it being a mirage. Call it a spacial distortion, it lead only to what was actually there. This distortion was a creation to fool the Human mind. Those given entry were allowed to view it. A large Eagle coveted the temple's structure. A single wing closed showing the hidden term behind it. An opened wing shown its open arms to many, giving a happiness and welcoming knowledge to all. Scriptures, older than Latin itself, older than coherent language in general. Chambers splayed wildly about the vast expanse of the Temple. In itself it appeared small, but entry would provide a benefit to this folly. Halls decked the glory, torchlight to guide the curious minds that wandered its a decadence. Beneath the mountain the temple spiraled further down, a staircase that seemed to never end. In itself it was a gate to Heaven, Hell, and the Council themselves.

These memories played through Sarkhon's mind like a well recorded video of one's life. He had been in thought still, his head hung low, the wings slumped into his form, the calamity that dwelled within his body was controlled to near perfection. His flaw would always be the animosity that was dormant inside him, an anger that constantly lived within him. Time was gone in this place, where time in reality passed by exceedingly quick. He was resting once more, preparing for a new beginning. What would have been a sigh was just his left hand clasping the cross at his chest. It's glow consumed his hand, understanding what he asked for. An extension of his own body the arm was held forward, the cross shot forward like an overhead projector. It expanded rapidly, the designs of the cross flowing like waves. Finally the last facet was placed, the chains dangled there, sealed tight. His arm slumped now, reaching his sides, as if the chains were attached to him they pulled in his direction. A secondary extension, his right arm jutted forward, the door itself being forced open as unknown wavelengths gave way to a great force. As the cross was him he resonated himself within to shatter its bonds. Darkness now, a pitch-black consumed the pathway to Infiniti. It was time each individual met. This was to see just how well the separated minds could interact with one another.

The chains, they served multiple purposes. A secondary purpose was to send a seering ring to the minds of those he had chosen. This ring was caused by the metallic snapping of the chains. They were the initial call to those he had asked acquaintance of. This call went above human perception and mortality in general, it only sought out those with the supernatural capabilities he requested of. Consider this a New World Order. If it was to start anywhere it would be here now. The once drooped head popped up to stare into the seemingly infinite darkness. A step, it resounded endlessly. Another step, he made his way to the doorway. Step by step he got closer to the destination. Minutes went by, the only light to guide him being himself. He was passing the Realms into the Physical. Behind him the White of his beloved Void all but vanished. The door slammed shut, the encroaching darkness now slowly changing into the physical realm piece by piece. As if it was paper corner by corner folded in on itself till nothing. Before him a new door swung upon. Ah, the beauty in the doorway was as expected.

As the door swung open the glorious chilled winds caught his attention, the deep hues of purple in each hair follicle danced with the wave-like patterns of each gust. Before him were the steps, the entrance to Infiniti. Behind him as the door closed was the decadent Hall. Three thrones sat lonesome, each awaiting their master's presence. Beautiful columns bearing the same eery markings of a long lost language also played in here. Illusory silvers and golds tickled the limelight of the walls around their glory. The sun shown dimly as all but the mountainous slopes reflected what light was there. The temple itself seemed to breathe its own life once more. A simple wave of his hand, the nearly frozen molecules were excited, an immediate transaction of snow to fire before nothing. All but an icy blue remained. The stone work engravings were vivid once more. The lands had done nothing at all to harm its well preserved state. It was all as he had believed, pristine. The electromagnetic field, it would surely spark greatly around this area, but to find the reasoning would prove a useless endeavor. Flurries of tiny specks whipped past his figure, the snow never stopped here, it only got thicker and thicker with each passing day.

Yes, most of his trinkets had been left behind, save Pruina. Pruina, it was his signature scythe, the purest form of extension to ones body. Just as the air around her it breathed a chilling air, a call and beckoning to what was inevitable. Oh, such a beautiful landscape, nothing for miles but the grandeur of desolation. Surely this would be something missed. Alas the leave many would make would prove to be something of importance. This world had grown ever so weary to a man who had plenty of petty mortals and greed. The Seven Deadly sins had grown out of control in this Universe, it was time to venture to that which he had to near perfection. A smile, how odd, something very rare upon a man who never had much to smile about. How could one smile when he held nothing but close comrades. Yes, their friendships were needed and welcomed but they were forced together by ensuing war that held no meaning. Then again, when did war ever have a justifiable reason? Oil, money, hatred, those reasons were not enough, no, once again they were greed, lust, just more sins given a Human embodiment. He appeared almost as an Agent of Death, someone who carried out the Man's dirtier deeds. No, that was just a facade, a mirage to his truth. He appeared dark but only held for the good of all kinds of entities, what was under need of abolishment would be abolished. Nay, this was Sarkhon Malevolentia, a man who needed to be heard, an Angel kept hidden by his own darkest means. Now his plans were unfolding, and it would be these entities to assist him greatly. With the smile faded he spoke once more,

"Join me my fellow Brothers and Sisters, I welcome all."

Silence once more, the voice rang out to the metaphysical who existed in planes outside of the Physical, this was the last call, coincidences with the ringing of the chains. A voice that beckoned to you in the most welcoming of tones, this wall but coincidence. It was all planned, something he needed to show everyone. He was overwhelmed with the thought of something going right where everything had always gone wrong. Standing still his figure loomed over the stairway, his large figure looming before the passageway to a Hall he had created millenia ago. A clash of the wind meeting his resonance was quiet as his movements were frozen in time. Sitting like a statue he watched patiently.

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♱I play with Malice.♱
♱ I am He who made the Big Bang go "Bang".♱

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