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He focused inwardly for a moment, calling upon reserves of willpower that seemed to be just within reach yet always underneath the surface...hidden.

It was at that moment that for the briefest of times, a tiny tug of aura would be present, like a pin drop. It would have come from around Victor's collar, as if within his breast... or against it.

The family heirloom he wore around his neck, underneath his clothing... within it's layered center was the glyph of the House of Fah, a word of power in respect. And it seemed to be the source which tethered Victor to sanity, keeping him from becoming completely overwhelmed in the sea of darkness that was The Forgotten One.

However, even Victor himself was unaware of the properties of this amulet, having long since destroyed his brother's and keeping his own out of sworn duty for a people long dead.

"I'm sure my brother is in for a rude awakening..."

He withdrew the ebony blade, the waters turning murky upon trying to reflect its surface.

It was no small task when the requirement for travel was needed... at least when the need for the entire landmass to move was called for. It was by the will of the 'heir' that it was able to move, if moving were what it could be called.

A great expenditure was needed to focus and to tear forcefully into the fabric of this realm, and create an ethereal jaunt on such a large scale....And with much expenditure of Eden's resources already on the tapping and containing of Gaia's elemental leylines...

"I will make the finishing touches in readying this Isle for full preparation...After all, every type of transportation needs it's fuel..."

And the means to receiving access to that so called fuel would be arriving shortly...

It would be subtle at first.

A ripple that gently made itself know to everything else around it. However, this was different than all the rest that normally transposed all over the island.

When the blade of the forgotten had plunged into Eden's ground, it had "infected" the broken earth, spreading itself through the ruins of the once holy remains, creating an intricate web or network of shade to run it's course slowly through every vein of the isle. The Murmillion glyph that Victor then sealed over the sword's entry point further enhanced this.

This in turn allowed Victor the ability of being alerted to movement or activity on the island... as well as giving the Shades that very same alert. In fact, Victor wouldn't be surprised if it had been meant primarily for the Shades use and he was just an accidental side-effect.

And it was with keen interest that this sudden ripple of newfound presence that Victor would cant his head to the side.

Ezekiel would be seen stepping forward, yellowed eyes staring hollowly forward, even as he was firmly upon Eden's soil once more.

Out of all the Nephilim, it was Ezekiel who had been blessed with the host body of what surmounted to the combined genetic data of the only tweo surviving pure blooded Murmillions. As with all Nephilim, bounded to human form and warped into something else entirely...

Of course there were those nameless devils who were more than happy to show their displeasure...or mocking gestures at the seemingly "special treatment" that Ezekiel received...

But it was trivial to Ezekiel himself, at best.

"Master... forgive me for interrupting... but as you requested of me... I have brought him."

The movement of Eden, was something that no singular man or entity could do...not without vast stores of power behind it... and that was something that Victor by himself was sorely lacking.

But he did know of a way to get the power needed...without having to tap into the elemental leylines that would be fed instead for a different purpose...

The dimensional tear would widen, and Moonblade would find himself at his destination.

"You have come seeking the means to an end... have you not."

It was less a question and more statement, even as Victor stepped forward only a little, letting the shadows scant themselves against his features--- adding tot he mystique of it all.

It was important that from the start, who the master was and who the servant was. It was Moonblade who came seeking and not the other way around...eve if Victor had still sought this individual in a roundabout manner.

The illusion of having had a choice in the matter was important, to keep feeding the darkest desires... making Moonblade more susceptible to both Victors charm... and what was about to transpire.

"One who was defeated by the very ilk of beasts you are supposed to have dominance over."

The irony of a dragoon being killed by a dragon was not lost on Victor. Let the remark bite deep, churning the hatred for dragonkind...

"Become a true Dragoon and wield the power you so rightly deserve." Victor swept out his arm to the side, beckoning Moonblade's eyes to look in the direction that he was implying.

A hewn gap in one of the large stone edifices surrounding the garden could be seen. It seemed almost as if someone had shewn a large gap into the rock itself, splitting it with unknown means.

"In order for me to utilize the elemental leylines of the planet... the ancient magics protecting its boundaries must be sundered. The first was that of the Elven kind...and with Ra'kar the corruption of that racial bond was allowed."

Victor lowered his voice now, as he walked towards the gap.

"The last...is that of the ancient guardians of the planet; the dragons."

He had thought it a simple matter when he first began this task... but how wrong he had been. Henry had warned him the road would not be a light one to travel upon...but undoing thousands of years of...work...was it? Just so he could do what should have been done so long ago....

It was as if the planet itself was content to live on in blithe ignorance.

And that won't do, will it.

"You see... the world itself can be abstractly seen as being composed of nothing but layers and layers of locks... peeling away each lock allows one to see what shouldn't be seen... the bane of existence itself, and the disease of the planet. The affliction of Destruction."

Victor would now have passed through the gap, expecting Moonblade to follow.

"I have made it my promise to destroy this affliction...but it is not something one man can do alone."

Victor came to a stop... and he would lower his head, a booted sole resting atop a jutting bleached edge...of bone.

"Eden...they call it. The lost continent of a race far superior to any other in its own time...or so they say. The stories say that this race had become so...enamored, I suppose, with itself that they dared to defy the 'gods'."

Victor laughed loudly, which was eerily out of place...as if some sort of irony were hitting him.

"If you ask me... I think it was their own foolish doings that blasted them to Kingdom Come... Either way, this broken land is all that is left to show any sign that they even ever existed. Those who have stumbled upon it within the void, wrote of it... creating around it the center of other stories...creation stories..." Victor waved a hand, smirking now.

"Either way...Gaia has changed so much since....who knows... But Eden... itself is a piece of Gaia that has remained unchanged... a literal historical timepiece, carrying with it the lore and 'make' of the true world... the old world."

A reason why it was so easily able to place itself anywhere in the world... being a part of it...yet at the same time always forced to be apart from it.

"Whatever had decimated the architects of this land, also forced the land to be torn apart from Gaia, made to be as if it had never existed... and shunned into the void to be forgotten.

Forgotten by all...but those willing to seek the truth."

"Gods or no... the people who dwelled on Eden... were forced to forgotten as well... and their executioners... were nothing short but the guardians of the planet itself."

Now what Victor was standing upon could be more clearly defined...and understood... for miles and miles.. as far as the eye could see...nothing but a literal graveyard of broken, shattered, weathered and cracked bones of enormous proportions could be seen....

The bones...of Dragons.

"The reason for why there is so many people with power on Gaia...is because there is so much power in Gaia...The leylines are the key. Yet that key is obscured... "

Now the pieces would come together... If the Dragons were the long forgotten guardians of the natural order of things... and the leylines that Victor needed to tap into were being 'stoppered' up by the Dragons... then it was necessary to remove the dragons from the picture... or find a way around the stoppage.

After all, even the smallest crack in the largest dam can cause a chain reaction.

"You have seen the place that withholds the full potential of the leylines... I am asking you to help me throw out the ancient order of the world, and help birth a world where we mortals are the architects of our destiny.

And in exchange... you will have the power. The respect. The glory."

Yellowed eyes narrowed.

"And you will pay the price."

"And so the unborn son has accepted..."

Victor's lips seemed to move, but it was as if the words that were suddenly heard could not have come from him at all.

They were words of pure unadulterated power. It reverberated throughout the bones of both mortals present, ringing in the ears and carrying on for a distance.

"...as the father passes away." Underneath Moonblade's feet, a faint glow would be seen, even as the dimmed light seemed to stretch, twist and weave itself all about the grounds.... the entire hidden chamber seemed to catch alight....as the enormous glyph came to life.

In Murmillion magic... glyph's were the key, the way of tapping into the leylines that existed in the planet, as small or tiny as the threads were. A way of emulating the way that the leylines were 'hewn' into the planet itself-- so did one place glyphs on what they were focusing on... or perhaps even placed them on themselves.

Yellowed eyes closed, even as Victor took hold of the Blade of the Forgotten. He knew their would be a price for the amount of power he was asking for at this moment...but he had already made up his mind on paying it. This was necessary.

"Come...fallen one..and be reborn."

Victor beckoned for Moonblade to step forward, into the depths of the glowing glyph.

"....." Without hesitation, as soon as Moonblade had stepped forward, Victor would have run the man through, letting the ebony blade bite deep. There would be surprise and perhaps shock..maybe thoughts of betrayal to be sure... but Victor never paused even as he continued a mantra in the long dead language of his people.

The grounds of Eden they were in was the site of a battlefield. And not just any ordinary battlefield, for it was one in which the hallowed races of dragons had fallen.

And the death of a dragon was no simple thing...as their deaths affected the world on a metaphysical plain. And it was, Victor surmised, the final massive conflict of the dragons and the doomed people of Eden that forced Eden itself to be thrown into the void....

The blood of dragons still stained the ground that refused to grow any life...and the bones that littered the landscape were still full of the remnants of ancient power...

Combining that with the natural lust of TFO, Victor was rebirthing Moonblade just as he had promised...

Bathed in the cursed blood of dragons, and tainted body and mind by the Forgotten.

"Do not fear death...you have passed beyond that gateway...now and forever." Moonblade had died once already..resurrected even, and now further perverted, as the power of the Shade would course through his blighted body.

It was something entirely new...neither human...nor shade...or undead.

"You will be my sword...and sunder all those who stand before me..." Victor leaned in close now, as he made sure the ebony blade remained engulfed in the innards of the lancer. "And you will have the power of darkness itself...you will be the end of dragons... my Death Knight."

And with that, Victor would step back, yanking the blade free of Moonblade's stomach, forcing the other to fall to a heap on the wet earth. Blackness from the blade and combined with the spell power of the glyph seemed to wash over Moonblade's body, cocooning him tightly, until it seemed as if nothing but a giant, pus-filled and bloody eye engulfed him, as if placing him within a womb.

The unnatural skies of Eden darkened, forcibly made clouds roiling in a slow and steady circle, even as thunder seemed to crackle....

The ground would rumble softly at first... before the many bones laying around began to free themselves from the earth itself. Long strands of inky blackness seemed to stretch out from where Moonblade lay, affecting and slowly turning everything around him into a dullish gray. His influence was reaching to the power that lay dormant...

And the first frightening shrieks would tear out.

Silvery irises peered out from the surrounding darkness of the glyph, even as the shrieks grew in number now.

Victor could see them clearly, even as he stepped back, his act more than taxing him at the moment, as Ezekiel quietly supported him, having walked on in the middle of everything.

The forms of the creatures vaguely resembled dragons, what with their ghostly wings, jaws and talons. Their shape shifted constantly, however, they remained appearing insubstantial and ephemeral. Vibrant colors shot through their pale bodies, as they were composed of both the void and the Forgotten energy and were only partially corporeal.

They were beings of chaos.

Yet one thing stood out amongst all the rest... all of them had only one single eye...

It was beautiful...in a morbid fashion.

The creatures had no memories of their previous lives nor of the world beyond death. They were intelligent beings, quite capable of strategy, tactics, and deception, but they had no understanding of their past dragon heritage..a dual edged sword to be sure.

Victor watched with both fascination and success as a number of the petrified and bleached bones surrounding Moonblade stirred. True undead dragons, warped into being through willpower alone with help of the Forgotten energy.

The remains of these fallen dragons themselves were now rising, as if to greet their new master...and it was not Victor they were standing attention to.

For perhaps the greatest fallen of their kind had took it upon itself to raise what had once been Moonblade.

The tainted dragon in question was much more concentrated in form than the shaded ones, and much more physical than the undead ones. It was a large, thick-built creature with a massive chest and a long, sinuous neck. Its hide was a rich, lustrous black with large scales that were supple yet hard as rock. A crest made of peaked bone spikes ran from its head and down its back, and each one seemed to bristle with each rancid breath the beast took. Its fangs shined a coppery-red, and deep within its mouth a constant sulfurous light emitted a faint glow.

This was the appointed mount of Victor's Death Knight.

Even in its fallen form... it was as regal as it might have been in its natural life span.

"Moonblade is dead. You must choose another name now... for knowledge of your true name will be your undoing... and any who discover it will be able to defeat you much easily than if they didn't know you at all."

Victor spoke, knowing that even in that state of being...whatever was left of Moonblade could hear very well...through the creatures that were now an extension of himself.

Much like the Forgotten corrupted Victor slowly...so to would the tainted dragons be by Moonblade himself...irrevocably linked with him.

Moonblade would retain whatever humanity was left in him..but his soul...was corrupted by the Forgotten, and twisted to Victor's sole use. The dark pact was sealed now...as the abomination...would now serve as Victor's greatest weapon.

He eyed the multicoloured flames as they flickered to life, cradled in her palm. The radiant blue of the sea's waters. For she was child of Leviathan, and could not escape her tie to water's call and pull of the tide. Her ancestry was reflected here in the 'colour' of her magicks. The shining white of shore's soft sands, or perhaps it was the white of the white capped waves. The black, flames flickered almost as if it were the deepest depths of the sea herself, where light did not reach. So much water... yet she wielded the hand of fire. And not natural fire! But she was strong enough to sustain her own flame. A fire that burned within and of herself.

"The Jhadia Eilaras has chosen very wisely with you my lady. I can feel your power and I acknowledge it with admiration. You are strong and you will become stronger."

Bowing slightly in deference, he licked his lips as if his mouth were dry. The young woman was powerful indeed, and bound to the Jhadia Eilaras... she would only grow in strength and skill. She outranked him, in skill and in title. Her potential... rolled about him like rolling waves. He could feel the pull of her. If one was not strong enough, they would be lost to call of the sea that echoed in this girl. Yet it would not be waves that crushed them, but fire. Those who fell before her would perish in flames. Ra'kar would surely see to it. She was a skilled judge of potential. She would not have taken just anyone as her Synmalthin. He was certain, that the demoness had seen all this and more, lurking within Tellus when they first met. One such as the Jhadia Eilaras, could not have passed up such an opportunity.

He came back to himself with a start, realizing he'd been silent longer than he should have been. She was asking him a question and he should be answering.

"The Fire Court..."

And he seemed to regain his composure. The pull of the girl's power still washed about him, but it seemed to draw back slightly, the ebbing tide. Feeling more himself and less fascinated with her watery flame than he had been a moment ago, he met her eyes cautiously. His face, as always. A neutral mask. It was something all his kind had drilled into them from infancy.

"Has the Jhadia Eilaras, told you about the lands she hails from?"