Welcome to Gaia! ::

You mean to tell me not only is my mother ALIVE, she's also down here ?!
You son of a b***h !

*The lights grew bright beyond belief completely engulfing the two sirens. Not even a strand of Romaleos black hair could be seen through this mystical aura that seemed to rapidly increase in size*

Woaaaaaahhhhhh !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How do you make it sttttoooopppp ?

*Sophus' body was being torn from its limitations and being filtered into his brothers. No matter how hard the two brothers opposed this force they could not overcome its powers and were soon sucked into oblivion.
The two halfs of Gaia, the white and the black, pure and unpure, holy and dark were being compressed into one being. Now it was clear why Romaleos couldnt rule the underworld without his brother, now it made sense why Hades had summoned Sophus from the colosseum. Uniting the two would seal the fate of the living, and the DeSeer.*

*After the blinding light had diminished down the halls of the underworld mansion, all that remained were a small figure lying under a blood red cloak. The burnt tips of the cloak twitched nervously as the body underneath came to life, the being strectching out a leg. A pale hand equipped with long, thin fingers slowly emerged on the other end facing palm down. As the fingers tensed and clawed at the floor for grip, a wing unfolded from the conceiled back and beated the cloak off of its dweller.
The mysterious figure was revealed as a beautiful young man with red hot eyes and a pointed grin that spoke untold words of mischief.
Now standing the man held an open hand in front of him as if waiting to recieve something, after a few seconds wait a series of circular red rings of energy spun in all directions above his palm. A dark fog then began to encase the rings expanding them to two sides. A surge of sound rippled as the energy had formed itself into a new type of Guitar weapon. Rather than being of dark or light attributes it seemed somewhat organic and futuristic.
'Sophus' gripped the neck of his new found weapon and pulled it apart from the body. A pointed blade unscratched or smeared slid out from where the neck joined the bridge making a echotic chime, the guitar now doubled as a spear.
The mans smirked grew to self laughter whilst rising the spear to the sky.

I summon you Cerberus !

*As soon as the words were spoken Hells guardian had risen from the earth below, he roared triumphantly as he set a gaze upon his new master in suprise.*

My Lord has the time finally come ?. Hades was right about his two sons afterall, dare i ask what your destination is ?

*In a sly resonse Sophus mouthed the words*

The Deseer Mansion.

*He then leapt upon the mighty beasts back and stood upon its neck. His eyes tinted a blacked red before the beast charged into oblivion, beyond time and space.*

(( This account will be used as Hades from now on ))

*The midnight sky was as black as death, not even a star could be seen from the cushioning clouds which hung above the dusty plains.
The moon was full but in hiding, hiding from the apocalypse that would soon emerge from the depths below.
In the distance a dark black cloak flapped in the turbulant winds. The bearer of this gown seemed faceless, cold and unemotional. His hand gripped the weapon which all would soon come to know, The Deathcythe.
The blade had been cleansed only for one purpose, so only the DeSeer blood would fall from its tips.
The other hand rested by his side, dangling by the skeletal horse from which he rode on. It snorted a small cloud into the open air. A cold rain descended from the skies.
As it slowly trotted forwards four shadowy figures emerged from the dampened soil. Their silhouettes began to uniquely sculpt into their defining characters. They stood surrounding the horseman from corner to corner marching beside him, awaiting orders.

NOW IS THE TIME TO TAKE GREAT ACTION.
A NEW PLAN HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION AND YOU FOUR WILL BE THE DECIDING FACTORS WHICH SEAL MY FATE.
YOU WILL NOT LET ME DOWN.
THE DESEER WILL FALL ONE BY ONE..........STARTING WITH DAGOTH !

*The four sets of surrounding eyes nodded in syncopation as their prey had been announced. A series of weapons crawled out from underneath their palms. Keeping low to the floor the shadows dashed off into the night, unable to disturb the sand with their hollow presence.*

THAT LEAVES THREE AND THEIR SIRE. WOULD YOU CARE TO CHOOSE ?

*As Sophus' body headed for the floor he braced hard and let his energies control his will. He hit the floor with a splash and dispersed into a puddle of water. The puddle then started to swell into his physical form again.*

I get the feeling we'll ALL be findong out soon......sweety.

*He gave a puzzled, yet pleasurable gaze at his new found powers which he still had yet to completely find out then drifted back into the conversation.*

As i said before, Father is planning on taking over. You will die along with your children. He will use EVERY trick in the book on you im afraid.

*Sophus too pondered on a plan, he stroked his soft well sculptured chin, eyebrows raised in suspicion.*

....Unless.....ill lend you my services as long as i get one wish granted.

If your not going to be nice to me i wont be nice to you.

*Sophus turned his back to Roan and smiled.*

.: God she's a hot head, is that why you like her so ? :.
.: ......... :.
.: Whats the matter, hit a nerve ?
.: Stop messing around if we dont do something fast all could be lost, even us....i mean me :.

* Sophus' eyes calmed once again to a crystal blue and a caring arm extended over to Roans shoulder*

.....Fighting you all together would be a greater struggle than fighting you one on one. I fear he will try and pick you off one at a time. My advice is stay together and try not to get your feelings involved.

.....Ah forget it you wouldnt understand anyways.

*A breeze shifted through his cloak making it fly loosely in time with his hair. Removing his arm he started to walk away from Roan, his eyes returned dark red.*

We're wasting time. If he's after Dag dont you think we need to help him ?

With a swift, and harsh gust of wind which seemed to carry with it a thin obsidian mist, the shadows available to the process began coiling, and stringing up to rapidly sew together a vaguely defined humanoid figure.

With a deafening snap, those haunting emerald eyes opened wide one fully distinguishable, while the other, the left coincidentally simply gave off a dim glow from behind the lengths of hair that hung like drapes over it.

As form was gradually given to Corbin's body, including attire and weaponry, a pair of ethreal celestian wings gently floated behind the much more suiting, morbid hellion wings.

Standing just off to the side, somewhat closer to Sophus then to Roan, his stone cold features simply stared into the horizon, as the thread like tendrils of obsidian mass writhed about his daunting figure.

"I'm sure Dagoth can handle himself for now. Worst case scenario, he becomes overwhelmed, and the resulting energy spike will reveal him to us. I can then send a score of the Lineage to acess the situation. In any case, if he is worth worrying over, then he isn't worth the effort. Why not let him test the waters."