Welcome to Gaia! ::

Luk gave a small chuckle at the pockettu's response, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by the things he himself have given physical existence to. It was different then being with his mortal followers. These were spirits, in bodies made to be as a part of the souls inside them. These bodies he had given them were not cases around the soul, but extensions of the souls created by Lukarius himself.

"I am at peace with you, my children...I will always be happy with you beside me." Luk said softly, his words only for the jackals around him. Truly, he had not felt this level of peace for a while now. His peace was grave soil and sleep, and here in the waking reality of life was pain. All the souls in this world called to him of their sorrows and begged his help...but here, at last, were souls not pained by the aging bodies of life.

Here were his souls and grave soil. He smiled again and gave Zulkeri another pet through his hair. "I am glad you're here."

Name of worshiper: Whisper

Alignment: Neutral
Souls appearance: His soul appears just as he does, a rainbow of colors enfolded partially in dark blue.
Reason for worship: He is one of Lukarius' creations.

How RP active will you be? Depends on my muse.
Show Death your loyalty: Whisper makes his way into the temple, bowing before the shrine and placing his scythe and mask at the base of it in reverence. His voice, when he spoke, was barely above the whisper of the wind when softly blowing. "I am here to serve, my Lord, if you will have me. My life to your service forever."

Name of worshiper: Zarieth Phantasma

Alignment: Good
Souls appearance: Zarieth does not have a soul. He is a soul. Every inch of his pale skinned body is a soul in solid form. I suppose you could say he's really more of a physical metaphysical entity, if that chaos makes sense. From the tips of his wings, to each strand of his hair, his body is a vivid soap bubble rainbow display of light and color. Brilliant and ever shifting.
Reason for worship: He is the Demi of Spirits, and that falls well into Lukarius domain! Of course he'd wanna come home!

How RP active will you be? I have you on Skype. You can not escape me.
Show Death your loyalty: It had taken Zarith a good amount of time to navigate his way through the tunnels and to Lukarius' shrine. Due in no small part to the ghost lights floating around him. "See?" He said as he turned to one flickering ball of cold flame. "I told you we needed to go left. If I had listened to you I bet we'd be back in that hot spring again." He scolded the flame until it ducked around behind his nearly transparent wings. Shaking his head he drifted along the floor. His toes were a mere inch above the ground so he did not leave a trace of his passing and his wings fluttered to better guide him along. The chains about his body shifted and clinked metallically as his silver eyes swept through the shrine thoughtfully. "Hello? Anyone home?" He called out, then paused and turned to look at another ball of ghost light. Or perhaps it was the same one as before. "No I do not think I have to knock to get his attention. He's a God. I'm sure he knows I'm here. Besides. Who ever heard of knocking on the door to see a God? Really. And they call me the silly one." He stated as he gently brushed the ghost light away with a wave of his fingers.

Zarieth was honestly reconsidering his earlier opinion about knocking when the God appeared on what had once been a vacant throne. Zarieth's lips parted into a bright smile that only faltered a little when Lukarius rose so quickly and came down to him. Maybe he really was supposed to knock first? The demigod stared up at Lukarius face, his happiness tempered by curiosity and a mild hinting of confusion. He hesitated to move as Lukarius touched his face and traced his jaw line. Yet at that whispered question, he felt it was only right to do things properly. Besides, his little ghost lights were hiding in his hair and whispering to him several suggestions on what he ought to do now.

Zarieth drifted away from Lukarius only enough that it allowed him to drop down to one knee. He folded his hands upon the other knee and bowed his head respectfully. "I am called Zarieth Phantasma. I am the Demigod of Spirits and...I have come home. Please. Accept me into your service God of Death. I do not wish to wander like a lost soul in the world, for I know only here in this place will I feel I belong."

Zarieth waited until he heard the acceptance of Lukarius. Only then did he turn his head upwards. A smile once more pulled at his blue painted lips. "Thank you my God." He spoke with a breathy sigh. His shoulders and wings actually relaxed a bit with relief. Slowly Zarieth pushed himself back to his feet. The ghost lights that had been hidden in his hair began to drift out and resumed hovering around him. Their little voices whispering excitedly to go off and explore. Zarieth ignored them for now, his little ghost lights were always eager to move about and roam. Which normally was fine with him, but he really wanted to take the time to get to know his God.

Zarieth spread his hands out before him in a open gesture, and he tilted his head almost coyly to one side. "Are there any rules you wish for me to abide by my God? Any tasks you think I might be acceptable in fulfilling? I don't mean to come off as too eager, but I can't help but hope that I can impress myself upon you."

At the task given to him, Zarieths eyes practically lit up. Smiling wider still, he nodded his head. Chains shifted and clanked with the movement. "Oh but that seems like a easy task. It plays right into my skills. I'm quite good when it comes to keeping souls company." He lifted a hand to gesture to one of the ghost lights, then turned to peer at it. "I am so. It's not my fault all you want to talk about is hunting. I've no care to learn how to fish or tan animal hides." He scolded the ghost light before looking back at Lukarius. "My apologies my God. My little companions tend to get vocal when they get excited. I shall tend your crystals and not disappoint you. I swear it."

"Hmmmm." Zarieth cupped his chin and tilted his head thoughtfully. "I can't say I've ever had a hand in the placement of souls before. Usually I just collect the spirits as I pass them by. Or we sit and chat a bit. Some of them can be very stubborn about what they want." He admitted. "Though I'd be more then happy to learn. I don't see there being any problem in my performing these tasks for you. When would you like me to start? Where are your crystals located?"