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Lukarius felt a smile slowly spread over his face of its own accord, his godly air melting away as he stared at the Demigod for a moment in silence. Finally, he blinked and forced himself to look away. "Just open yourself to my will." He said softly, before he set his mind to phase himself and the demigod to his throne room at the heart of Purgatory.

He was aiming to have them at his throne, standing before it, so that when Zarieth got his first look at the place, he would see the massive, glowing crystals that seemingly grew from all corners of the chamber. Lukarius had been lucky to awaken and find such a chamber so close to his place of slumber, for the crystals were the perfect place for him to store the souls he collected.

He wondered if Zarieth would notice the very barely noticeable color difference that came from the crystals. He noticed only because he could see the souls inside, each crystals housing similarly aligned souls in a sort of categorized fashion, which caused crystals housing blue primary souls to give off a blue tinted light. The green, yellow, orange, and other colors were in similar suit, each tinted to reflect the souls housed there. The golden souls, those most loyal and pure intended, he stored beside his throne. A comfort to himself, more so then any form of favoritism. He liked the color of loyalty, a reason he gave a golden scythe go all his followers.

He paused, realizing he had yet to give Zarieth a skull mask and set of scythes...yet no pair he had yet made would be sufficient for this follower...He would have to make something appropriate tonight.

"Welcome, Zarieth, to my Throne Room. This is where you will work." He said, turning to the demi. He did not want to be rude or off putting, but he also wanted to see and study the male again. "Each crystal is home to my collection of the dead. Those once lost, alone, or afraid, now rest peacefully here until it is time for their rebirth into my kingdom of souls."

Lukariu gave his head a tilt as the Demigod made his way to the soul crystals. He listened as Zarieth spoke, though his expression became one of vague surprise. He had never thought of pairing the sours off together. He had only thought of giving them rest until they were ready to be placed in a new body.

"The souls come here for rest...but perhaps living companionship is not the key to their rest?" He inquired. He had always seen the longings of souls to again be 'alive'. Perhaps pairing them, not as soul weapons with a living partner, but together from crystal to their new bodies, would move their healing process faster.

"Do you suggest merely a soul companionship? Or do I presume when I think you also mean for me to revive them together as well, into their new bodies, that they may be a source of worldly comfort as well?" He asked. Luk was quite smitten with the idea already. It would just take time to built multiple bodies together, rather then finishing one before beginning the other...

Lukarius felt his chest tighten and he stared at the Zarieth for a long while before he sat down at his throne and closed his eyes. He lent his chin against his fist, which he propped again the arm of his throne. "Well spoken...do as you wish." He said softly. He was actually very impressed with Zarieth at that moment, but while Lukarius felt himself flirt full at times, he only ever openly gushed over Antarmur'ss.

Still...He peeked one eye open to glance at the Demi, secretly hopeful that the man would be watching HIM. "Bring me your paired souls...let me see their progress, and judge them in accordance to themselves alone. I will not compare them to any others but themselves."

(Posting here, really just cuz, but I wanted to make sure and quote anyone I have on my followers list xD; Just incase anyone was unaware Luk was all mad and stuff. Haha)



Lukarius stood before his throne, his eyes glowing brighter then usual as he surveyed Antarmurr'ss realm through the eyes of a Jackal he had sent to his brother earlier in the day.

He had sent an invitation to visit.

He had received a call to war.

His anger, his disgust at his brothers enemies, rolled off Luk as the waves from a storm, flooding forward to wash over the followers and crystals in his throne room, turning all of the soul crystals a bright red as the souls within felt his anger, fed off his overwhelming feeling of wrath, and returned it to him with their own mutated hatred and rage.

They were ready to fight.

Lukarius clenched his jaw, reaching out, feeling for each of his followers. Not only locating, but connecting them all one by one to him as he opened himself to them all, joining their souls together through the masks they wore as their simplistic homage to him. When finally he was able to speak through his anger, he addressed them all as one;

"My Children....We have been greatly offended.
Those that are the filth of this world, those that are the tainted, defiled souls...have attacked our own. The weakling that calls herself Warrior has moved against our brothers in an attack that shows true to the colors of their tainted souls.

How pathetic, to attack one in their own homes and beds, with not even the honor to call out a true challenge to war. How pathetic she must be, to need to attack unawares. Is this the only way the cursed think they can win against us true gods?

This 'Warrior' is a coward.

This 'Warrior' is a vile and unnatural blight on this world, to her very souls a tormented beast. She lashes out in a crazed attempt to validate her existence.
She is clearly very mistaken, to think she can win this war with such an underhanded act.

Come to me, my Children. Let this night fill with the souls of the damned. Let us send them into the void, Show the world the path of Death and Darkness."

Lukarius paused briefly, his face growing dark with malice as his eyes narrowed and he raised his head, his voice ringing out over the distances to every pockettu as he yelled,

"Come to me, My Children! We go now to war!"

The souls housed in his crystals burst forth from them in an explosion of light, all flying swiftly to surround their lord till he glowed like the sun.

Name of worshiper: Ammita

Alignment: Neutral
Souls appearance: Golden, with perhaps some other color reflecting her serious nature
Reason for worship: Ammita is a loyal creature, driven to guide souls to a gentle death, she is very serious about this and wishes to serve the lord of death for all time.

How RP active will you be? As much as my muse will allow
Show Death your loyalty: Ammita bowed her head, she wore her bone mask with calm pride, and she lowered herself to the floor, hovering. She said slowly "Lord of death, please accept my allegiance" She then quietly waited for his response. Ammita did not know what she would do with herself if he rejected her, this was her calling. She knew in her soul she was meant to guide souls to their peaceful rest, but she waited, she would not speak harshly to her god.

Lukarius smiled down at the grey soul before him, reaching out to pet him on the head. "Your faith and services are greatly appreciated, my little soul. Welcome home."