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Victor Fah.

The only other survivor of the House of Fah, from the long dead continent of Nybelmar and the broken remnants of the Allen Fah Empire.

Unlike his twin brother, who made due to carve his niche in the world through blood and violence, Victor preferred the more 'gentlemanly' route.

This was to say that while Vahn was known as the devil, Victor would become a silver-tounged devil.

Victor was well versed in diplomacy, bluffing and speech in all its aspects. His charisma was a weapon in of itself and it was what had gotten him this far.

And right now, it was probaly the only thing keeping that voice in his head from learning all of Victor's true intentions and completely taking control of him or driving him insanely mad.

Yet it was still a struggle.

"Every revolution needs movement. And to have movement there must be those that we can move."

He spoke softly, yet to no one in particular. To any watching, it was as if he were talking to the very air itself.

"The best way to deal with both problems is to make them wary of one another and force them to be each other's problems."

He smiled softly, his hand gripping firmly the handle of the ebony blade.

It was a similar tactic he had used in order to gain acess to Babel. Making the Lizard Clan and the Stratans fight each other, proving enough of a distraction to allow Victor to accomplish his goal.

"And what better way...than to play the pieces against one another..."

He turned his single visible eye to the swirling recess of a pool of water, the image of Owle coming to view, along with that of Vahn.

Victor stood on the threshold of a terrace, overlooking much of Eden. He had his head lowered, as if his entire being was focused in concentration of some sort.

"Yes... finding my brother... has never been the difficult part."

His hand raised to his own neck, clasping about what appeared to be a simple necklace and consisted of a golden chain and a tear shaped ruby. The chain was made of intricate golden links and fitted loosely around Victor's neck. The ruby was hung from the chain and measured 5 inches in width. Golden lines could be seen swirling within the ruby as the artificial sky of Eden reflected light.

It was known as the Tear of Blood, one of the artifacts that Victor claimed within the depths of Sorrow's Keep, before it became re-inhabited.

The artifact was able to track living creatures, after having come into contact with their blood. It can sense the blood as it flows in their bodies and bestows this awareness upon its owner. The wearer of the necklace can sense where its quarry has been, as long as the Tear of Blood has been dipped in the creature's blood prior to its use. The owner simply knows that his quarry has visited the place where he now stands, however, this awareness has nothing to do with any of the five senses.

"Curiouser... to find him in such a place..."

The small pool now reflected what seemed to be a hospital ward of some sorts...

"Leave the woman to me... if she is as knowledgeable of you as you say, then it is better that I approach her. I'll leave my brother to your doings."

Things had gotten a bit more lively in these parts, and considerably so.

The long abandoned island was not that abandoned ever since Victor stepped foot on it, bringing along his personal vanguard and pouring all his hopes and dreams into making it move for him.

The appearance of that blade, had not gone unnoticed from the Nephilim, as there were those who were always scheming and waiting for the chance when they might be able to move freely about without being nothing more than servant to a mere human.

However, the significance of such an event was that more greater, if not intimate for Ezekiel.

The figure had been seen striding the pathways of the actual garden itself, taking the time to mend himself in thoughts...

The arrival of three other outsiders had not gone unnoticed either... let alone the chilling new presence that ebbed through the island.

"....."

Needless to say, precautions had been taken to ensure that no one could so easily... make an unannounced appearance, to say the least.

Ezekiel had kept quiet when Victor had given that Tribal fruit from the Tree. He had even kept quiet when Alpha had started commanding Shades to start reworking Eden over...

It was in his nature to silently watch... acting only when told. And when he did act... it was frightening to watch that kind of emotionless servitude in action.

Curiously... he found himself missing the conversations he had had with the Siren in Babel... but brushed them off for the time being.

"So, this is where 'ya went."

The gruff voice caused Ezekiel to pause in his steps, even as he turned his head to the side.

A hulking figure became outlined in the shadow, even as he stepped forward, one giant paw of a hand scratching at the underside of what could pass for a chin.

"What is it, Samuel."

"The Shedu have been getting hungry again... damn things never stop eatin'."

"I am not their keeper."

"I know, I know... just been tryin' to feed 'em some of those darklings, but they apparently don't like the taste!" Samuel let out a bellow of a croaked laugh... his entire lower jaw seemed to be reworked, as a result of the parting gift Sunstrike had given him.

His whole left arm was reshaped as well, being it that Vahn had completely lopped off the original.

"The wind is different..."

"I didn't realize there was wind in the void."

"......"

The old man sat quietly, a book in his hand, surrounded by the tomes within the Great Library.

His head sunk low, devouring the information within the ancient text, trying desperately to find out why...why...

Before he blinked.

"...My god..." He whispered, dropping the book, the tome flapping dustily to hit the floor with a short clap. "...He...I'm...no..."

The side of his face rotted - before he simply vanished.

This world, even in the Void, had no place for a man who died years and years ago. Time had caught up with Ancient Tomorrow, yanking him from this dimension and tossing him into the ether.

He was gone.

Whatever happened after that, doesnt matter.

((...This may become editted...))

He had since left the tranquility of the terrace, moving back inside and running a hand through his hair.

If anything, no matter what kind of archaic or legendary place he wound up in, he was always glad to find out it had basic plumping. He was somewhat craving a shower at the moment, thinking it would at least rend that feeling of weight from his body that had taken to him as of late.

His footsteps echoed out along the halls, yellowed eyes taking in the sights along the way.

The place he had decided to fortify himself in was one of the few remaining ruins of the civilization that had claimed the land known as Eden. This of course meant that it was hardly in top condition. Every now and then, the starry blackness of the Void would stab in from gouges in the ceiling, or missing sections of wall, illuminating the path before Victor to a degree.

Being in the void always calmed him... a soothing feeling that betrayed a sense of 'home'.

As it was, Victor's footfalls slowed down as the shrouded figure of Ezekiel appeared before him. "What brings you to the Atrium?"

He stopped, staring forward even as Ezekiel pushed off the wall he had been leaning on and stood before Victor, both hands in his pockets.

The right side of his face was covered in a bone white mask, unlike the other Nephilim who wore the full visage upon their faces when on assignment.

".....I felt you needed me."

"I'm not going to bother sending any of you to Barton if that's what you were intending on asking." Victor stared the younger Murmillion down.

"....The others are restless. They have spent too long in this nothingness we call a prison."

The Nephilim weren't as enthusiastic as Victor about staying in the Void so much, seeing as how it had been their prison for so long--- until Victor found them, one by one and binded them to mortal flesh.

"Are you questioning my decision?" Victor smiled now.

"....No. I cannot of course. You are my lord, and I must serve you as you see fit."

"How are our guests faring?"

"The one known as Tellus has remained in her quarters... and the Tribal hasn't come out of the Library at all for the past few days."

"Leviathan's daughter... the power of each avatar is necessary to rend open the lock that keeps Destruction hidden. I had planned on using the Thunderer to tame the Leviathan itself... and luring my brother is a simple matter.

It is the other avatars I am interested in... they must be found."

Victor's plans were clearly layered and deeply planned-- as it was no simple feat to just charge a lazer and fire into the planet or something. The machine found on Eden needed power--- power that would be supplied by the souls of the million lives necessary. But that collected energy would be for naught if all it did was strike against an aegis that could not be bypassed without first unlocking it--- some doors simply could not be forced at all.

Hence, the needed power of the elements--- or more specifically, the power of the terrestrial avatars. Each element on Gaia served as a separate lock for what apparently kept Destruction hidden beneath the surface of Gaia itself-- on a meta-physical level, not physical, since there was nothing but rock, crust, magma and the such in Gaia's core.

Basically--- Destruction had been sealed within a separate plane of existence entirely, beneath the surface of the planet-- as if doubly layered. And to first gain access to this contradictory level of existence, one must first rend away the elemental locks placed on the travel to said place.

Victor at first had been perplexed at the complexity of the seal, wondering why something so dangerous would simply be left locked away and still allowed to do harm. Henry had simply told him that it was to prevent anyone from ending Destruction and trying to prevent what it was meant to do--- which was apparently a Lavos-esque destruction and consumption of Gaia itself.

Striking at the core of Destruction with the power collected through the souls of Gaia's children, would mortally wound it-- and with it, take all of its negative influences on Gaia, doing away with the anarchy and chaos that stemmed from the purported source of all evil.

A dream of peace that Victor had envisioned when he broke away from the Fah Empire, and committed patricide for.

Or perhaps simply a means of redemption for the failure he suffered so many decades ago...

It was hard to tell, and only Victor would know.

And perhaps Henry himself.

"I had begun wondering where you had gotten to."

He didn't turn around fully, even as Ezekiel lowered his head and simply retreated into the background.

"I wonder if your absence had anything to do with a most curious recent acquisition of mine."

He was regarding the sword of course, even as he finally faced the enigmatic man fully. Yellowed eyes took him, trying their best to place a form and solid shape on Henry. He always felt if he blinked the man would simply fade away.

He took a few steps forward now.

"The locations of the avatars. I need them."

He cut straight to the point of course. He hated resorting to basically asking for assistance-- some of that hereditary pride showing through.

He had spent the last few weeks unsuccessfully trying to determine the location of the other somewhat aloof avatars.

Only Vahn and Leviathan were the ones who kept somewhat high profiles after all.