"A Diabolic History."

[Anks]

He stands there pondering of his lineage and past of his parents and more importantly of his acursed bloodline. On a quest he sets out heading to the place he once called home. At arriveing at the now ravaged orphanatory he see's an old decrepid man that remembers the one lost child.

He speaks. "Ohh child what brings you back to this place once again."

The man grins and responds ."I wish to learn of my past and my parents I am to belief there where old tomes in this place regarding such past."

The old man nods. "But the tomes they have all been destroyed but I can tell you where your forsakened father once lived."

The man slightly smiles in relief to hear the trial he has been following all this time has not gone cold. "Now speak old man and tell me where I must go."

The old man points to the face of the mountain, "There you shall find the truth that you seek child." The old man then slowly dissipates into nothing.

Days go on as his mind is set on climbing the mountain and following old trails till he comes across a tower.

The tower was old and decrepit, old magical magical runes layed apon the an arched path that lead to the tower as he walked past them they lid up they where bright , almost as bright as the sun. He did not notice this at first but as he continued down his path he noticed after every passing archway the tower seemed to rejuvinate as if where rebuilding its self.

As he stepped and crossed the final archway, he looked up and smiled as he saw the tower rebuild to its formal glory nine stories high litered with old cryptic runes many of wich he had never seen before but something within him told him that those runes where somewhat connected with the power he has inherited through his acursed bloodline.

He slowly opened the grand wooden door as he peered into the grand building he saw a great hall covered with paintings of grand and glorious battles between good and evil. After some though he finally decided to step into the building, as he set his last foot into the tower.The scenery soon changed into a grand library littered with old tomes it was as if the building its self knew what he wanted and took him to his destination.

Scouring for days without rest he serched across the library looking , hopeing he would find that for which he yearns but then as the fourth day had arrived as soon as the third.

He began to hear a voice it called for him as he moved closer to a corridor into the library the voice became louder and louder. Angered by the looming ominous voice he had began to hear he tossed aside every book he that layed before him. Thats when he saw it, a silver trimmed black tome with the word Pridem eched into the book.

As he placed his fingers on to the book the voice became quiet he knew he had found that which he has serched for.



((PS:Sorry for keeping things short and flooding it with posts eventually I will ask to compile it all into one super post, I just dont like reading or typing long elaborate sequences. That and I dont have any creativity.))

(( There you go ))

[Anks]

A few years went by as after he had aquired his fathers tome, he had not been brave enough to open it and see what was inside. Soon he found himself in a new land known as Sundren in a raggey port, He was a bit lost in life, he had no direction at the time. His precense had always been perceived with hosility, He spent most of his day hounding for women and succeding a few times but in the end he was lonely and incompleat, but after few months in Sundren he finally decided to know of his bloodline. As he sat lone in the crossroads looking at the tome as if it reflected on his forsaken soul, He opened it. He spent hours reading through it but found nothing that peeked his interest untill the very last pages.

[Anks]

The pages read.

"All through out my life I have been on a quest to find the reason of for heratige all I have been able to find is that somehow my blood is involved with some baatezu of great power, it seems like I shall live my life not knowing the truth. But there may be hope for I have started to do reserch on a blood ritual to summon the being who helped spawn my bloodline, but I am alone am not capable of doing this for I am not powerful enough . Sages or wizards of higher powers may be able harness the powers needed to conduct such a ritual. I have left instructions on the next few pages on the ritual. but in the end those who share my blood my make a sacrifice of blood to summon the Baatezu. but be warned it is the creature naturally hostile. Other powers must be used to seal and bind it to a certain location to not risk harm to the summoner and others around."

He sits around the pyre pondering of what he had just read and the ritual, thinking to himself of the most powerful wizards in sundren that might be able to assist him in this ritual."The Thayans." He raises and sighs a bit at the thought of working with those he has been know to despise as he walks the long road towards Aquor.


((Gevaudan gave me an Idea...... here it is.))

To be continue. (^.^)

[Anks]

"A Diabolic Awakening."

He has finally arrived in the town of Aquor he had walked these cobbled street and roads before but never with the sense of purpose until now, he was on a mission. He did not pay any mind to the street peddlers like he usually did he just walked down the road to the enclave. There it stood the place which may have awnsers for him. As he walked up the steppes to the gate he had a feeling of paranoia thinking, any moment now the Thayans will attack him. He opened the gates, and the man known as Leskenfu spoke, "We know what you are outsider, why are you here? And do not dare speak one of your vile invocations while in this domain." He nodded abit in fear but arrogantly he spoke. "I am here to be enlightened." Leskenfu's brow raised, "You may pass." He sighed in relief just speaking to the man by the gate was so tense in his mind. He wondered if what he was doing was the wisest of choises but then he had a bit of a revelation of stupidity he did not care as he walked into the enclave. To his soul the knowledge he has yearned for many years was finally within his grasp.


(( To be continued. ))

[Anks]

As he wandered the Thayan halls his heart beat faster and harden than usual he could feel it within him the feeling of dread as he saw it a sign post which stated. "Folio Emporium." He knew that was the place that he was looking for, maybe a studied Thayan mage might be able to assist him. As he opened the door and walked into the room he heard a voice.
"Halt, why are you here outsider." Spoke the Thayan man known as Sethmosis. "I am here because I seek knowledge and you Thayans may be the only ones who can assist me." Sethmosis raised his brow abit. "Why would we help you?","You would help me because I am a valuable ally and I am willing to provide my services for you at a later time if you help me in my current goal." Nervously he replied with a bit of ignorance or arrogance."Well then what is your goal I may be able to help afterall."
"I wish to summon a beign of power related to my bloodline, I have a book that will explain the incant...." He was rudely interrupted by Sephmosis. "That, I may help you with do not speak any further, I am familiar with such rituals , but first tell me why do you seek this?" "For power ofcourse and like I stated before If I gain, Im sure down the road you and yours will gain quite a bit." Sephmosis nodded a bit. "Are you prepared to spill your own blood for this?" He nodded a bit, "Yes I am as ready as I would ever be.", "Then follow me." He responded quickly with a grin in his face. "Aye." As the two men walked out of the room into the hallway.


((To be continued. Ps... This all happend IC if any of you are wondering if im god-moddeing or anything like that.))

[Anks]

"A Diabolical Summoning."

Both men walked out into the hallway silently as Sephmosis lead them to the bathhouse, At first he thought this was odd he did not question him as Sephmosis opened the door he explained. "These waters are already enchanted to hold back the beast when its summoned so it may not harm any and it will do as its asked." He nods slightly in response staying silent. They both stood infront of the fountain. "You shall need a blade for the end of the Ritual." He felt anxious as he slowly took off his glove to get ready to cut his hand for the blood required. "I am ready." He spoke, Sephmosis nodded and began chanting. Anxiety had began to kick in as he waiting and paniced his face became cover in sweat as he tough of what he was about to do. Seconds turned to minutes for him as he slowly nodded to himself in resolve as he reached into his pocket instictivly for a knive and slit his hand letting his blood drip into the pool. He felt a bit relief as he cut his hand but that only made him even more fearful as he the ground began to tremble and a rather large Baatezu appeared at first the only emotion that came to mind was dread. But his resolve was stronger than his usual survival instincs as he stood there silently looking up at the beast.

((To be continued.))

[Anks]

"A Diabolic Bargain."

There it stood with a looming evil figure looking down at both men as it spoke in a dark deep voice. "Why have you summoned me!" Sepmosis quickly responded. "Quiet, you are here to awenser any question this man asks you." With lack of respect being shown the beast became angered as it seem it struggle as if it wanted to move but it was not capable. "Speak the blood of my blood, I know who you are." He responded in awe and fright to the Baatezu. "I wish to know the reason my blood of my acursed bloodlines existance." The creature laughed. "The reason? Ha! It was just a bit of an experiment you see, a long time ago about a hundred years ago I stumbled across a celestial. Her bloods weakness sickened me. It sickened me so much I got angry and decided to capture and take her to my lair. Where I (Explicitly deleted) Her day in and day out. But one day she became impregnated with my seed and manage to escape from me I would of gone out to slay her but I was bored but I did keep abit of interest in the bloodline each generation spawning another fiendling one after another showing me more proof that my blood was the stronger of the two. For five generations I kept watch till I became bored seeing how thin and weak my blood had become but yet, here you are calling for me." The creature laughed a bit. "Tell me is this all you want?" He replied without though, "No! I want power make the bind which connects our blood even stronger and your will shall be one." The creature chuckled abit. "Seem like we have a bit more than I thought in common, My will only seeks destruction , death and agony." He smiled a bit as he replied, "Then so be it. All shall know death , destruction and agony under my reign of power just give me more and they shall know of your will." The Beast laughed a bit as Sepmosis brow raised a bit in interest to the mans response. "You have yet tasted more than a droplet of my power." He quickly responded without thought once more. "Then give me more and they shall know your will, Tell me what is your name Baatezu" The Creature smiled a bit and chuckled. "My name? A name gives you power over a individual. I shall give you something just as good." The beast and he both became silent as they gazed at eachothers eyes as the man slowly Grinned as he had a bit of a revelation. "That is all." Sepmosis quickly dismissed the beast.

[Anks]

"A Diabolic Present."

There he stood once again, trying to collect Quartz for the red wizards till he heard the news of their resent Quartz purchase, he asked the thayan knight's lauan, if she was willing to escort him to the enclave so he may speak with the red wizards, they arrived. Words where traded , tasks and conditions where placed on the table and shortly afterwards. They awaited at the Exigo for the portal to open, the Thayans said that they would need him to close the portal, Nocte nodded in agreement and complied with their request he stood besides them.

Hours passed, tensions arose as everyone waited for a rift, then abrubtly, a portal opened, devils of all sorts started to flow out, the wizards began to cast spells on Nocte to close the rift as everyone fought off the baatezu as the wizards concentrated on Nocte, then the portal closed, in a flash of flames all of his clothing was burned off, feeling weak, he fell to the ground to his knees.

He had aged, his hair became thin, his skin was tanner, and slightly wrinkled, a man who was once only twenty four years of age was now twenty nine, only those who knew him could tell something was different.

He began to cry as others gathered around him, he spoke as a mad man would. Haveing no idea how to react to such a matter. Shortly afterwards the realisation of what had happend, hit him, he became angry, hateful. He had sacrificed five years of his life, and his old self came to be. "Even the world, and time stood still in my absence, I guess I am all important." He looked at all their un-aged faces remembering their names recalling of them and their history with him, doing so angered him even further. he had just lost much of his life for those he had no love for, no care. He wanted to kill them all at the very spot, with rage he spoke."Five years, five, five ,five damn years I spend in hell for you people,five damn years on my life!." They all looked at him as he stood to his feet with the assistance of two lasses as they spoke to him their.Words only reached deaf ears he did not want to hear them, he was preoccupied with his own thoughts, as he stumble away from the crowd a woman that he could remember know as Cybil went to him and asked him where he had been, he looked at her a bit and spoke one soft word. "Dis."

He walked away northward towards the city, barely clothed as he manage to enter his room in the inn where layed down and rested.