Nebula Gravis

[ClockworkAngel]

[Shuffle]

A shard. Of what? It glittered and reflected. Anceint, powerful, deadly to the creatures of darkness. Yet as much as it reflected, it absorbed. It showed not a view of the world, but of another. Dark, malicious. Designed for good, but destined for darkness. Embedded in one of the of shadows and ice. Sealing what she should know. But one shard contains the power to surpress the memory, emotion, the power of the creature in which it is bestowed. Scattered across the world, guarded by spirits of unknown and unrivalled power. Should they be brought together, the world will ascend to the light... Or plummet into darkness.

[Shuffle]

Memories scattered to the wind. A doll wanders in the dark, lost in her thoughts, unsure of who she is, what to do. Unaware of the future that lies ahead and the choices to be made. The Wastes of Vehemence, the Plateu of Demise, she stood upon it's top watching the world below, waiting to reunite with herself in a far-off world. Sealed within the Realm of Autumn, waiting to pass through the mirror of the worlds to the otherside. She watches and waits silently, aware of a new presence in the domain of the chaotic goddess. A man. Wounded and travelling. She watches him from afar with her all-seeing eyes. Watches as he comes ever closer...

[Lillith and Stiria - North-East of Ciniria City - Map ref: T10]

Lillith and Stira had begun to journey to the city of Itzal. Stiria informed Lillith as they walked that there was a location near to the city named the Torn Gap, a place of great power. That was their destination. They continued in silence for several hours, Lillith occasionally glancing at Stiria. Her memories had returned partially, at least, concerning this man, but she still couldn't help but look at him in awe. He was one of the four great deities of the world, walking the mortal realm next to her. Furthermore, he was her father. It was taking a while for the realizations to sink in fully.

"There is a demon approaching." Stiria said, the tone of his voice indicating he wasn't exactly concerned by it. Lillith looked around and sure enough, there was a black, shadowy demon moving swiftly towards him. Gaunt, dead face, white eyes, cruel teeth, clothed in a loose, mouldy grey cloak, wet, slimy, dead hands reaching out from the dark depths of the material, this creature would seem rather terrifying to most travellers. Lillith shrugged it off and looked at her father.

"Are we going to ignore it?" She asked. Stiria shrugged.
"Kill it if you want. It's no threat to us."
"Well... Maybe if it attacks." Lillith replied.

The demon continued floating towards them, it's tattered cloak billowing behind it as it flew. It didn't seem to realize it's danger and was too intent on it's intended prey. It let out a loud, deathly screech which caused Stiria to turn to it.

"You just got my attention, you annoying piece of crap." He said softly. He looked at the demon which skidded to a halt, if that was possible for a floating demon. It's deathly face suddenly had an expression that could only be fear etched upon it. Lillith laughed. It was an ammusing expression to see on such a fearsome demon's face, but such was the aura that emanated from the God of Destruction, even the demons of this realm fled his terror. Or attempted to, such was this case. The demon turned and feld as fast as it could, but lightning moves faster. Three large bolts rained down on the demon, reducing it to mere particles in the wind. Stiria had not even moved. To conjure up such a swift, powerful attack without even moving a muscle. She wondered how powerful he would be if his powers were not sealed by the Sun Shackles.

"Shall we continue?" He asked. Lillith nodded, smiling somewhat and the two continued on their way.