The Grand Summoning of Varsinax

[The End of All Light.]

In the moment Varsinax had steeped before her and ushered such words that graced her perceptions as if they were music, if only for her ears- they would be welcomed and treated as law, a law unto themself and even though the many centuries had separated them, in all understanding Varsinax did truly know her. And in turn she knew him well enough to humble herself towards his loyalty and honor, always truthful when questions were raised that could work more towards the negative than the positive, but she would always answer honestly despite wrath or favour. Each word was understood, some painful and some enlightening, but as he spoke her left hand descended to grasp his left hand in a gentle hold as her opaque eyes looked deeply into his, as she spoke words of her own, sultry and soft only for his perceptions ? her right hand dismissing every one else present with an impatient gesture. For the moment nothing would break that concentrated stare into his eyes, both energies would clearly be felt and his not denied of beauty and power.







?For all the years unspoken, for our presences unseen and not felt; I have always been loyal to you, never a treacherous beat to thy heart in the affairs of you whilst you were gone to this world and thine eyes or even the sense of your influences gone from this world, a world that many considered dead to darkness or the darkness fleeting simply because they felt lost without your direction. But now, the direction has once again illuminated our paths to cross each other?s as intricate as Aello?s golden spun thread linking our existences together.?







With another motion with her right hand as if carving an object from the very essence of the Temple, or the simply trickery granted by a magician to stun and amuse the eyes of onlookers, this however would be a more personal item, one which only he would understand its origins of purpose and intent.  From the manifestation of those infernal fires and the distinguished presences of those mighty infernal lords as witness a simply gold ring would be produced, one bearing the adornments of those exact fires of hell reflecting in the hearts of embedded rubies. Since her hand gracefully traced the knuckles of his hand before right hand would place the ring upon his left hand- eyes looking down to admire the properties of this exquisite relic before the very hand of his she held would be raised to her lips; her body slightly folding in the position of an honourable bow as those blood-stained lips pressed against the very surface of the dominant ruby and then placing her forehead upon the same location her lips had just adorned.







?I humble myself to you not, because humbling is a requirement as granted by stature and place. I act because it is thy will who wishes to not humble but accept you as my Lord- one that I would never betray even in times of prosecution or question, I would never deny your name from thy lips. I honour you?I would not have brought you from the maws of hell if it was anything less than alliance or anything more far greater than love because in truth, in some manner I possess both for you. Our history weaves strong, and not even in doubt could I deny you. Varsinax, if you ever require my presence, you only need call once and I will be there, for whatever purpose or reason I will not question; but now, you have a world to greet and its dark children to once again bring into your embrace?I am sure our time shall come when our paths cross again, until then just know?my service will always be dedicated to you?







With one final kiss bestowed upon that ring, her head would ascend to once again look into his eyes?as the final words unfurled?







?Now, lead the darkness?!?

[The End of All Light.]

From her spot on the circle, she watched the interaction of her great hostess and the great Lord they all had summoned up from the depths of corruption, hell, torture and death. The shroud now just a silken piece of material laid around her shoulders casually as she watched the proceedings of respect and command given between the two. Subtle intricacies of politics being laid out in simple minutes of time. Most behind her were bowing lowly soothe sea of people were subdued and as well as a mirage of abeyance.  As her hostess bowed she did as well shaky but in control of physical pain and exhaustion for the moment. When she rose again her head was bowed and only her sense of ear following the line of the interaction that set this world into a political abeyance of this great and dark lord.







The three rings of storage were slightly still in place. Some comrades were dragged away while other kept position of where they were before. Her two strongest warriors in these events bowed so near her feet that she could see the outlines of the hoods concealing faces, heads and figures. Pride erupted in her as these two had proven worthy of her attentions. The feeling swelled within giving her more of a boost to stand here, listen and await the time when she would be given the rest needed to restore her energy again.  Now she must remains still in a sign of respect for the glory of the great lord who spoke with her hostess. Here flares of bright cornflower blue shimmered in her periphery. Her long raven locks caressed her exposed back and her body bent slightly forward as she bowed her head.







Deaf on all ears but hers were the breathless whispers of Shiva corrupting the goodness that had been apart of her balance before. It was time for darkness even in her. Shiva and his encouraging steps to bring her here was all apart of this shift in her life. She would obey this Dark Lord. Be his minion of war, destruction, corruption and power. Farsiris knew that Shiva could smell and sense the sweet blood dripping from the wounds on her arm; it was the arm and the hand that held the shroud to bring this Dark Lord into being again. A small amount of her own blood given to the Dark Lord was a small price to pay for one so great to deserve even Shiva?s great respect and adoration.







Until she was either acknowledged or dismissed she would remain, her head bowed in her own measure of abeyance to both her hostess and the Dark Lord. Listening to Shiva?s voice whisper dark notions of what this summoned God could do for the world.

[The End of All Light.]

To Atralamia, he said these words,











"I must go now.  They are constructing a castle for me in Starthra.



If you are ever in need, or bored, then stop and see the great King at his palace.



From there, I grant that you are the Queen of this world, and your space I shall lend thee plenty.







We cannot fail!!  And to my enemies...



Let them rejoin my company, and the side of darkness...



Or, forever shall I stalk my minions upon them,



To crumble and crush their pitiful little existences!!"











His fist was clenched in the air before him at chest level, and the moment seemed ripe for the taking.  Despite the glory of the days to come, Varsinax was still a projected image of himself, but in the body of a mortal man.  It was hard for him to say everything that he was feeling at the moment.  Such a rush of feelings and sensations, he had not experienced in years and years, but now he was, and now he was preparing himself to lead the nation of dark kingdoms and empires.  The world of mortals, and the worlds of the afterlife had finally clashed enough, and now he had come to humble himself, just enough to assume a position of mortality, and from there, be an example to lead the people of this world.







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To Farsiris, his fiery gaze went,











"Your duty here is now complete,



But should you choose to reject the summoning you have performed,



And cast me aside in your mind, as if I was not the true god of all evil,



Then do so at once!!  And be not ashamed..."











He walked over to Farsiris now, and stood especially close, her face to his, and he looked down upon her, examining her mortal body and everything about it, all of its aspects, and he visualized everything it was capable of doing, good or evil.  The eyes of fire there stared directly into the eyes of Farsiris.  When he spoke next, he meant every word of it, and did not falter or slow in his pace as he sent every word of it to her.  But no... He did not speak a single word, only reserving himself to look at Farsiris, and they somehow understood each other clearly.  He subconsciously told Farsiris that is was acceptable to worship Shiva, and through her worship of Shiva, he would find her power, and he too would feel worshiped and empowered.  Because of this all, Varsinax would aid Farsiris anytime she called, for she was loyal to him, and this was more than what he could say about most of the other villains in the world.







He glanced across at Atralamia once more.  Soon he would have to go.  A destiny of darkness would soon befall this world, and over the realms and their kingdoms, Varsinax planned to claim absolute rulership.  It would not be easy, but like when he first claimed Overlordship over the realm of Ayenee one thousand years ago, he would strive and advance toward the goal relentlessly.  The following of evil, even ones who hated him and wanted him dead, they would power his motivation and fuel him to the throne of it all.

[The End of All Light.]

Cornflower blue gazed up to the dark lord she had summoned into this world. His voice radiated his firm statement before he approached. A question posed against her actions. It was the first time she had such a question asked of here. Did she regret his presence here? Did she regret her part in the whole affair of bringing him back to this material plane? Shiva?s voice fell silent in her brooding self-questioning. His guidance was not apart of her normal decision of feelings and worth of what she did in his encouraging steps to bring her to this place, this time, this event. No it was her decision to follow the summons of her person to this great hall where darkness, blood and corruption ensued to bring a magnificent presence back from the dead. No she was not ashamed of her aid in this. She would not reject him for he would bring a balance not only to her life but others across these great realms. Others who have seen light and goodness for too long. If it was war and death that brought this balance then so be it.







At his approach she bowed her head again in slight obeisance to this dark lord. Standing before her she sensed his gaze travel down the length of her lithe form caught at an age of 16, a mortal body trapped in an immortal age of beauty. The glow in her irises sharpened and extended for a moment as she met the flame of his gaze that bored into her mind. He spoke as Shiva did, encouraging her to worship that which she had loved since childhood, accepted since awakening to their sweet voices. Another god within her mind it seemed.  Within her Shiva trembled with approval and respect for a kindred God. The pause of understanding between them stretched and multiplied the echoes of Shiva?s seductive whispers. Now those whispers coupled with those of the Lord standing before her.  Harmony in discordance again.







Farsiris had to stifle a trembling in her blood from surfacing to her skin. The power and darkness this lord emanated even in a mortal form matched if not surpassed Shiva?s caressing touch and voice. This only added to the darkness enveloping her mind, her heart. Yes it was time for darkness. The light has had its spot in the forefront of the lives here. She would aid him if she could, loyal to those found in worthy seating with that of the Great Shiva. His gaze drifted back to their hostess and she bowed her head again allowing this dark corruption to seduce her.

[The End of All Light.]

An honourable nod would be given to Farsiris, her performance and dedication throughout the Grand Summoning had been a crucial part as well in its success and in return Atra would return that act of obeisance. Farsiris was not a servant to Atra and thus would not be treated like one; her role was of importance and would not go unrewarded by any means. Surely she was weary just the same as Atra was, her very body ached from all kinds of side-effects and sudden rushes of various experiences and events, sanity had long snapped from conscience and now Atra seemed as if merely floating. Having bestowed the ring upon the hand of Varsinax and in turn received a token of gratitude and dedication Farsiris in turn would receive an honor that only Atra'Lamia could bestow upon anyone in Aoyn for it was her position and title to do so; Farsiris would receive the commendation and title of 'Sorceress of Aoyn' one that would fall into the category of the Tenarian Temple's High Prisci granting her the ability to bestow Elysium and the ability to use magick in the presence of the Temple and within Tenaria of course with Atra's consultation at first. Farsiris would be considered one of the Oracles of Tenaria, one three that would be sought and destined to possess that given title, not a claimed title unlike may fakes throughout Aoyn; they would be the true Aoyn Oracles.







"You have aided me in the workings which made this moment possible for without you perhaps I would have failed as I cannot place all energies into so many intricate aspects of the ritual and summoning just performed and for that my dear I thank you! May you accept the very title, that only I can bestow and that is the position of Sorceress of Aoyn, and Oracle of Aoyn- you are of the line only official by my will and thus the trinity is nearly complete, only one other remains to been sought for the same qualities you and I possess but also maintaining our own originality and practices- it is truly an honor to have found you my dear. Varsinax is our Lord, the Lord of Aoyn and none other shall be accepted in our presence. I shall award you with land, title and wealth in the land of Tenaria as well as a position on Council for you have done more than prove yourself as worthy of these entitlements, and none have earned the recognition as much as you. I would like you to remain as one of the Temple's Prisci here in Tenaria but that is your choice to make, it is your liberty to do as you will for I do not look upon you as a servant but more like a sister. The choice is yours and any you make I shall respect!"







A slight bow would be given before she would exit the Temple behind Varsinax and witness the confrontation which only aroused her anger and none of respect.

[The End of All Light.]

He bowed his head, acknowledging and accepting the wishes of Atralamia.  She would, indeed, be the Sorceress of Aoyn.  As long as he was around, which they planned to be a very long, long, long period of time, then Atralamia would have all of the power she wanted in the world.







He walked out of the temple, and made his way to his transportation to the Starthra realm...