He saw Cebreese' display. The display of power that was both raw and chaotic to almost devistating levels. No, the levels he showed weren't devistating, but the power only mimicked on smaller levels what he was truly capable. Adrian had to give pause, had to stand there and watch as Cebreese destroyed not only a man who served him, but also destroyed Adrians very train of focus. Vile, disgusting figure! He was using the voice of Adrian's dead wife to taunt him, to tease him. Had he no shame? But it had worked hadn't it? Yes, to an extent that neither Adrian nor Cebreese could have realised.
Time now stood still, as Cebreese was mid-sentence in the air, kinetic barried building about him. Soldiers were frozen in this timeless war, the pain, the anger, the fear. They were all displayed upon the people vastly about the area. The silence. That was dreary too. The fact that nothing held its way now, how nothing seamed to exist at this point and time other than Adrian. One foot lifted itself heavily, walking forward in perhaps his first steps into this nightmare. Another step soon followed, and another. He walked and weaved between the battle, inspecting everything, everybody. It was perhaps only a matter of moments before he saw a figure shrouded in shadows in the distance... Time? Did it hold its way for him here? Was he frozen too?
Walking over to the figure cautiosly, he became aware that this figure was the one who put this battle on hold, who put Adrian's battle and life on hold. Emerald green eyes focused intently, scanning the dark figure over as he drew near the edge of the forest, and closer to the figure. But the closer Adrian got, the more butterflies seamed to roar in his stomach. There was something oddly familiar about this person in more ways than one. His height matched Adrian's at five feet ten inches. Long black hair flowed down the man's back, but he was pale, oh so pale. Almost ivory in the sense that had the man not blinked, he would have seamed a marble statue. His eyes were icey blue, piercing down to the depths of the very soul. The naked man would have been completely exposed, if not for the shadows which seamed to conform to hide his pelvis.
Adrian let out a soft shudder, only to see his breath in what was the cold air that radiated from the man. Adrian whispered softly, "Who are you?" The question almost seamed rhetorical to Adrian, the man reminded him of Death.
The man's head tilted slightly to the side, as he spoke sternly and softly at the same time, intriguingly charming in the sense that it was soothing to hear. "The first question you should ask yourself Adrian, is who are you? Are you a Darkthorne or a Blackthorne?" The man paused for a second, perhaps giving Adrian some time to reflect on this question, but then he let forth an option that was neither, "Or are you simply a Thorne, like your brother Cebreese." {/b} As the man spoke the second part of that sentence, he pointed up towards the form of Cebreese who had that sick smile upon his face.
Adrian's eyes squinted partially as he looked from the man to Cebreese, then back to the shadow figure before shouting back at him, "How dare you say that I even have an inkling of relation to that beast!" Anger... This man brought out an anger that he had never known. The shadowed figure just smirked, not even giving a slight worry as to the anger that was displayed. But why should he be? Wasn't he death?
The man continued, drawing closer to Adrian to put the soft pink lips next to Adrian's ear. "Shhhh." The man paused, letting his shush try to calm Adrian down some before he let his parade of a history lesson continue for Adrian. "Adrian Blackthorne, son of Rasha Blackthorne. Half brother to Vincent and Reese Blackthorne, etc. etc...." He pulled back, turning his right shoulder to Adrian as he continued "Haven't you ever wondered who your mother was? Why it was that your father kept you in hiding until his death before he told you of your brothers? Why it is that..." The figure glanced over his shoulder back to Adrian, continuing, "He never told you who your mother was?" The smile slinked itself upon the figures face once again, along with a soft chuckle.
Dumbfounded, Adrian couldn't find the proper words to respond to this question. He couldn't have found his voice right now if his very life depended upon it. The man continued, "The name's Amadeus by the way." Amadeus? Had Amadeus ever been a name of Death? No, it was latin for Loved By God. But what god? What god could have loved something that seamed to permiate darkness in such horrific beauty?
Adrian started a sentence, "Amadeus, who was she-"
Adrian was only cut off by Amadeus, as Amadeus seamed to partake in finishing Adrian's question, "She? Your mother was Quelyss. The same mother as Cebreese, the one you call the beast." Now this information was perhaps too hard hitting for Adrian, but it wouldn't stop Amadeus' flow of the tongue, for time was eternal and short at this time. "Your mother and father made an agreement. Cebreese would be raised by your mother, you by the father. And yet we see what results that has wrought upon the world. Where as you have taken to Blackthorne ideaology and morals, he has taken to Darkthorne. But he hasn't limited himself in what he's willing to do to accomplish something like you have Adrian. He's willing to sacrifice everybody and everything for his goals, his ambitions. And thats what being a Darkthorne is all about."
What was he saying? Was he saying that Adrian should be willing to sacrifice everybody and everything for an idea, for an ambition? What in Velusia would be worth such a sacrifice that one would be willing to sacrifice everything? The answer was all too simply and complex; nothing... Nothing was worth sacrificing everything and everybody, but then again, if one doesnt have anybody or anything, then whats one's purpose in life? Nothing... Cebreese had nothing, feared nothing, loved nothing. Cebreese? Are you your only love? The dawn of realization had probably becoming apparent on his face as Amadeus winked at him.
Amadeus placed a hand on his shoulder, continuing now, "If nobody has ever loved him, then how can he know what he's never felt. But while this information is one reason I've come to you today... There is another reason." The face that seamed cheery and angelic now was distraught with concentration, as he spoke, "Earlier your brother Reese spoke of fusing with you, to help him defeat the nightmare lord. But I have my own nightmares Adrian. I've fought for battles that are not my own and have taken souls that were not mine to take. And now? Now I have no meaning to life and the souls Ive collected are attatched. So much darkness on ones soul can only go so far before one seeks a light. One whose been so close to evil and still holds purity."
What was Amadeus truely asking? To become one with Adrian indefinately in hopes of not only perspiring his life, but in order to find light in the darkness? But if Adrian were the light, Amadeus the darkness, then surely the only color they would create would be gray, chaotic, indifferent to either the good or the darkness. And what of the other souls? Would those have such an impact upon Adrian's own as to make him a monster like Cebreese? No he wouldn't, he couldn't! But...
Adrian spoke now, his head dropping slightly as he whispered, "I will..." Now the question first asked by Amadeus was all to real for him, for in it held the answer. He wasn't a Blackthorne, he wasn't a Darkthorne. He was simply a Thorne, a figure caught between two worlds. But Thornes? Weren't they so much more then either side? Yes... But it was only through self discovery. And what was Adrian about to discover? What Cebreese had known all along. Nothing made them strong... Nothing but yourself...
Amadeus nodded in recognition of Adrian's answer and in thanks to fulfilling his request. Stepping forward, Amadeus placed his hand on Adrian's chest, leaning his head back to look at the sky. Amadeus could feel the vivid heartbeat pertained within the torso of the young Thorne. Poetically tragic that Amadeus couldn't have found a miniscule of comfort anywhere in all the realms to provide him relief from his own combersome thoughts, voices plaguing his mind with stodgy information of multiple cultures, trades, and countries. But now there was escape for the fallen figure and strangely it was in the last place he would have planned.
Fingers pressed harder against the corpuscles of Adrian, energy relinquishing itself onto the man while phantoms full of knowledge, ideals, and quickly tied themselves to the edge of Adrians soul. The souls sensed the virtuosity of the man and the longed to be a part of it as much as Amadeus had wanted to. Moral fiber was built into every level of Adrian's sub conscious, but they all nipped at it, wanting that kind of understanding, need, and belief in that good lies beneath everything. But what toll was this elephantine energy and informaton having upon Adrian physically, emotionally, and mentally.
His soul was fighting against the others, establishing itself as the domineering one, as it pulled one by one into its very depths, adding it, expanding his own, making it stronger before moving onto the next, only to be oeverwhelmed by information, emotions, thoughts, knowledge that each one possessed. It was chaotic, a tumultuous event that was driving Adrian to the brink of his sanity, but it also made him sane in that he was gaining an understanding more and more of emotions, of evil, of people on a whole basis. He found himself gaining knowledge to powers through fundamentals he had never known to exist. Arcane magic, necromancy, chronomancy? Since when had there been deviations to magical types? Sure he had known there to be some for psionics, but magic itself was something wholey new to him and to find so much in so little time was a baffling thing all its own. Mental prowess was growing exponentially, but emotionally?
Love... Love to hate, hate to love? fear to love? Fear or fear? Emotions all interchanged themselves, one to another on so many levels. Where did courage come from? Fear. Courage came from standing against the fears that normal men would turn from. Emotions themselves were vast as his soul combined with one after another, how amazing. Adrian had based his life around love, but now he was finding himself to be too narrowminded, too in love with love. He needed these soul's others emotions to make him what he needed to be, he needed them because without them he couldn't be anything!
Physically now, Amadeus' body was starting to decay, energy depleating itself as well as the souls contained so long within. But Adrians, he was becoming the interpretation of perfection. Muscle fibers layered over themselves denser, making each muscle stronger in essence, able to withstand more as his skin became unmarred with scars. His skin was bronze satin to behold, sweat glazing it as the manifesto took hold of him. His hair had become stark white and grown slightly longer, perhaps the effect of this absorption? Or perhaps more to the line that he was willing to except all aspects of good and evil unto him. Now he perhaps shared more with his brother Cebreese then he would have ever wanted. A concept of evil, a knowing that it was needed, and an understanding that without evil how could one recognize the good. But as Amadeus' soul finally departed itself into Adrian, Adrians eyes shifted to that ice blue, taking in the world through eyes anew. And Amadeus? What of him? His rapidly decaying corpse lay upon the ground, as time was now in full effect, well... Even more so.
The events in the distance found themselves moving faster than Adrian had ever expected anything to move. It looked at though the world before him were on fast foreward and were going to pass him by as the time he had spent with Amadeus, learning, retaining, and understanding now caught up to him. But he knew things would find their place again, but to what standard? How much of the battle had been won and lost?
But just as Amadeus had been, so Adrian found himself now, naked with only the shadows to cover him at his whim. The faux pas had perhaps cause the inclination of the shadows to cover him. But he saw clothes neatly foled by the tree behind Amadeus and Adrian let the small smirk fall into place on his now handsome features, features mixed of both his and Amadeus'. He had known Adrian would say yes all along... The sly bastard.
Silk maroon pants found themselves fastened on over Adrian, hastily being put on at that. A black sleeveless shirt with white trim soon followed to be put on, with an aodrning maroon vest with gold trim over that. Bracers slid themselves over the vasular wrists, perhaps giving the veins that popped out along his forearms and biceps a somewhat menacing look as the cuts and curves of his muscles were finding themselves to be sharp to the eye. The rain was beating heavily upon Adrian, his hair falling before his eyes as he reached over to grab two katanas which were leaned against the tree. He placed them across his back diagonally each, the hilt drawn over each shoulder as it were. Eerie, he had never used a sword nor like them, but here... Here they felt at home, and the aura about them was vaguely familiar.. As was that of one on the battlefield.. Eduardo... How did Adrian know that name? Amadeus...
Glancing back over his shoulder, Adrians bare feet gripped onto the grass and mud, muscles tensing with anticipation as he then darted offwards into battle. Eac step was finding itself faster then the last, as he felt lighter then a feather. What started out as a pitter patter of feet running soon faded away into the sound of the rain, as he spotted Cebreese with a woman who was perhaps trying to make an attempt on his brothers life... Adrian couldnt have that. He spotted an ogre just a distance off the wall, and wan towards the tyrants back, ahnds reaching over the shoulder to grab the hilt of the katanas, as he dres closer. Feet slowed down only slightly as he let a slight bend in his knee build minor pressure to leap onto the ogres back, before letting, his butt nearly drop to touch his ankles as he prepared for the next jump.
Muddy feet slidd slightly on the back of the ogre, pressing into the tissue of the being with a slight slip, only to have toes furl themselves and dig into the ogre before muscles catapaulted him in a spiral of a leap, wind gaining around him in a torrent, almost cyclone. Katana's found themselves free from their sheeths midspin, and they danced with his movements, making each move seam completely aerodynamic as he landed behind Honor Demise, the wind blowing harshly from behind the woman to let the woman know that somebody had arrived.
Crouched for a split second upon his landing, he instantly pivoted off his right heel and left toes as he dashed up behind the woman, swords crossing themselves to make giant scissors as it werebefore stopping behind the woman about a foot away... He tilted them slightly to angle them with the womans neck as he whispered in that luxurious voice that Amadeus had held, "Let my brother go, lest you want your servants to have to look for your head.... Only I shall judge his life." He didn't want to kill the woman, nor did he want anybody here really to die. He wanted to avoid the bloodshed if he could, but at the same time, he would do it because now things were going to go on his terms. He would deal with Cebreese as a twin brother should...
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