..It Begins..

[Amaya Sakuraâ„¢]

[align=justify:f456894ab4]”What of this child… as if our fates hung on such a weak and feeble thread, the silk worm so fickle that not even its strong twine could hold all balance?” the elders speak, it seemed these days they had anything else better to do than sit around the fire and whisper sarcastically about legends and old ghost stories. Their pale, cold faces aglow from the flickering of golden dreams and memories of summer- long strands of plaited grey hanging over drab colorless clothing that had long faded of rich dye, much like those strands of hair now white when once a glory of black framed lively features that once sang and danced. Beguiling secrets of age while this young lad held one of his own, already have fought in five of the feudal wars between Za Kurimuzon Teikoku & Fuyu Fukyuu… in the name of the Great Emperor Akihiro Kohaku, my father (or so I would later learn), each year since the age of fourteen.

Thoughts danced around in the maelstrom of the mind: A score of 5 years, and many deaths in-between for all the horror I have seen none had fallen to my heart worse than the slaughter of innocent girls and the mothers whom had bore them… so much blood, and yet I am not totally resolved of it, for it too stains my hands. My name is Akihiro , and I am a warrior  of nineteen years… I must keep telling myself this for I may become one of the lost should the mask be lifted to show the face of my heritage. So alone… trapped in this deceit and yet I cannot move or reach out to grasp, for all I shall find is emptiness. That is my curse to never uphold my true potential.

Animal skin boots scuffing against the ice, unearthing the soil beneath to cause snow and mud to mix- how symbolic of everything a young soul must carry. Slender shoulders squaring back, hands steadily holding the pales of water while the heavy wooden yoke fitted across shoulder blades, carrying them along the path as black eyes stared into the distance reminiscent of bodies shattered, lifeless limbs and the bitter cries of pain emerging from behind the frozen miasmic fogs like some ghost haunting fields of icy-crimson flowers. Much like death, the never-ending cycle… people needed to live, despite the protest of inner morals in retrieving water from the well and having to endure the stares of bewildered peasants- girls with their wilted flowers after my affections along with the older women trying to lure me into their sordid hovels.

That was the life of a young warrior in a village high up in the mountains barely known by those below… here peace was known and the horrors of the imperial realm were only but stories to frighten children until the time came to fight again. Only then would this place know the true loss of war. The family that I had come to know as mine were far better than the last, their deaths came swiftly in the night in the drove of red armored warriors, blood splattered walls and the remnants of their demise scattered all over the countryside. Three daughters had been slain that evening and I was certainly not one of them.

Perhaps being sent to earn wages had been a blessing in disguise at the age of seven? Working the farms when there was no food or grain in which to harvest- barely able to gather a scrap left by the murders of crows that ravaged the landscapes leaving nothing but wasteland in their black, demonic fugue. Returning after three months to burnt remains, then being ushered off to this family, not even they knew the origins of my lineage or gender… thinking I was male and could earn their keep by the service of my own hands and virtues until by the time I was nineteen, I had none. That was the way of the warrior, fast swords and steal hearts- cold to the point of possessing neither heart nor soul; perchance I had either in the first place to squander.

By now, in case you haven’t guessed… I am not male nor is my name Akihiro. Don’t worry it evades many who I come into contact with, but if you spare a few moments I can reinstate your fear of misery and mourning for they have been my constant companions and it is only a matter of time before Daichi’s forces find their way to my village and discover the secrets of many daughters in this village posing as boys and men, people do what they can to see their children live, though in my case I am just an insignificant orphan struggling to find my soul within the darkness… much the same like everyone else caught in this rotting world. At night I pray for deliverance from this lie, at times even death when the moon doesn’t shine through the haze of ice shrouding the perfect blackness.

Many times I even curse the beauty I was born with or at least for the carrion crows to peck my eyes out so I cannot see that beauty staring back at me with such cold, elucidating glances- mocking my very existence, screaming at me to acknowledge who I am and cast aside this sham I have lived since the death of Xi’Shi, the fallen Empress. Indeed the lands were thrown to the wolves of bereavement, but life continues… so why did mine cease with her demise? Did I too receive the kiss of ice and forget all the while it was my turn to slumber? Could I, Amaya Sakura be as fickle to believe those wretched excuses that girls did not bring fortune to poverty, and to masquerade as a boy was more beneficial? If so, then why did they forget to leave out the detail of the massacres of daughters my very age and those not much younger? Was this all just a simple coincidence?

No… I am not that fickle, and be it curse or blessing that I was given the mind to perceive for myself and not simply do to satisfy ones dominance over another. It is safer to smile and continue carrying the water while pondering all the curious concoctions of the mind- at times thoughts are all we have when there is nothing to fill our stomachs. Maybe death is all these fools have to look forward to, there is nothing else, the crops have failed, the last of the livestock save for horses have all but perished to the cold or the scores of wolves that move in ever so closer to pick off those who cannot defend themselves from predators. Energy wanes, life-force diminishing and it seems the only ones thriving are the imperials and the renegades… we may fight, but then we are not given a choice nor supplies to feed our mouths or warm us during the coldest nights. War is selfish and we are not better for bemusing their games and striving for power, an evil cannot replace other evils… traditions never excused annihilation just swept them under the temple stones for some old asinine monk to pray over with this beads and incense.

Smirking, frosty strawberry hued apertures curling into that cynical symmetrical slant, bowing slightly while shoulders slipped from the yoke, small hands grabbing the bucket handles to hoist the water gently to the ground. Feet moving swiftly against the old stone steps to dislodge mud and sludge from pelted swathed boots before carrying the buckets inside and placing them down beside the fireplace. Intense eyes staring around the household in search of the other residence only to be greeted by the plump embrace of my mother (the women I state as mother), her voice lively and warm despite the weather. Responses were short this evening, finding no desire to converse or chatter away mindlessly for the sake of company or the angelic benediction of my own voice. Finding the only reply came with a faint smile and the words that followed the feigned emotion.

“Mother, tonight is going to be exceptionally cold, seems a blizzard is coming down from the peaks, it would be a good idea to shut up tight, we may get a storm as well, hard to tell, the elements are hard to predict these days. Better get the horses in, last thing we need is to lose them too, may be good for trade if things get more dyer.” She smiled warmly “Ah, Akihiro you’re a good lad!” Shuddering slightly at the name, a shiver running along the slender arch of spine while still attempting to maintain that smile, which was hard, it was even harder to believe that anyone could believe Amaya was a boy, or correctly speaking Akihiro was a boy- the figure and facial structure was flawless, porcelain and statuesque, no mark or scar blemished that beauty. Long cascades of sable rivulets, mind you she always kept her hair plaited as with the style of males whereas the females wore their hair pinned up to reveal the feminine curves of the shoulders.

Acceptation, the cure for all denials, anyone can believe anything if they turn a blind eye and allow their minds to sweep into a bliss of ignorance; Amaya simply smiled then allowing it to fade pivoted on adept heel and went about her other chores, tending to the horses, gathering the firewood while melodically humming some tune that had always haunted her dreams, or as she determines… nightmares for none of it ever made sense. Paradoxically, on nights like this when the wolves howl their malevolent requiem, the moon death-masked by the vaporous fogs that rise from the ravine waters only to twirl and coalesce with the wintry atmosphere, causing an ethereal halo around its pregnant full shape.

Something else calls within… a voice or a sense of bewitching that Amaya could never explain while sitting on the window ledge staring out into the darkness across the village, past the gap pathway and into the dense forest which surrounded not only the village but the mountain range as well. This was the only time she could be remotely female, ebony brush handle held against the palm of alabaster pallid hand as it danced through those lengthy cascades of iridescent black. Stars reflecting in the obsidian darkness of those eyes, and the silvery moonlight shone down illuminating that beauty far beyond that which had ever been captured on canvas, portraits of the most undeniable beauties did not surpass hers.  A wind-song harmony rested on the frozen tongues of the tempest, ghostly hymns in adoration for that beautiful face which so often stared longingly into the midnight sky, wishing… waiting… wanting that final release from her own inner prison.

Some nights Amaya would practice her conjurations and manifestations, only small objects that would not arouse unwanted attention for in Helvardea it was illegal for villagers to practice the arts of sorcery, that was reserved for the purer bloodlines, those chosen by the monks or the Emperor himself- to break this law would bring down the worst of punishments, and in that agony death would be the only liberation. Yet, sorcery came naturally to Amaya without the use for practice or arcane books; it was as natural as breathing or partaking in any other function that came with existing. Another puzzle unsolved, another question with no hope of answer.  A sigh bridged over those full, angel-winged arched lips, warm breath intermingling with the bitter winds to cause sylph-like wafts to dance and weave before being swept away by another harsh wintry spectral hand.

Death was on the wind… something dark and sinister hiding within the forest waiting to ensnare the slumbering villagers.  It traveled swiftly on the wings of darkness and yet acted so pensively secretive. Amaya turned her head slowly to face the direction of this sense of foreboding, towards the forest while the soft words muttered “Well… what are you waiting for… here I am”[/align:f456894ab4]

[Darkness Incarnate]

Now that he has finally returned to the physical plane in his entirety, Cyan is traveling the world again, searching for the ways he can bring about the Reign of Eternal Darkness, which is the prophecy of his existence and reign of darkness over the human world. He has recently come to this strange new land where it always snows, and he can see the crimson colored dirt beneath the snow in each of his foot prints. Indeed, this is a strange land, and its foliage seems new to infant eyes, so to speak,  as he travels through the mountain forest. As he is walking through the snow covered forest, he comes to a small frozen pond and decides to wait for a moment, and review the events of his life and all of his knowledge, and so he goes closer to the icy edge and sits, letting his mind drift into a state of meditation…



Cyan's birthplace was in a temple that lay nearly a mile beneath the surface of the world. This temple was of a very purposeful design meant to be able to absorb the overflowing life-force of the human world as well as all latent energies of any kind through the realm. It’s design, both unique and unorthodox, lay entirely underground save for a single entrance near the edge of a dormant volcano’s crater-lake, twenty feet high and peaked in an arch, and twelve feet wide. The door was cut into the walls of the volcano itself, as was the spiraling staircase that winded down nearly three-quarters of a mile beneath the lake where it finally came to a hallway leading to a single spherical chamber. The smooth round walls of the chamber were made of a rare demon crystal that was charged with various energies and gave off a blue glow. Upon the surface of these crystals was a magically created map of the world above in its entirety, one that changed as cities and nations rise and fall through time. The temple was constructed magickally by demons at the command of one of many demon queens,  Amara Veranas.

The reason she ordered the temple to be built was so that she could resurrect her fallen king, Kaos’Aru, in a new and more powerful body that would allow him to take revenge on those who killed him. In the center of the only apparent room, there was a pyramid that was fifteen feet tall and had a stairway on the side facing the entrance that lead to a throne carved into the top of it. Even though the accumulated light emanating from the crystal walls was very bright, there was a black void that hovered in its center, just above the throne in the pyramid. This energy was formed by a spell Amara used to act as a magnet to the soul of Kaos’Aru, and thus draw his soul from the realm of the dead and back into his body which lay in a grave beneath the pyramid. There was another room far below this crystal chamber, one that was not physically connected to the rest of the temple, but played the most important part of all. This room was shaped like a funnel with the thin end facing up towards the rest of the temple, and the broad end facing down towards the volcanoes empty magma chamber another mile below. There were four more demonic crystals here, connected to the outside of the concentration chamber and facing each of the cardinal directions.

It was this room that drew the life-force from the planet itself, and the crystals that drew in all the other latent energies of the human realm so it could all be transferred to the chamber above, passing through Kaos’Aru’s body and gathering in his soul. This process was supposed to increase Kaos’Aru’s power exponentially, but because all of these actions had also fulfilled a prophecy made on the human world by a man who was visited by an angel, the power was instead diverted to a consciousness forming in the conic chamber. It was in this dark place, far below the surface of the world, that Cyan began to form slowly, gathering all of the power meant for the demon in the room above for himself. It was in this unreachable room where the life force gathered from the planet over a great time and was eventually fused with the darkness itself. This resulted in the formation of a being that existed within all darkness, yet was not limited to existing strictly within the darkness; Cyan Nightbane.

All of this was prophesied by an ancient human in a scroll titled "The Reign of Eternal Darkness," which was subsequently lost, or perhaps hidden, in the worlds archives. It wasn't until several centuries after the prophecy was made that there was finally enough energy gathered in the room to manifest the prophesied being into existence. During this time his consciousness grew more and more complex, and he began to have actual thoughts and desires, and soon he longed to walk along the world he saw. When Cyan finally formed his first body, the largest and most grotesque of any form he has had, it was almost an exact replica of Kaos’Aru’s body. It is because of this fact that when he did form, the demon queen Amara appeared in the temple’s resurrection chamber to greet her love. In actuality, though, Kaos’Aru had not yet been revived, as Cyan had overpowered his will to live again with his own will to live for the first time. Amara rejoiced when she saw the form of her love before her, and went to embrace him for they were at last together again, but Cyan rejected her and attacked, filled with a lust for destruction.

He swung his mighty right arm at her, and though she stepped back to avoid the full blow, a blade-like appendage emerged from his forearm and snapped forward, removing Amara’s own right arm. She fell back in a state of shock, unable to fathom how Kaos’Aru could attack her, and so she called for her bodyguards, Zhaeda and Selko. They entered the room to find their queen covered in her own blood and slipping into unconsciousness on the floor before their former lord, and without hesitation they moved to defend Amara. They performed a move incorporating both of their powers, and because Cyan had only just come into being he was unable to use his full power. For this reason, they were able to succeed in banishing him to the human world, and barring him access to the demon world as well. It was this final act that fulfilled yet another part of the prophecy, and so unleashed the coming darkness onto the human world.

Cyan traveled the human world for many years, killing and destroying all before him as he moved through the human world without mercy. One day, however, just as he was about to slay an innocent woman near a tavern, his attack was stopped by some invisible barrier. It seemed that his actions had gained the attention of some guardians of the humans, and the barrier had been erected by one of them, Karoka Solmarus. At first, he and Cyan battled one-on-one, and though Karoka had the edge by far it was proving difficult to deal the killing blow, so he called in two others among his guardian ranks, Jacendar Ely’el and Ridega Nacajiik. Upon their arrival, the tide of the battle between Cyan and Karoka was tipped even further out of Cyan’s favor, and his body was soon destroyed in a single, mighty attack launched by the three guardians. Since he was now without a body, he existed solely within the plane of shadows as a shapeless mass, gathering energy so he could form a new body for himself using his new found control of the essence of darkness.  

After one human year he was again ready to walk among the humans, this time in a much smaller and more graceful body that would suit him well in future battles. This body was not as grotesquely shaped as his previous form, nor as big or frightening. Instead, it is human in size and the flesh of his new body was smooth with a reddish tint, with two nine inch horns pointing back from his head, and a smooth, almost reptilian tail.  After he took this form and finished manifesting his new body so that he could inhabit it, he again traveled the world of the humans, though this time he was far less violent and destructive.  Since he no longer attacked the innocents, or at least not as much, he did not immediately catch the attention of the guardians who had killed him prior to his return to the world. It was then that he began questioning the source of his existence and he decided to return to the demon realm and speak with Amara, the first person he saw in life.

Since he had been banished, one would think he could not return. However, because of his death and eventual return to life in a new body, he found a way to bypass the enchantments placed upon him by Zhaeda and Selko and thus returned to the demon realm. When he arrived at Amara’s palace, her arm had been healed and she did not recognize his new body and thus he was able to join her forces temporarily to learn all he could about himself, and his “creators”. He remained in her servitude half-heartedly for some time but eventually he rose against her and tried to kill her when she wouldn’t tell him anything about the being that formed in the chamber, or the being it was originally intended to resurrect. Since he could not kill her because of her barrier, there was no point in simply sitting there to watch her hide in it, so he left the realm again completely, returning again to the human world. During this time he met a strange, rather powerful human woman, or so it seemed she was human.

Her name was Ellessia Darrusi, and she told Cyan that she was a messenger from Amara, and that Cyan’s presence was requested by her queen. What Cyan didn’t know, however, was that Ellessia was also a guardian like the men who had destroyed his body before, and she was simply leading him to a trap set by Amara. Upon their arrival, Cyan realized he had taken the bait when he saw the three men he could never forget standing before him, just behind Amara’s throne; Karoka, Ridega, and Jacendar. The battle that ensued again ended with Cyan’s defeat, though this time they made certain to banish him to the place from where he came; the plane of shadows. They allowed him to keep his body so that he wouldn’t be able to so easily bypass their banishment, but they did not realize that Cyan himself could change bodies without needing his body to be destroyed first.

If he were anyone else, his stay in the plane of shadows likely would have been eternal, but because he was gaining more of a sense of mastery over the darkness he was born, he developed many new and powerful uses for the powers the plane of shadows was bestowing upon him. One of the techniques he developed was an ability to peer from the infinite darkness of the plane of shadows, into its opposite darkness on the physical plane. Another was a simple modification of this, so that instead of simply viewing things in this manner, he could also travel to the places he saw, forming out of the shadows he was watching from, often simply appearing to be walking from the darkness. Because he was born from the essence of darkness all of these abilities were innate, though he just needed time to develop them and his stay in the plane of shadows increased the rate of his development incredibly.

It wasn’t until a few months later that he felt he was ready to again travel to the human world, though he would never again use a body that didn’t look human, since he had always drawn everyone’s attention the moment he entered places with either of his first two bodies. During his stay in the plane of shadow, all he had done was think of what he would do upon his return,  and all the while his power increased with each days passing. When he finally returned it was in a human form with flowing shoulder-length silver hair and a pair of deep, unnaturally mesmerizing blue eyes, with a face that looked maybe twenty-one at most. He wore a gray shirt beneath a set of leather and light plate armor over his chest, and darker gray pants with a black leather strap wrapped many times around his waist.

This time as he traveled through the world, he no longer sought to spread fear and destruction, instead he desired only to learn about himself and his origins while finding as many beings as possible with power equal to or greater than his own. The three guardians that had defeated him before were such beings, but he also knew they were of no use to him because they already considered him an enemy. It was during his time in the plane of shadow that he had come to the conclusion he must find a way to the god plane where the creator of all was supposed to reside. The reason he wanted to find the Creator was to learn of the ultimate power that a being can wield, and gain possession of it. Cyan did not know of any way to reach the god plane so he set out to search for angels, but they only appeared when ordered to by their higher power the Creator, or God as it was called by the humans.

Because they only appeared when ordered was why he decided to seek out all the powerful beings that he could, and during this time he met a great number of people with power far surpassing his own, and he lusted to surpass all of them. He spent the next few years searching the world, and also returning to the plane of shadow  for short periods of time  in between so he could strengthen himself and continually raise his power to new heights. Upon returning to the physical plane after spending a month in the plane of shadow, he came upon a distraught young women with a very strange aura around her, sitting on the ground in a temple ruins crying. Cyan immediately knew she was an angel, and he was even more pleased about the fact she was a woman.

He had been trying to perfect a new technique in which, when he and another were both in the plane of shadow, he could enter their mind and shape everything they had ever known, replacing whatever he chose with new knowledge, or new memories. Thus, when he saw this female angel before him, he saw a perfect opportunity to practice his technique once more. It was then that he opened a portal to the plane of shadow, and dragged her into its tenebrous grasp. Instantly upon stepping through the portal, they were both surrounded by an impenetrable darkness, and instantly Cyan set to work on her mind. Upon entering her thoughts, he learned everything he needed to know about her in an instant; her name, why she was so depressed, everything that she knew.  

Her name was Ciria Niese, and she had been a guardian angel over a mortal king, but she had fallen in love with him. When he died of a strange disease, she vowed to find a way to revive him, but by doing so she sinned and was subsequently banished from heaven by God. Her situation was seemingly perfect for Cyan to corrupt her and then use her for his own purposes. He replaced all memories and knowledge she had of her former love, with images and memories of himself and the plane of shadows so Ciria would love him unconditionally once he completed warping her mind, and her life. When he finished and returned her mind back to her own control, Cyan told Ciria of how he had searched for her and he was so happy to have finally found her, and to celebrate their reunion he asked Ciria to bear his child. She agreed to this happily, overcome by her own joy of being together with her one true love Cyan once more.

He then proceeded to plant his seed within her, and she got pregnant with twins, though both of the abominations that began to form in her womb frightened Ciria because both of their levels of power were both greater than her own and inherently very evil. She could not grasp how this was possible since she had been impregnated by a human, or so she thought. When the two children were finally born, Cyan took them both and left them alone in the safety of the plane of shadow so they could incubate until they were adults. After this, he transported Ciria out of the plane of shadows and left her on her own, going on without her since he had the children he wanted. When they reached maturity, he intended to use them as a gateway to the god plane, but before any of this could take place he was approached by a woman named Matarah.  

Matarah had found and deciphered the ancient texts prophesying Cyan’s existence and eventual reign over the world and then set out to find the being it spoke of to aid her in accomplishing her own plots, as well as establish the Reign of Eternal Darkness. When she appeared before him, she showed Cyan the scroll that foretold more then a few events of his existence, as well as his origins and even details about how he formed. After Cyan had read the scrolls’ prophecy he asked why she had sought him out and how she had come to possess the scroll. She did not reply for some time, but when she finally spoke she told Cyan that the Reign of Eternal Darkness was not something she wanted to stop, and by seeing the prophecy come true she would be able to fulfill some goal of her own, which she did not describe. Cyan never really trusted the woman but he remained in contact with her for some time, seeking her out now and again because of her considerable knowledge, and a deep power he sensed in her that was possibly greater then his own.

[Darkness Incarnate]

Not long after he met Matarah, he met an even stranger being that seemed to be under the control of some dark, mighty power Cyan could not quite comprehend. Though he could not understand it, he was able to sense its depth and magnitude, and also that it was unlike anything from the human world he had ever seen before. It was as if the creature that controlled the man he met, who himself was a chaos demon named Naltere Sogansu, was from a world far away from the human planet. It was because of the creature’s distant origins and its unique power that after time, it began to use its strange abilities to take possession of Cyan’s mind and control him, just as it had done with Naltere. Cyan still had conscious thought, though to him it seemed as if he had simply been forced into some alternate realm by an invading mind when the alien being took  control of him.

After it had done this, it used Cyan along with Naltere, who was originally a Dark Lord of a demon Empire spreading across the human world, in a plot to take possession of the five other Dark Lords and the Emperor, Aurion Baltor. It was at this time that Matarah enacted her own plans, and launched an attack with her armies and allies against the forming empire’s capital city, Aurion City, which was named after the emperor himself. She also attacked Cyan and Naltere, and even managed to find a way to attack the alien that was controlling them, eventually succeeding in making it retreat from the world temporarily. As a result, Cyan’s mind was returned to his own control, though for some reason Naltere remained in servitude to the creature, perhaps willingly. Upon his release from the aliens control, Cyan underwent a powerful ascension after he met with Matarah once more and she performed an unusual technique on him, which resulted in his latent connection to darkness itself to solidify thus making Cyan join completely with darkness itself.

His conscious mind was changing as well, from a single mentality to something vast and encompassing all darkness, as Cyan himself truly became Darkness incarnate. His body dissipated in cloud of black as he faded into the fabrics of the dimension itself, returning to the plane of shadow. From that moment forward, he was unable to dwell in his entirety on the physical plane unless through the means of an avatar, of which he had many. Matarah continued her fight against the Empire, and Cyan aided her in a final attack against Aurion himself, which resulted in the demons destruction and return to the demon realm. Once Aurion was killed, the four remaining Dark Lords of the Empire found themselves without their emperor in a battle they had lost the moment he died. They then vanished, opting not to continue a meaningless battle they knew they couldn’t win, and a fragile peace set over the lands once more as Matarah assumed a role of Empress in the vacancy left by Aurion and his minions, and she brought the human world into an era of prosperity even though she was still working with Cyan to bring about the Reign of Eternal Darkness behind the scenes.

All the while, Ciria had been seeking Cyan out so that she could take her revenge against him since her real memories had returned, and she now saw the truth about Cyan; he was not her love, but an uncaring manipulator of her life. Once she knew this to be a fact, there was nothing anyone could do to stop her in her search for Cyan, except for Cyan himself. Though he had granted her many new powers and abilities when he first corrupted her, when he released her from contact with him, those abilities became dormant, though they still remained if only Ciria could remember how to use them. However, since Cyan released her from his servitude and her real memories returned to her, she has been utterly confused about everything she knows, except that she must kill Cyan. When Cyan finally made one of his rare physical appearances in the world, Ciria sensed his immediately and traveled through a portal to where he was. She moved to attack him before either of them could speak.

Just as her blade was about to make contact with his head, Cyan faded from physical existence before her very eyes, then his body reformed from her own shadow and he opened a portal to the plane of shadows, transporting them both there so that he could deal with Ciria in a place where she would have absolutely no chance of escape. Upon their arrival, he unleashed a mighty attack upon her and since it came from all directions and angles, she could not even react before it had consumed her in an even darker embrace then was normal for the plane of shadows. In truth, Cyan was only removing all connections she had with him, with darkness itself as a result.

He returned her to her former self, uncorrupted save for her mind that still harbored two separate lives’ worth of memories. After he did this, he again removed her from the plane of shadows as he began to contemplate ways in which he could return to the physical plane in his entirety, which had become impossible since his ascension into something akin to a god. Since then, he had only been able to manifest false shadow bodies of his actual self that possessed a fraction of his full power, or he controlled the bodies of a few mighty warriors he had possessed, who’s bodies he kept in a coma like state in the plane of shadow until he needed them for whatever reason.

When he used these men’s bodies, he would manifest them on the physical plane, and be able to use their eyes and bodies as if it were his own body, yet he also remained in the plane of shadow, viewing so many simultaneously occurring events from all of the darkness of the human world. This sense of omnipresence was something he soon grew to hate, however, as he began to desire his former style of life as an individual being, and not some massive entity. It was because of these desires that he began to search for the temple he came into existence in, and he thought of a way to use his daughter and son to free himself from his own sense of imprisonment within himself, regardless of what it would do to them.

Now that they had finally matured, though they had never truly lived any sort of life, Kishara and Vercasius, as they were named by Cyan, had recently began learning of the newfound purpose that their father finally had for them. Though Vercasius and Kishara both were powerful already, Cyan planned to imbue an eighth of his total power and consciousness into both of them, and then use their bodies as an anchor of sorts while he began a stage of rebirthing in the temple in which he had originally formed. He left Kishara’s body in the plane of shadow, and he transported Vercasius, already imbued with Cyan’s power, to the concentration chamber in which Cyan formed. It was at this time that Cyan began to form a new version of his old body in the complete darkness of the chamber he placed Vercasius in.

As he did this, he began to transfer the entirety of his vast consciousness into each of them, as he placed a smaller portion of it, his actual mind, in the empty body he had formed from the darkness. Eventually, Kishara and Vercasius possessed all of his omnipresent sight, and he again began to view the darkness from his own eyes, and nothing more. In fact, though it was not an intention Cyan had, when he finished transferring his former consciousness and the little power to each of them that he did, Kishara and Vercasius both became akin to Minor Deities of Darkness and Light, though they remained under Cyan’s control and in their permanent places. Finally, after a human year he finally completed the process of his rebirthing, and for the first time in many years Cyan formed in his own body at the entrance of the temple, and he saw the moon rising into the night sky to greet him for the first time in ages, or so it had seemed. He took in a deep breath to cherish his return to the world, and set out to bring about the Reign of Eternal Darkness once more….


 

I edited the last paragraph a bit so this is the edited version: All of these memories flash through his vast consciousness as if he is reliving them all, and all at his own bidding as he repeats the events of his own existence time and again, going over all he has ever known, about everything else as well as himself, searching his mind for anything he may have overlooked before. After an hour of this, he finally decides that there isn’t any possibility that he missed anything through his search of his mind, and so he sighs, not really upset with the knowledge, but not pleased either. Just above him, a branch snaps under the weight of the snowfall, and the snow and it come falling down on top of him and forces him to put all of his thoughts aside momentarily so he can avoid the falling mass, and as he comes to a stop he hears a woman’s voice call out “Well…What are you waiting for…Here I am” that cuts off into silence shortly thereafter. Intrigued, Cyan begins to search discreetly for the source of the voice, and he walks into the shadow of a nearby tree, traveling from tree to tree via their individual shadows and viewing the area in immediate sight of the tree’s before moving to the next, when finally he sees a woman sitting in a window sill with seemingly flawless features, a true beauty to behold. It is then that he steps out of the plane of shadow, and his body simply seems to walk from the nearest tree itself before Amaya, though the slight dark left by the full moon does hide his arrival rather well. “Who is it you speak to, miss?” is all that Cyan asks the girl as he moves like a ripple in the darkness closer to where she is sitting.

     


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