The Heaven’s already ebony color appear to deepen yet again as the ground in front of the cloaked man surges in an absolute upheaval of violence. From within the large storm of dust a black object can be seen rising, rising, seeming to grow as a giant leach or parasite from the very earth itself.

Rising forth from the very ground is the gargantuan Spire of the Forsaken. A lone monument in the eye of a massive dessert; the shortest route still two-hundred miles of pure heat and two suns. The tower stands over five-hundred feet straight into the sky and appears to be made entirely of onyx; an ebony needed in the wake of a great dessert.

A mighty onyx staircase leads up to two humongous black doors; etched with murals of gruesome slaughter, maiming, of pure bloodshed. And yet the etched portraits all look familiar...for they are the faces of Duragon, Janos, Dragon Master, Set, and his “mighty” Legion. And one thing stands above them all: A great winged creature with a large glowing blade and two angelical wings cast out from his shoulders. Etched into the
doors are five simple words: “Only Those Worthy Shall Enter.”

Standing to either side of the steps are two massive monuments: twenty-foot tall soldiers etched forever in some unknown alloy of metal. In one hand they held a massive
spiked mace, the other a tower shield to cover their entire bodies. Their arms is ridged in massive spikes, each one easily long enough to penetrate through a man’s body. They stand, sentinel, to all those who dare to enter. In front of the tower, forming large rings on both sides, are more warriors from the cloaked figure’s creation. Ten feet tall, built stocky only with height. Scowling, yellow eyes of a cat, with he jaws and fangs of a
might lion, and the face and hair of a man. The body is that of a man and something else...something more twisted...for not with the human side did the massive claws extend or the wings foretell. Each one stood erect, waiting until their time, their only function to protect the Master. These armies only wield their own bodies as weapons...but those alone are more than formidable.

Within the large doors is a seemingly endless labyrinth of Hiro’s creation set to keep all those who tried away from him while he finished destroyed the last barrier between himself and his true body. In other words...I make up the rest...as you go.

Standing tall and proud next to his creation the mysterious man grins, his lips a kind of ebony perfection as his eyes flash a strange green. Craning his neck back he stairs up into the Spire, the top completely invisible even to his own eyes so dizzying was the height. Jagged branches of stone shot from random parts of the tower, adding to its demonic appearance and mystique. And to think...within these walls...everything would die.

He lowered his head; returning his chin to his chest, arms together in front and hidden in the black cloak. Slowly he began to shuffle forward towards the two large doors, the soldiers, in similar fashion to the others, bow to allow his passage as he enters into the large doors, the outside of the Spire gleaming with blackness of the two burning suns. The interesting thing of all...was that there were no windows...no openings at allexcept those one doors. Only way in...only way out.

His face still ice he finally reaches the pinnacle of the Spire, reaching to the highest points. Within this chamber...his chamber...was all that he needed. He knew that his Business would fair well with Rogers looking after it. All else was in order. Now he would have interrupted time in which to do what needed to be done.

However, as Hiro began to prepare for his own journey the thoughts of many came to him. Dante, he wanted his destruction. And Set along with him. So, some did desire for Hiro to die. Either way made no difference. he had his armies. He had his tower. And if all else failed he would fight himself.

A flashing green light began to emanate from Hiro's own body; flashing along in regular inervals like a strobe light. His body, limp, lifted into the air, the cloak lifting from his body and setting down onto the stone floor. As if suspended in water Hiro's body hovered, eyes closed, body relaxed. And, slowly but surely, his body was changing.

His muscles were decreasing in size, but were easily seen increasing in density and symetry. His hair rose above him; the black that still remained near the roots slowly disappearing as the silver seemed to devour it. And yes, his body was chaning, but that so little. What was so significant was what was happening inside of him.

The light still flashing intensely, Hiro's body continued to hover...changing.

Suddenly, Hiro began screaming.

His body grew taut as he curled into a fetal position; the vens rippling from his body. His jaw muslces stood out prominently as his teeth clenched together in pain. His skin moved upon its own trail, writhing as if dozens of massive worms crawled just below the surface. His hair was swallowed in glistening silver; the black existing only in scattered strands and streaks and tips. With a massive howl his mouth flung open. The fangs were incredibly long; elongated and needle-sharp. The red glow of his eyes dissipated and dulled; leaving his eyes as they would always be. He could feel Endless and Hiro starting to combine...but oh God how it hurt.

The Tower began to tremble; vibrating as chunks of its hard surface began to fall as boulders upon Set's Legion. For deep within the task was almost done.

And there he lay suspended: "Hiro". A christening creature of untold celestiality. An angel that coexisted with both the light and the dark, the powers of both granted, and yet their conflict only strengthening him. Mere minutes remained...mere minutes.

Gazing upon his fram he was no longer cumbersome but lithely, beautifully, built. Only with his mere breath one coudl feel his power; the power of existing outside of reality, the power of beign alive, only to die, to be reborn as beign both. The power of being the focal point of all thigns: good, evil, time, reality, fate, everything. It all met somewhere in reality...and where it met...the nameless one stood at its center. His flowing silver/black hair danced about in the air at the anti-gracity light that surrounded him; his eyes closed but casting a somewhat visible glow upon his eyelids. His face was much more attractive, despite the larger fangs. And yet his wings were no where to be seen...

A glowing white line appears in the air near where Hiro floats. It opens quickly and Lightbringer steps through it. There is a cold wind flowing out of the portal before it snaps shut. Flapping his wings slightly, Lightbringer looks apon the former angel, the one that he took the place of. Shaking his head slightly he speaks in a deep, resounding voice.

"Hiro, or should i say Nameless One, you must think of your actions before you do something you cannot take back. You must think of what your doing. Because if you do return to your formal glory, then you wont get to destroy exsistance. God is infallible, and he was the one that stated you will never become the Nameless One again. So if you do, you will prove God wrong, and if that happens, everything will come to a stop, and nothing will ever exsist again. Nothing. You wouldn't get to have revenge by your own hands. You wouldn't get the satisfaction. Please Hiro, you once told me I would always find an ally in you, and if you do this, then it helps no one. I can help you, or at least try, but please, don't do this."

As he stops talking, there is another cold breeze. Praying that Hiro will stop this madness and come to his senses, he knows that if he doesn't, he will be forced to stop him. And his mind is filled with dread, and guilt, that he might have to do what he dreads. Kill Hiro.

Vorach shimmered into reality on the opposite side of Hiro as Valron. Casually he gazed along the length of Hiro as he hung suspended in the air. Soon, it will be over and you shall be complete, and the experiment can end ushering the return of the old order. Walking around Hiro, he glanced across to the angelic form of Valron.

[Color=sky blue]Beautiful isn't he. The power is changing him making him fit to assume his new role. The stone of Duragon gave him much, but soon he will be far more.[/color]

Pausing he returned his gaze to Hiro as the tower trembled slightly as the Angelion landed upon the battlefield in defence of the tower.

[Color=sky blue]So long it has taken, an eternity. But soon reality will be reclaimed by its true master. Soon the sleeper will awaken and all shall be restored to its proper role.[/color]

A clarion roar from without signalled that the Angelion had encountered the first of its adversaries. Waving his hand a tablet of stange grey stone appeared in Vorach's hand. Pivotting on the spot, he turned to face the angelic Valron, his eyes calm and his voice patient as he quoted a line of scripture, ancient when this world was born.

[Color=sky blue]And so it shall come to pass that a new dream shall come to the world. A dream of return. And for eternity it shall persist, until from the ranks of the old orders there shall arise a Hero, warrior of both causes and neither. And following the dream the Hero shall become restored, reset upon his path. And in these moments the sleeper shall rouse and the universes will tremble as unity returns, destroying the false orders. So it was dreamed, so it was written, and so it shall be.[/color]

Vorach extended the tablet to Valron allowing it to float to him its strange language unrecognizable but instinctively understood. Vorach then turned as the tower trembled again and shrieks of agony permeated the walls.

[Color=sky blue]Wonderful piece of writing yes. The first recorded scripture, billions of years old and from a world far away. The native race of the world it originated from were certainly shocked when it fell from the sky. A star stone, unbreakable and encoded in a script which was alien in the extreme, yet some how it was able to be read at just a glance. Though perhaps you should read it for yourself Lightbringer.[/color]

Vorach placed his hands behind his back and returned his gaze to Hiro, a thin smile of satisfaction upon his lips.

she comes in with her hands in her back walking slowly to the corner of Vorach L'Strahd looking directly at Hiro.
She slowly looks down and fell shame .
"Hello gentelmen.. how are you ..? what are you discusing st this time..?"
looks at Vorach L' Strahd and smiles .

ooc: *sigh* so basically people can just warp anywhere they damn well please? If I had known that I wouldn't have went through the trouble of making an army. Since, after all, people can just "warp" wherever they want to, or just fly over them right? Oh well though...so long as no hostility is waranted against Him...then no harm done.

IC:

Overhead, the dark sky becomes a seething array of red, black, darkest blue, and silver.

Within the Spire, in front of the eyes of all, "Hiro's" body slowly raises high into the air. A look of cold serenity glows from his features; his body perfect in every way. His energy was both Light and Dark, both good and evil, both Hiro...and Endless. All things. And yet no things.

The air within the room thickened and heated...a warming, peaceful heat. Strange, somehow Black, light passed through the windows. Which had, in their own rite, seemed to expande from the Spire itself.

Hiro's new voice...holy, impure, hateful; filled with power and serenity but edged in pure, raw animosity; filled the room. His lips did not move, nor his eyes open.
You're too late Light Bringer

The sphere of green light around his body surged with a sudden bolt of power and light. All around them the Spire began to crumble apart; distenegrating. Bolts of black light burst from the sphere; dancing along the frames of both warriors. However, it would not harm them.

Slowly Hiro's body turned about in the air; his hair floating dreamily into the empty space. His features glew with a ghostly illumination from the pulsating sphere of green light around him. And yt, through the mayhem, a look of utter...serenity surrounded them all. For soon things would be as they were destined.

His body slowed it's rotation and then quite; leaving his body facing them, eyes closed, lips sealed, hair floating. With a snap his eyes burst open. Strange blackness swirled within their icy depths; surging with colors of pure light. His bluish-black lips spread in a frozen grin, showing his many sharp fangs. For these razors could retract as needed with a snap and extend for biting. How lovely it was.

From these lips seethed his voice; so smooth, yet dark and light. As mysterious as his mere presence. "Thank you, Vorach, for your protection. Your Angelion is incredible; beautiful, really. Valron...the young Light Bringer...I cannot be undone. You know that. This was going to happen no matter the consequences. And God did split me...indeed...but He did not intend for my schizm to be eternal. But now there is someone who you must worry about more than me...for I will not rest until his threat is eliminated: Set. With my presence the battle is won. Vorach...Valron, come with me, my friends. We have much to do. Marius treads dangerous lands. Let Set's forces remain here: I will rid of them easy enough. Call your Angelion to Marius' side...we attack the Black Citadel."

ooc:Sorry i read..Im worth it

Vorach smiled in satisfaction as Hiro arose, complete, it began at last. The dream would soon end, and he would be rewarded. At Hiro's words he turned to face him.

[Color=sky blue]Thank you my friend, though I cannot accept the credit, it is not my work. I merely performed the summoning.[/color]

Rising slowly he floated beside Hiro, nodding slowly he signalled he was ready to go.

Smiling at his comrad, the angel speaks again: "I need a name. I think...I think I shall retain my name as Hiro. But, more important issues arise. Come now Valron; time to bring your light." With that he floated over to the center of the room; the temperature instantly falling to a steady zero degrees, chilling the stones. Raising his hand before him the window expanded suddenly; animating within the very stone, creating a doorway over two miles up into the air. With a final grin to his companions he landed, walked over to the doorway, and leapt out.

Soaring towards Set's Legion Hiro could feel the strange power within him. Even he could not describe it, or understand it. BUt that didn't matter. Whatever he was, he was still that and this was still his power. Whatever it was.

His silverish hair blew behind him with the rushing currents of wind; all sound washed away in the flood of speed. With a grin Hiro searched out what was within his body...and found it.

What appeared to be two glowing masses of light seeped from his back; spreading out and forming two dove-shaped wings made of pure, glowing, incandescent light; swirling about behind him as he soared. AH yes, this would be a very enlightening experiance. Very enlightening indeed.

Vorach could not help but smile as Hiro applied his new powers. Floating slowly he moved out of the window, behind Hiro, as his great wings cast a visible aura about him and illuminated the air. Vorach descended steadily, stopping inches above the ground. Calmly he watched as Hiro moved through the air, at the same time whispering.

[Color=sky blue]The beginning of the end. And the end of a new beginning. At last.[/color]

The Angelion paused in the midst of its ravaging of Set's forces. Hundreds of demonic bodies lay torn and mutilated around it while smile mounds of ash also bared witness to the Angelion's destructive swath. Bloody gore still hung from its taloned hands and flesh blood slid cleanly from its thin fur as it turned at the arrival of Hiro. Sniffing the air slightly its eyes flared with holy fire and its halo began to hum gently, before it dropped to one knee and bowed in submission and reverence, the carnage and war surrounding it ignored for the time being.

Hovering about a hundred feet from the earth Hiro's massive glowing wings swirled about his body. With a brief smile at the Angelion he turned and swirled about in the air; his wigns flowing out as massive capes. He stopped abruptly and soared down; a mere streak of light. Gripping one wing in his hand he soared into the fray; casting his arm about him as if wrapping himself in a garment. The wing spread out and expanded; slicing cleanly through dozens, or even hundreds, of Set's Legion. As the circle was completed he shot up into the air again; wings coiled about him as a shield, his body a missile. Retaining his heightful stance the wings slowly uncoiled; once again spreading out to his body; pulsing. "Here I am Set...come and get me."

*With the Angelion on it's knees, the legions of chaos was given a better chance to gain victory than ever thought. A fatal mistake that the Forces of the Dark Lord would use. The Unholy legion quickly swarmed around the Angelion, covering his body like a wave of deadly insects. The ghouls, rotting vampires, and other demonic creatures covered the angel-like being, clawing in it's flesh. Their teeth ripping into his body. The twisted swords and knives were being jabbed deep within it's body. With the destruction of this creature, the only other threat to them would be Hiro himself.

*The Angelion's holy blood poured forth from it's body, glowing a strange silver. The demons were going to gain victory, if only for one moment. They were going to take at least one weapon from Hiro.......for if they did not, then they would face a much greater evil.....the wrath of their master.

Upon the Angelion's torment Hiro turned to face the Legion upon it. In a streak of black he shot through the small expanse; quickly narrowing the small space.

A glowing sphere of red light pulsed in his palm. Hiro stopped, hovering, above the massive flood of black atrocities. With a grin the black sphere warped and shot up; revealed Hiro's large blade, Sarcophogus Monolith. The sword fell into Hiro's awaiting hand, and with a bold confidence he shot down into the center of them; slicing through their bodies with the glowing, pulsing red blade. The Angel cried tears of blood.

*Dante walked into the the spire breathing heavly. He quickly saw the steps and began to walk up them. His body was still in it`s juggernaut state for Dante did not trust Hiro to make any thing easy for him. As he walked up the steps his steel tip boots taped on every stone step he walked on.

After about five minutes He came to the top of the steps were he saw four disturbing portrats. Three of the four were dead, for Dante had seen the deaths of Duragon, Janos, and DragonMaster
all in his Dreams but the fourth portrat was of Set, Dante knew that he still lived for the moment so what did he have to do with the other three.

He shook his head causing his midnight black hiar to wave around in the air. He then stoped and say writing at the top of the doors reading (only the worthy shall enter) Dante piad no heed to this as he opened up the large doors.

When he opened them he expected to see Hiro there wiating to fight him but the was no Hiro only Valron standing in the empty room. He walked inside the room and the doors closed behind him quickly. He turned to valron and looked at him with his eyeless eyesockets*

Hello once agian Valron

*Before another word escaped his crimson red lips he felt hiro`s presents he ran over to the window to see Hiro flying away. He would have given chase but his wings were still gone.
He let lose of his juggernaut power his skin retrning to its normal color and his eyes reapeared like magic.
once out of that form his wings and damaged body parts had already begun to heal and regenerate themselfs. Although it would take some time before he could fly aigian he wasn`t worried he knew were Hiro was going*

well Hiro I will see you later then and then it will all be over

Lightbringer shook his head slowly, letting his bangs sweep across his forehead. He spoke to Dante in a deep, calm yet ominous voice.

"Hello Dante. I have some matters I must attend to so forgive my quick departure..."

Lightbringer slowly extended his left fore-finger and traced a verticle line. Brilliant light quickly came from it as it grew in size. Lightbringer looked out to where Hiro was and then back towards the portal. He stepped into it, allowing the blinding light to engulf him. The portal closed abruptly once he was within, leaving only silence and darkness to Dante.