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I've been told in chat that my character's name can be different from my own, so...
Chapter # 9
Zenith
Darkness. I could see nothing but pure, perfect, pitch darkness. The darkness was around me, suffocating me, and it was inside me as well. My innards burned with cold fire. The feathers of my pristine white wings were turning black, one by one.
How long had I been here? Hours? Days? Years? I almost couldn't remember who I am anymore.
Oh yes. I was an Angel, Archangel in fact. Emphasis on the
was. My Angelic Name used to be Eosphiel, the Morning Star, but apparently I wasn't allowed to use that anymore. Still, I was one of the highest and brightest before I Fell, so perhaps... I shall call my self Zenith.
Now, why was I banished again?
You imbecile! How
dare you forget!
Memories came flooding back at me. Images of a lithe, feminine form, with ebony black hair and eyes as dark as midnight. She looked at me with love and adoration. Leaning close, she sunk her sharp incisors into the flesh of my neck, pouring liquid darkness into my veins. She was suddenly ripped away from me. Beams of harsh white light coalesced upon the female, and her screams pierced my heart as she was vaporized before my very eyes. Then the light turned upon me, pushing me into the endless abyss below.
SELENE!!! I screamed. But no sound came out. Instead, the pain only became worse. My lover's anguished cries haunted my eardrums, and they wouldn't go away no matter what I did.
I remember completely now. I was an Archangel, a sacred guardian of Light. She was a Dark Nymph, a creature of unparalleled beauty and mystery. We fell in love at first sight, but the bitter war between Light and Darkness would never allow us to be together. So I abandoned my heavenly duties, and we fled. She injected her own dark essence into me so I could survive in the darkness. But before she could finish her deed, she was viciously taken away from me by those who I once thought were my comrades. They annihilated her, right in front of me, and then they branded me a traitor and a Fallen. They forbade me to ever utter my Angelic Name again, and they banished me to the pitch black realm I am in now.
They were my friends. How could they do this?
They were nothing but a group of fanatical zealots, blinded by their own Light. Do you honestly believe that they could understand love, or free will for that matter?
No, I suppose not... Wait. Who are you?
You have just sensed my presence? Unbelievable. And I am supposed to be a reflection of you?
...just answer my question.
Fine. I am Nadir. I am the Mark of Darkness. I am the Evening Star, the Shadow of the Fallen. And most important of all, I am you.
So you're me, huh? I don't remember being schizophrenic before. Must have been the Liquid Shadow inside me then.
I suppose you aren't mentally inept after all. In short, I am a psychological projection of yourself created through the massive trauma on your mind, body, and soul. If not for me, then you would have become insane, and your body would be consumed by darkness.
Hmm, thanks? Though I suppose I shouldn't mince words with you, since you're
me. All right then, let's get down to business. How do we get out of here? You're the Darkness elemental so you should know.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on the part of my neck that was bitten by my deceased lover, Selene. A black tattoo resembling the symbol of Darkness formed on the bite mark. Black tendrils radiated outwards from the tattoo, wrapping themselves around my left arm. My arm moved on its own accord, seemingly kneading the darkness around me into some solid, tangible shape.
How ignorant of our former comrades, casting us into a dimension where a Fallen has complete control over. I have weakened the fabric of reality at this spot, Zenith; slice it apart with your Morning Glory.
If you say so.
I drew my sword, the Morning Glory. It is an elegant longsword, with a wing-shaped guard and blade wrought from silvery white starmetal. The weapon exuded a brilliant white light, a shining beacon in the darkness. I swung the blade, cutting a rift into the shimmering blackness in front of me. The fabric of reality split open, and...
I find myself in front of a tree.
I'll leave it like this. OldTrees, your cue.
I should describe what my character looks like. He's 180 cm tall, lean, athletic but not overly muscular. He has short, spiky, silvery white hair, and piercing sky-blue eyes. He is dressed in white robes, with a pair of large Angelic wings on his back. On the left side of his neck is a slightly pulsating Mark of Darkness. He has a slight white aura around himself, though he can shut it off at will. When he starts using Darkness, his wings and aura starts to turn black.
As for his personality... Zenith is generally calm and collected. He tries to be nice whenever he can, though he can be snarky sometimes. He gets touchy if you ask about Selene, or why he was banished. He doesn't really trust anyone right now, since his former friends basically just killed his lover and left him to die.
Nadir is cold, pompous, and cruel. He has little remorse, and he can be prone to bursts of insanity. He wouldn't really come out right now though.
Both personalities tend to speak in a slightly sophisticated manner, so use as little slang as possible. Also, try to use more complex-sounding words instead of simpler ones, e.g. "I suppose" instead of "I guess", "attempt" instead of "try".
Also, Zenith would generally avoid revealing his Angelic status. He technically isn't an Angel anymore, and he doesn't want any more trouble for himself. Nadir, however, will call himself a Demon.
