Darkness...
Such was king in the later hours of an evening, and a certain suited individual looked to be taking full advantage of that as he stalked along the path preordained him by fate. In time, he'd eventually reach the place he'd since come to register as a his safe haven, thumbs habitually tucked into his trouser pockets. It had taken him a considerably prolonged period of effort to abscond with his latest acquisition, as the passersby weren't exactly keen on a man in a suit just gathering up corpses. So, sure....He had to kill a few people along the way and spirit them away to the pseudo-aether which housed his Chains of Fate, as well. 'Twas no huge detriment to him aside from the fact that the man had now lost a bit of time he'd not counted on. Nay, what concerned him more was why he felt the urge to engage in what was little more than his masked compatriot's glorified bloody busywork. It wasn't like he necessarily needed the bodies, right' A snake he might have been, but he didn't really have the need to go around possessing new frames and overtaking their souls just to get a power boost from it. Frankly, he liked his own body.
Regardless, the personage that was Hidou would play his part in this little drama, more than content with his meager role for the time being, as Scionius had seen fit to offer him a much larger script in the foreseeable future. Pressing his hat to the scruff that was his hair he would read aloud the inscription etched into the serpentine 'guards' in a language only he could interpret.
"Harbingers of the Calamity, let Your hallowed Maws accept this vain Servant of Yours that He might enact Your will with Fealty unwavering. So saith One of the many fated Scions of the Dark."
Verily did the snakelike sentries gleam against the moonlight, acquiescing to his humble plea of them with the allotted luster in their eyes. Stepping back, he permitted the massive gateway to creak open prior to stepping through. Odd that he would refuse to speak it in another language. It was as though he were begging....daring someone to attempt to penetrate the hall dedicated to his former life.The doorway would soon close behind him, leaving him to meander down the lengthy expanse of keenly structured gemstone placement. Oft, he'd find himself marveling at the stonework and how eerily perfect it was. Nothing short of an eldritch sort of spell-weaving could have effected such detail into an otherwise unassuming chamber. As he made his way to the inner sanctum, by far the largest room in the whole of the place, he would position his feet in such a way that he was standing over a large sigll marking carved into the stone face.
"Now....Seeing as I'm probably going to be accosted due to that prior performance, I think I'd better play it safe tonight. Who knows...?" Beneath the shadow that his brim unnaturally cast over the upper half of his visage and accompanying his smug grin, a golden iris would glimmer dimly in the otherwise vacuous temple.
"Perhaps, I'll even get to have some fun this time around" Hn-hn..."
Such was king in the later hours of an evening, and a certain suited individual looked to be taking full advantage of that as he stalked along the path preordained him by fate. In time, he'd eventually reach the place he'd since come to register as a his safe haven, thumbs habitually tucked into his trouser pockets. It had taken him a considerably prolonged period of effort to abscond with his latest acquisition, as the passersby weren't exactly keen on a man in a suit just gathering up corpses. So, sure....He had to kill a few people along the way and spirit them away to the pseudo-aether which housed his Chains of Fate, as well. 'Twas no huge detriment to him aside from the fact that the man had now lost a bit of time he'd not counted on. Nay, what concerned him more was why he felt the urge to engage in what was little more than his masked compatriot's glorified bloody busywork. It wasn't like he necessarily needed the bodies, right' A snake he might have been, but he didn't really have the need to go around possessing new frames and overtaking their souls just to get a power boost from it. Frankly, he liked his own body.
Regardless, the personage that was Hidou would play his part in this little drama, more than content with his meager role for the time being, as Scionius had seen fit to offer him a much larger script in the foreseeable future. Pressing his hat to the scruff that was his hair he would read aloud the inscription etched into the serpentine 'guards' in a language only he could interpret.
"Harbingers of the Calamity, let Your hallowed Maws accept this vain Servant of Yours that He might enact Your will with Fealty unwavering. So saith One of the many fated Scions of the Dark."
Verily did the snakelike sentries gleam against the moonlight, acquiescing to his humble plea of them with the allotted luster in their eyes. Stepping back, he permitted the massive gateway to creak open prior to stepping through. Odd that he would refuse to speak it in another language. It was as though he were begging....daring someone to attempt to penetrate the hall dedicated to his former life.The doorway would soon close behind him, leaving him to meander down the lengthy expanse of keenly structured gemstone placement. Oft, he'd find himself marveling at the stonework and how eerily perfect it was. Nothing short of an eldritch sort of spell-weaving could have effected such detail into an otherwise unassuming chamber. As he made his way to the inner sanctum, by far the largest room in the whole of the place, he would position his feet in such a way that he was standing over a large sigll marking carved into the stone face.
"Now....Seeing as I'm probably going to be accosted due to that prior performance, I think I'd better play it safe tonight. Who knows...?" Beneath the shadow that his brim unnaturally cast over the upper half of his visage and accompanying his smug grin, a golden iris would glimmer dimly in the otherwise vacuous temple.
"Perhaps, I'll even get to have some fun this time around" Hn-hn..."