Abraxas Winterlight
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“My Lord, they are routed. Shall I have the Legion pursue?”
I looked down from my dreadsteed. Coldfire lighting the horse in a eerie blue as it burned from it’s hooves and eyes.
“Nay, let them crawl back into the Pit. Mammon is dead, Baal driven back into the cold lands and imprisoned in the Well of Souls, and their forces scattered. The victory is ours, and I will waste no more lives on a war we have won. Take them home Arzat, take my children home.”
It was over. Ten millennium I had been fighting. First Hel, constant incursions into Shadow until finally we drove them back, then a assault from a rogue faction of Celestials. That had been a thousand year war that both sides desperately wanted to prevent, and neither could find a way to stop. If the Child of Light had not been found it might still be going on, and Shadow would have died in a two front war. Lucky for us I had found where Mammon had hidden the child, attempting to corrupt him before he could claim his birthright. Mountains in Hel had crumbled with his anger when he learned I had stolen Daniel from him and returned him to the Celestial realm.
This last war lasted two thousand years. But finally, finally we ha beaten down the fel beast, ripped his armies asunder, and given the cloven hooved lord of this accursed realm a defeat that would take thousands of more years to recover from.
For the first time in ten centuries, peace.
“I go to the Lady to report our victory. I shall see the anon, my friend.”
Shadows leaped at my call, swirling around me, and in a instant I was in the courtyard of Her obsidian castle. Grooms came at my call, leading the dreadsteed away (also being very mindful of it’s fangs), and in a few moments I was kneeling in front of my Mistress. Llandra, Goddess and ruler of Shadow.
“Is it done, my Knight. Can my people live, love and grow and not fear the fires of Hel?”
“Llandra, the son of the Fallen One is dead. His armies run screaming back into the hel-pits that spawned them, and nobody is left to lead them against us. We have closed the doors to the Hall, and even now the Lightsworn hunt down the stragglers across the hundred worlds, as they promised when they signed the accord. He is defeated, more than he has ever been. My task is finished.”
I stayed kneeling, looking at the ground at her feet. She was my Queen, and my friend, but right now she was my jailer.
“Rise, My Knight. A task you were given for circumventing my probation, and that task you have completed. You have served me well, as a vassal and a friend for over ten millennium, and now I set you free. You may go back to your birth world, if you wish."
I stood, and looked the Goddess in her eyes. “I want to go back Llandra. I want to walk under the skies on the world I was born on. Over a thousand years have passed on Earth, so most likely all I knew is gone. I will return. This is my place now, but I am still human, and my human soul wants to go home”
“Very well, my friend. Go, and I will see you when you return.”
I bowed once more and turned, leaving her hall. Once outside the doorway I Shadowstepped into my own throne room. I needed to prepare some things if I was going to go back to Smallville.
I had been preparing for this day for centuries, so getting ready did not take long. I left San’jazal instructions on what needed to be done (his family had been running my lands for mellenia, so really all the paper did was give him my approval to keep doing what he did every day.)
Wyvern leather breeches and boots, so dark blue they were almost black, Skittersilk shirt of indigo, and a Drakhide jacket and I was dressed in clothes somewhat comparable to the twentieth century, when I left. I bound my long hair in a warriors tail, and reached for my swordbelt before I stopped myself. I doubt that swords were the norm in the time I would be emerging in. Hell, I was probably going to stick out like a clown in a funeral procession, but this is the best I could do.
A bag with three bars of gold and a small sack of gems went over my shoulder, and the only artifact of Earth I possessed, my rose colored glasses, went over my eyes. Time had taken everything else.
I was ready. I reached out to Shadow, and it resisted, not wanting to let me go. I bent my will and Shadow swirled around me, and I stepped out of the shadow of a ancient oak tree. I could feel energy leaking off of me, the low levels of Arcane drawing the power out of me. To do most things I was going to have to change on this world. It wasn’t Faerun after all.
I walked over. The graveyard was not much changed. I could tell that the Kent’s graves were in the same place, and it only took me seconds until I was standing over the last spot I had stood on earth.
“Rose, baby, I miss you so much. I go on and on, fighting, laughing, crying, but that hole you left in me is still there. I want to be with you so bad love, I want to hold you again. I want it so much, but your mom, she made me promise to stay strong. To honor you by being the good man you loved. The father you wanted me to be. You will always be with me my Valkyrie. I will carry your love with me through eternity, and when the universe is done with me, I’ll see you again.
I knelt down, my tears running down my face, and the shadows in the graveyard flexed and moaned. Power such as mine had not been seen in over a thousand years, and it was eager to be let loose. Also, I was much more powerful than when I left earth so many years ago. It was harder to control the energies pouring off of me in my emotional state.
I didn’t even notice the camera’s, or the sensors that releasing that much arcane energy tripped.
*Warning. Energy spike in Historic Smallville. Energy readings unknown type, possibly magical in nature*
The young woman at the console looked up, then activated the cameras in the area. What she saw made her start with a oath her mother would NOT have been happy to know that she new.
“ValkyrieM3, this is Legion dispatch. We have a disturbance, possibly metahuman in nature in historic Smallville. Could you go check it out and report back.”
Weird energy readings. Almost like it was anti-energy, but that would have been eating everything in sight. Valkyrie would sort it out. She came from a old and honored bloodline. Damn fine member of the Legion
I looked down from my dreadsteed. Coldfire lighting the horse in a eerie blue as it burned from it’s hooves and eyes.
“Nay, let them crawl back into the Pit. Mammon is dead, Baal driven back into the cold lands and imprisoned in the Well of Souls, and their forces scattered. The victory is ours, and I will waste no more lives on a war we have won. Take them home Arzat, take my children home.”
It was over. Ten millennium I had been fighting. First Hel, constant incursions into Shadow until finally we drove them back, then a assault from a rogue faction of Celestials. That had been a thousand year war that both sides desperately wanted to prevent, and neither could find a way to stop. If the Child of Light had not been found it might still be going on, and Shadow would have died in a two front war. Lucky for us I had found where Mammon had hidden the child, attempting to corrupt him before he could claim his birthright. Mountains in Hel had crumbled with his anger when he learned I had stolen Daniel from him and returned him to the Celestial realm.
This last war lasted two thousand years. But finally, finally we ha beaten down the fel beast, ripped his armies asunder, and given the cloven hooved lord of this accursed realm a defeat that would take thousands of more years to recover from.
For the first time in ten centuries, peace.
“I go to the Lady to report our victory. I shall see the anon, my friend.”
Shadows leaped at my call, swirling around me, and in a instant I was in the courtyard of Her obsidian castle. Grooms came at my call, leading the dreadsteed away (also being very mindful of it’s fangs), and in a few moments I was kneeling in front of my Mistress. Llandra, Goddess and ruler of Shadow.
“Is it done, my Knight. Can my people live, love and grow and not fear the fires of Hel?”
“Llandra, the son of the Fallen One is dead. His armies run screaming back into the hel-pits that spawned them, and nobody is left to lead them against us. We have closed the doors to the Hall, and even now the Lightsworn hunt down the stragglers across the hundred worlds, as they promised when they signed the accord. He is defeated, more than he has ever been. My task is finished.”
I stayed kneeling, looking at the ground at her feet. She was my Queen, and my friend, but right now she was my jailer.
“Rise, My Knight. A task you were given for circumventing my probation, and that task you have completed. You have served me well, as a vassal and a friend for over ten millennium, and now I set you free. You may go back to your birth world, if you wish."
I stood, and looked the Goddess in her eyes. “I want to go back Llandra. I want to walk under the skies on the world I was born on. Over a thousand years have passed on Earth, so most likely all I knew is gone. I will return. This is my place now, but I am still human, and my human soul wants to go home”
“Very well, my friend. Go, and I will see you when you return.”
I bowed once more and turned, leaving her hall. Once outside the doorway I Shadowstepped into my own throne room. I needed to prepare some things if I was going to go back to Smallville.
I had been preparing for this day for centuries, so getting ready did not take long. I left San’jazal instructions on what needed to be done (his family had been running my lands for mellenia, so really all the paper did was give him my approval to keep doing what he did every day.)
Wyvern leather breeches and boots, so dark blue they were almost black, Skittersilk shirt of indigo, and a Drakhide jacket and I was dressed in clothes somewhat comparable to the twentieth century, when I left. I bound my long hair in a warriors tail, and reached for my swordbelt before I stopped myself. I doubt that swords were the norm in the time I would be emerging in. Hell, I was probably going to stick out like a clown in a funeral procession, but this is the best I could do.
A bag with three bars of gold and a small sack of gems went over my shoulder, and the only artifact of Earth I possessed, my rose colored glasses, went over my eyes. Time had taken everything else.
I was ready. I reached out to Shadow, and it resisted, not wanting to let me go. I bent my will and Shadow swirled around me, and I stepped out of the shadow of a ancient oak tree. I could feel energy leaking off of me, the low levels of Arcane drawing the power out of me. To do most things I was going to have to change on this world. It wasn’t Faerun after all.
I walked over. The graveyard was not much changed. I could tell that the Kent’s graves were in the same place, and it only took me seconds until I was standing over the last spot I had stood on earth.
“Rose, baby, I miss you so much. I go on and on, fighting, laughing, crying, but that hole you left in me is still there. I want to be with you so bad love, I want to hold you again. I want it so much, but your mom, she made me promise to stay strong. To honor you by being the good man you loved. The father you wanted me to be. You will always be with me my Valkyrie. I will carry your love with me through eternity, and when the universe is done with me, I’ll see you again.
I knelt down, my tears running down my face, and the shadows in the graveyard flexed and moaned. Power such as mine had not been seen in over a thousand years, and it was eager to be let loose. Also, I was much more powerful than when I left earth so many years ago. It was harder to control the energies pouring off of me in my emotional state.
I didn’t even notice the camera’s, or the sensors that releasing that much arcane energy tripped.
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Legion Headquarters
Legion Headquarters
*Warning. Energy spike in Historic Smallville. Energy readings unknown type, possibly magical in nature*
The young woman at the console looked up, then activated the cameras in the area. What she saw made her start with a oath her mother would NOT have been happy to know that she new.
“ValkyrieM3, this is Legion dispatch. We have a disturbance, possibly metahuman in nature in historic Smallville. Could you go check it out and report back.”
Weird energy readings. Almost like it was anti-energy, but that would have been eating everything in sight. Valkyrie would sort it out. She came from a old and honored bloodline. Damn fine member of the Legion