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[shieldofstars]

It's a Hell of a fight - literally. Champion against Champion, Zerxus against a fighter he remembers hearing of, once, but whose identity is now lost to him; they are but an enemy for him to fight, though he supposes, in the back of his mind, they could have been friends. So many of those he fights, he could have been friends with, but for the simple fact that these are not his fights to choose; he is bound to Asmodeus's command, to his soul contract, for what may as well be eternity.

It already feels like eternity, though it seems like only yesterday that Avalir fell. That the Calamity began. That day of revelations, of trust given and broken, and belief that damned him - belief he still holds, for if it is one thing Asmodeus cannot overwrite, it is what makes Zerxus Zerxus. Be it hubris or faith, Zerxus holds on to it, even as he loses consciousness from the next merciless strike to his head.

Good, is his last thought. For while he fights for Asmodeus, no one doubts the fact that his heart is elsewhere. Forever searching the stars for its soulmate, just as that soulmate reaches out for him, in turn. One day, they may even be reunited.

This day, though, he falls. And when he wakes up, he is surprised to find himself not back in the Hells- and moreso to find that the chokehold he has felt on his very being, his soul, has lessened. He sits up, a hand flying to his forehead, and- no. Those are still there. But-

But the battle is over. There is nothing here but the dead, he realizes, as he looks around and sees the crows picking at those left.

[heraldsdawn]

It wasn't hard to see such a magnificent flying city from the mountain tops. The wizards in their ivory towers, the smell of magic on the air. It was such a breathtaking sight to behold. But, those days felt like a million years ago.

Seeing it from far away was one thing, watching the city descend into the ground, crash, and explode into so many broken splinters. The sky was painted in burning oranges as the arcane fires rose from the crash site. How long ago that was, a year maybe? Maybe less. Sen didn't really count.

An elf having already lived a century, years felt more like footprints on the shore; they're left and the ocean sweeps them away. Each day bled into the next; well, until today. Sen had come across a devilish-looking figure, surrounded by the dead, who had immediately raised their mace to him. Many things raced through his head as he parried the blows with his scimitar. He'd seen this figure before, but not like this. He had been the first Knight of Avalir, had he not?

So, why was he like this now? What profane power took hold of him to have his eyes blaze with such fury and darkness? It did not matter though because whatever words he said seemed to fall on deaf ears. Still, he had heard this man was once a soul for good...so perhaps something was corrupting him?

Well. If that were the case it had been good that he had been blessed with his own sacred power. One touch was all it took when his hand pressed against their chest, he felt that thread of darkness binding the soul and he snatched it, and frayed it. The dark light of it dimmed and while it remained it was definitely weaker.

All of it seemed to lead up to the present now, where Sen had been sitting beside Zerxus, with a bowl of water, having dabbed at their brow before they immediately sat awake. Sen jumped a bit himself, leaning back as the man seemed to be finding his bearings. There's a moment of silence before finally, he offers a small smile as he curious tilts his head towards the man. "I see you decided to wake up. Are you feeling any better or are you wanting to try and go on another murderous rampage?" It's said in jest as if he was finding some kind of humour in the scenario.

[shieldofstars]

Clear eyes came to rest on Sen, taking him in. Elf. Young adult, though it was hard to tell, sometimes, but- this was the one he'd been fighting, Zerxus realized. And now he was helping him?

"I..." He pauses, clears his throat, and tries again, slowly lowering his hand. "I'm...fine, thank you. You'll have to pardon me, but weren't we just...?"

You know. Trying to kill one another. At least Zerxus is pretty sure that was what he was trying to do.