A New Order Rises

[Silvarn]

I know what you are thinking. Do not worry. The bastard's offer may be tempting, and yes...Oh, yes, yes, yes, I would like the power he promises, but I know his kind. How do you think I wound up in your small, tiny, itsy-bisty, little skull? Some greater power promised me the power to control the thoughts of others, but you are too strong-willed to be controlled. I want to decapitate that power and do dastardly things to his corpse and damned soul. I want vengeance.

In order to do that, I need you in order to find the secret of planeswalking and take me back to my plane. So, like it or not, as if I give a damn about your opinion, we are in this...together.

If you accept his offer, you will be bound to him until you have no more use. Tell him he can take his offer and eat it. Then tell him his offer for me needs to be shoved right up his...

"I get it..." Silvarn cut the demon off.

"Whoever you are, I, and my friend here, decline your offer. But you were right. The choice was not too difficult."

[virgillius]

Evander nodded. " Yes, Ofcourse. I thought your answer would be like that." Evander had a fake sad look in his eyes that quickly turned into a grin. " Pity. Now i don't have ayone to keep the mortals calm, it seems i don't have a choice." Evander revealed his crystal ball. In the ball appeared images of the same ritual that happened before but on different locations. " Ah, perfect timing." Evander hid the ball and pointed at the horizon. Soon at the horizon the same green pillars of light could be seen all across Valaer. " You see that Silvarn? Every one of those pliiars consumes ten thousand souls. If you accepted my offer i could have stopped it. But alas, the famous mortal stupidity stopped you from taking the right decision." Evander laughed.

[Silvarn]

"Ten thousand...?"

Focus, you idiot!

"But they all will die...because of me..."

Me? You mean us! He may say that we were stupid, but we were not. We were ignorant of what else was going on. Ignorance, not stupidity. Big difference, you know. And since when did you become so concerned about the outcome of others?

"You are right..."

Of course I am!

"You..." Silvarn looked at the immortal standing near him, "are one twisted fiend. You think you have outsmarted me." Silvarn's hands crackled with Twilight energy as the thick, heavy grey mists swirled from his cloak. Silvarn's face relaxed into an arrogant smirk.

"You wield power yes. Great power, in fact. Some say that if you cannot beat them, then join them. Hmph. Rather, if you cannot beat them," the mists suddenly flared, an outline of glittering sunset colors accenting the grey mists, "consume them."

Ooh! Say it!

"None shall stop the Twilight."

Hee, hee...Perfect! Scorcahr cackled with malicious glee

[virgillius]

Evander started to chuckle and eventually began laughing. " Twilight? Do you think some random magic can stop me? You really don't know who i am, don't you? I even gave you my real name! Asatar!" Evander looked at Silvarn. " Still doesn't know who i am? Again a perfect example of mortal stupidity. Let me give you a hint." Evander strecthed his hand forward and on the ground under his stretched arm a dark vortex opened. A scythe appeared and glided into Evanders hand. " A scythe. If that isn't a big clue to my identity. Oh wait, there is gonna be more." Evander concentrated deep into the core of his soul. His mortal shell started to wane and in the place came a cloaked man surrounded in black mist.

Then he started to speak in a hollow, rasping voice. " I am Asatar, Spirit Of The Dead." His eyes burned with black flames and the complete area became colder, absolute no warmth at all. Just like death. " I will your souls suffer for all eternity!" Asatar charged forward, his scythe engulfed in black flames. A couple of feet in front of Silvarn, Asatar stopped in his tracks and gave horizontal slice with his scythe. A huge wall of black flames tore up the ground and sky reducing everything they encountered into smoldering ashes. " Do you know me now?"

[Silvarn]

Silvarn watched as the blade passed through, the flames roar high above him, then smiled as his body reformed from the mist. They were as much a part of him as Scorcahr was. No, more. Much more. They were what other people thought of when they saw him. Dark, mysterious, secluded. The mists roiled and swirled around the two.

"In some planes, you were called Hades, Pluto, Osiris, Gabriel, Death. But you cannot be any of them. Why, you may ask? They were keepers of the dead, not their tormentors. There is a difference between death and evil, although the two are often intertwined. Besides, I do not believe a chosen one such as the Angel of Death would speak like some commoner."

Silvarn focused two Twilight orbs to his hands. "Do you know who I am? I am Silvarn Grey-Eyes, and I really do not like you."

[virgillius]

"You fool!" Asatar spat out. " You have no right to judge me. I only take what belongs to me. I am the most ancient spirit of all. The seat of life is my right not of that cursed woman." Evander turned away at Daha. Daha knew what it was. He bowed and dissapeared. " All those other identities am i. There is only one force of death in the entire universe." Evander smirked. " You cannot win, Silvarn. Do you really think this is the only city that has been purged? While we are standing here thousands of people dying, ripped to pieces by my servants. You think you can stop me, save the world. It is already to late. I have already won. And even if you can stop me, for what cause will it be? You will be the last mortal on this life-forsaken land and my patience is eternal Silvarn. I can wait longer than you imagine. I shall return eventually and not only this world will fall but every one of them." Astar laughed with a cold voice.

[Silvarn]

"I may be too late to save this world, but I will not give up. Somewhere in this universe lie the question to the answers I know."

This plane has a warped sense of mythology. Those gods did not make the dead suffer. Well, Osiris punished them if they were bad. And Gabriel. And Death. Actually Death just killed. Not sure about Hades and Pluto. Pluto...what a horrid name. I would not even name my dog Pluto.

"Scorcahr, we need to think quickly here."

Silvarn could feel a smile come from Scorcahr.

This is going to be fun.

"Ready?"

And waiting.

"Invoke the Thunder-Mind!" Silvarn cried, placing his hands to the sides of his head. Lightning crackled between his fingers, then leaped between them and his head. Energy flared from his eyes as the bruise-yellow circles lightened and expand to consume all of the white. When the small storm subsided, Silvarn's thoughts formed as swift as lightning, able to process a difficult situation in the time of a flash of blinding white, his brain a mass of electricity and wisdom. Now, there was no difference between knowledge and storm.

"Imaybemortal," Silvarn's tongue and speech had been sped up as well, "butIcanstillkickyourass."

[virgillius]

Asatar sighed. " I think their is something else wrong in your head than a demon." He began to sing an incantation in an anciet language. He rose his scythe and created a cut in the ground. The sand started to move and were Asatar created a cut a portal opened. Five spirits appeared. All beautifull women. Astar bowed a little. " Forgive me for interupting your slumber. But he... " Asatar pointed at Silvarn. "... is the cause i summoned you. Dispose of him so you may resume your eternal sleep."

The five spirits soared a litte above the ground, singing a ghostly hymne. When they turned towards Silvarn the hymne turned into a series of screeches. The screech resembled the sound a tormented soul made and a crying child. Those two noises together made a sound that even made the bravest man shiver. Their faces that once were calm and beautiful, gained the shape of a human skull and only resembled rage, fury and hate. Their hair that once was white turned black and moved like a great wind was blowing in their faces. From their hands grew large black nails that seemed to be dripping with a strange colourless fluid. Asatar grinned. He knew what it was. Malice... A poison from the underworld that didnt attack the mind nor the body but the soul. He just needed a small scratch and it was over. There wasn't an antidote.

" Do you like them, Silvarn? These are the banshees. In their previous life they were murderd in such a horrible way by their husbands that even me sickens me. Now the only thing they want is taking revenge on every man that cross' their path" Asatar crossed his arms. " A real pity. i'd rather leave them rest in peace. They have suffered enough already in their short lifes but this situation requires a woman's touch, don't you agree?" Asatar looked at the five banshees that were charging at Silvarn. Pain struck in his heart, pain that he had to disturb them.

[Silvarn]

Silvarn did shiver, but his resistance to the terror they caused did not come from bravery, but from determination.

"I have seen worse things come from better-looking orifices." Silvarn deliberately slowed his speech down. "Banshees, sirens, succubi, they are all the same. Women scorned with fury that hell hath not. Those who have evil done to them," he smirked as the Twilight mists swirled about him, "do evil in return."

"I hate to be so unlike a gentleman, but needs must when the devil drives." Two glistening orbs of Twilight collected around his hands. "But then, you would know, would you not, Asatar?"

"Have rest, ladies." Silvarn extended a hand, let the mists envelop the banshees. Mist, lethargic, relaxing, soothing. "Sleep..." Silvarn whispered. He felt himself grow tired as the mists around him coerced him into slumber.

[glow=gray,2,300]Each sleeper is a god unknowing.[/glow]
[glow=gray,2,300]He was who woke you. Dispose of him, and he shall never disturb you again. You may sleep...forever...forget your pain...forever.[/glow]

[virgillius]

Asater narrowed his eyes. He won't let them be destroyed. The mist surrounded the banshees but something was amiss. The white colour faded and soon it was consumed by black flames releasing the banshees from its slumbering grip. Asatar stood there with an arm reached out, black smoke still coming from his open handpalm. " I can't let you do that, Silvarn." The banshees shook with there heads trying to get awake. When the spell of Silvanr completly wore of, they looked at Silvarn with great hatred and charged. Asatar turned away confinvinced Silvarn was finished. " You spoke of a devil that drives? I completly understand what you mean for another devil drives me. This is my destiny. The path i choose is one i can't return." Asatar had no expression on his face. Then suddenly he had to remember one of the poems written about him" Asatar rejoices in the dawn of a new life, but soon becomes jealous of the simple joys denied him by his station. So the cycle begins anew. Asatar revels in sadistic glee at the crushing of souls, but soon mourns the lives so cruelly cut short. So the cycle begins anew. he said it out loud without knowing it. It just popped in his head. He didnt know why.

[Silvarn]

Silvarn sighed, "Damn," as the five banshees charged at him. "Ready, Scorcahr?"

Let us have some fun, shall we?

Two banshees on the right and left sides broke off and the demonic women surrounded him. He remained unmoved, his fists tightening. One made an ungodly wail, joined in by her sisters. Silvarn clapped his hands over his ears, but was unable to block out the sound.

Not on my watch! Scorcahr growled as he shut out the sound in Silvarn's head.

Silvarn then realized that these were no longer women. They were evil in the shape of a woman. He cracked his knuckles, then dove at the banshee in front of him.

" for vengeance? Perhaps a knuckle sandwich will keep you satiated for a while!" he cried as he drove a Twilight-flaming fist into the banshee's face. It gave way under the blow, then the banshee exploded into mist with a disembodied shriek. Her sisters wailed, then struck at Silvarn.

Two came at him with passing horizontal swipes, the others stabbing at him with their nails. Silvarn fell sideways onto one hand and one foot as the swipes went past him, then vaulted into a one-handed stand, the stabs coming mere inches to his arm.

He pushed off with his arm, flipping once in midair. He clasped his fists together and brought them down onto the head of one of the sisters. She, too, exploded with a scream and a gleam of Twilight.

The sisters regrouped, surrounding him in a triangular shape. "You die now, arrogant man, killer of women." they wailed in unison. They each took a synchronized stab at Silvarn.

The planeswalker literally bent over backwards to avoid the attack. He then grabbed onto one of sisters' wrists, pulled himself up, grabbed the wrist again with his other hand, then swung the banshee over his head into another sister.

The untouched banshee hissed, then dove at Silvarn with her lethal nails.

He bent forwards this time under the blow, leaned to the side, straightened his back, turned on one leg, then brought the other into a roundhouse kick to her face. The banshee was sent crashing into the ground, and Silvarn sent a mist-flaming fist crashing into her. He then turned around, sweeping his hand over his head, making an elaborate gesture with his other hand, then sent a grey orb into the two entangled sisters, setting them alight with Twilight flame.

"Now then, you bastard." Silvarn said as he brushed off his hand on each other and turned towards Asatar. "Where were we before you hid behind your minions," He sent up his fist to the side of his head, catching the last charging sister on it and sending her into oblivion, "and became such a coward?"

[virgillius]

Asatar was standing with his back at Silvarn and had a grin on his face. "Such harsh words Silvarn." He turned around facing Silvarn. "If i was a coward i would have fled and besides why would i be afraid of you?" Asatar looked at Silvarn with amusing eyes. " I just summoned my minions in the hope they could deal with you for me. Saving myself the trouble but it seems not every plan goes as planned."

Asatar looked at the sky, noticing some small rays of light trying to break trough the sky but were soon consumed by dark clouds. He was smiling. When he looked back at Silvarn a sadistic smirk was on his face. "C'mon, Silvarn. Strike at me! Give me your best shot." Asatar started to laugh. "It's not like it is going to matter. You can't do a thing."

[Silvarn]

Question! How do we kill an immortal?

"We find its weakness."

Let me rephrase that...how do we kill a god?!

"What...a god?"

If I had a forehead, I would be slapping it with exasperation right now. And if I had a hand. And an arm. I miss my body.

"If you want it back, then start thinking!"

He is obviously a dark god...

"No...really?"

Quiet, you. I can give us a monster headache after this is over. He complained about a seat of life he apparently had a claim to, but a woman took it from him. Perhaps...

"I gave up differentiating light and dark and long time ago."

About the time you came in contact with the Twilight, correct?

" . . . So, what is your..."

Shh! Do not let him hear you!

"What?"

Just, do not say anything, alright? Now, I know that we detest both the pure light and the pure dark, actually, I do not mind the dark so much, but desperate times, well, you know the rest. If we could somehow get light back into this forsaken place, we might have a chance. And, if hope meant anything at all, this woman will help us. And yes, that is my idea of a plan.

"Fine." The mists surrounding Silvarn began to swirl in a large, grey vortex. The planeswalker narrowed his eyes and contorted his face in concentration. The saying goes that all dark clouds have a silver lining. The saying was mostly true for the vortex. Shimmering streamers of light radiated from the eye of the swirl, a brilliant blend of the colors of the sunset and, perhaps more importantly, the dawn.

Silvarn thrust his hand upwards and the vortex swirled up to his palm, condensing into a bright orb of reds, purples, light blues, greys, creamy yellows, and white. The orb grew brighter as more power was added to it until it radiated like a very small sun. The light seemed very out of place in this dark world, which made the light seem all the more bright, all the more powerful.

He then brought his other hand behind the first, and brought that hand forwards. The light spread between the two. He narrowed his fingers around his palm, and the light followed. He clasped the cylindrical light with his back hand and focused the other end into a perfect mono-molecular point.

"The lowest circle of Malfeas is reserved for liars and blasphemers. You, O almighty one, are both. Yaah!" He threw the sun-lance with all his strength at the darkness in front of him. After all, he had asked for it.

[virgillius]

Asatar looked the spear of light flying towards him. He simply raised his hand and a few inches away from it the spear slowed down and became consumed by black flames. The spear disapeared and when Asatar looked at his hand he noticed some minor burn wounds that instantly healed. " For someone that has a demon inside of him you don't have much power." He started to walk towards Silvarn, slowly. Evander narrowed his eyes and formed his hands into fists. THe air suddenly became more ticker, heavier and colder. Like the oxygen was being sucked out. Asatar seemed to absorb the smallest ray of light. A sharp wind rose up picking up the black sand a little. " This world is mine now, Silvarn! Just as it suposed to be in the beginning. I shall prove that my reign wil be much better. There will be no suffering, no pain, no joy or happiness! No free will! Only mine will! And this world shall be guided trough a golden time!" Evander's skin started to darken. His veins could be clearly seen in his body. No longer i shall be know as Asatar, god of death bus Asatar, Ruler Of All Planes!" His voice started to become more heavier, almost demonic. His hands became engulfed with black flames. Asatar rose his arm and a huge sphere of scorching flames flew towards Silvarn. These flames didn't burn the flesh but the soul. " Andnoone, absolutly noone can stop me! Not you, nor the angels or demons, not even the gods in the heavens. This universe shall burn in black flames!"

[Silvarn]

Silvarn could feel the dark flames consume not only oxygen from the air, but any remaining lifeforce that was unfortunate enough to be caught in its path. As the fireball of death flew towards him, he extended his hands and called up a wall of mist that hardened into a grey shield that shone slightly, even in the absence of light. He planted his feet and prepared for the worst.

He was knocked back at least ten feet from the initial blow, and the force exerted by the orb pushed back at least ten more. He concentrated, pouring his strength into the shield, his one last defense.

Do not think about giving up, Silvarn.

"Do you really...think I would?"

He gritted his teeth, then began to push back against the fireball. He made no progress at first, but eventually he began to make headway against the torrent. Once at arm's length, he bent his elbows, then heaved the orb to the side, sending it crashing into the black sands.

I knew you could do it.

Silvarn wiped at a tickling feeling on his face with the back of his sleeve. He looked at it, finding it stained a dark red. His exertion had caused both his nose and mouth to bleed. His was surprised his ears were not doing the same.

"Listen to you rant. You promise no happiness, yet you speak of a golden age. You promise no suffering, yet this universe shall burn in black flame? You are clearly unstable." He resumed a fighting stance. His entire body, especially his fists, blazed with Twilight-flame. "Allow me to knock you onto more stable footing." He charged headlong at Asatar, bringing a flaming fist back to strike as he sprinted. He swung his fist at Asatar with all his might, his hope, his desperation.