Receiving the Sigil of Darkness

[12:05] Acheron Erebus says, "I see, and it's a pleasure to finally meet you. Much less be in your audience to speak with you."
[12:05] Acheron Erebus says, "What I want is simply."
[12:05] Acheron Erebus says, "I wish to Claim Nyx for myself."
[12:06] Acheron Erebus says, "I wish to please Nyx. To be one of her devote followers."
[12:07] Tien asks, "Then it seems we've much to discuss. Though the pits is hardly proper settings for such is it?"
[12:07] Tien says, "Shall we head for the alters/"
[12:13] Acheron Erebus says, "We shall."
[12:15] Shifting into the alters of Nyx, the Fae would fixate upon one of the cushions near the collections bowl at the center of the construct, his wings tucking behind his back almost as if a black cape in design. His optics resting upon that of Acheron as he did.

"So tell me, what is it that draws you to her? What you've learned so far of her? How it is you think you can serve her?"

A series of preliminary questions, an attempt to learn what drives them and determine if they could become a aspect of the Mother herself. A means to test their knowledge and further help drive them towards her loving embrace.
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[12:21] Tranversing throughout the long corridors and mixed hallways of the Mire, the two quickly found themselves at their altar in rather haste. Be it, it didn't feel as such a journey since they moved at a normal pace.

Falling claim to one of the luxurious cushions that laid around the Altar. Acheron pulled his feet inwards. Golden cants watching the fae cautiously, wondering what knowledge they'd be able to pry from the dark entity.

"Her embrace itself." It was simple, "I've only managed to learn odd-ends and bits from Unlaya. They informed me that each living creature is one of Nyx's child. Despite them worshipping her or not. She claims them as her own.

How our goal is to return them to her embrace. Into the darkness."

As someone who claimed to be the Monarch of Shadows. He couldn't help but be drawn into her magnificent stigma.

"As for how I can serve her.." his hues flared. "That's what I want to know."
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[12:30] Previous talks with a Child of Nyx one of the many devote in the lands, that of Unlaya. A child the Fae had spoken with a number of times in the past and based off the information presented it seemed the pathway to awakening was already started.

"Aye, The Darkness around and it's gentle embrace a comforting thing to many in the worlds around. It is her means to us, her method to awaken those blinded by the light can vary but acceptance is the end goal."

Acceptance, something often preached in the dark faiths of Nyx. For even the most 'volatile' of enemies once awoken could prove the most valuable of allies. It simple came down to acceptance for this place and whom resides within.

"To look upon this place and see it as something more than monsters and oddities. To see them not as enemy but instead as family regardless of past or histories that might try to hinder it. To Accept the land and her people is but one of many to accepting our Loving Mother."

Potentially something that was already known considering they were here in the alters speaking upon the topics of the Mother.

"but Aye, to return those to the Mother is the ultimate goal to remind the worlds that she is here, watching, waiting for a time they can accept the truth of the Dark. For those we guide, we teach and bring them closer to her gentle touch. To Hear her loving voice and guide them to a new tomorrow."

He'd further lecture, however the final statement was something that would be upon Acheron and Nyx to find out as each child has a different purpose, a different goal all in the name of the Mother.

"How one serves her differs from person to person. Her voice the guiding grace towards what might be. Listen to the dark around you and she will bring the knowledge you seek."
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[12:44] Acheron's expression remained ever-nonchanging. The simple fact of how they communicated their knowledge of the mother. The darkness that would soon embrace them all, bringing them towards a new life. A new end, and a new beginning.

Listening to every letter, the Erebus acclimated towards their words, their truth. The ultimate goal and what may be the key to understanding what could be done in order to praise Nyx themselves. How to worship them and appease the Mother of Darkness.

In all their ways either good or bad.

"I'll listen out towards her words, however. I'm now interested in what you'd like to see from me. What needs help around the Mire. What can I do in order to help my kin."

He paused.

"A powerful weapon isn't supposed to be locked away in a chest, it's to be used."

The weapon, himself. To be used, his drive to get closer to Nyx.
(Acheron Erebus)
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[12:57] In truth there was likely many ways they could go about strengthening their connection drawing closer to the Mother and her children. A matter of how presented before them already. As the blood-cult of Nyx works in many fields around that of the Mire, uphold traditions to keep the lands attuned with that of the Mother's dark embrace and spread her influence.

So motioning towards the alters bowl the Fae's optics locked upon Acheron. His voice projecting outwards as he explained.

"First, offer your blood to that of the Mother. The Tithe and it's connections towards her, an ancient tradition within the lands. To offer such is but one of many ways to begin ones journey to her. As blood holds many secrets within these lands."

The Tithe itself an obstruct of devotion for those of the land. An offering to the Mother and the collections of which to pay homage towards her and her children. One of the more 'basic' but amongst the mostimportant of rights within the faiths.

"The Collection of blood from those that enter these lands is a long held tradition, the tithe-takers of the faiths often deal with such collections but in the end for any whom wish to associate here it is expected to uphold such traditions. As the Vitae itself is used to commune."

Blood a price demanded by the texts and scriptures of the faith itself. Yet that was but one of many ways to begin stepping closer to her.

"I personally wouldn't ask much of you aside devotion. The Mother's children and her lands. To Devote oneself towards it and seek the guidance of her people. Will only bring one closer to her in the end."

The Shadowmire has had long traditions of assisting one another, to work with the others of the land and ensure success in their endeavors. Through the people ones connection with the land could only bolster.

"There is much work in progress for us. Talk with others when you get the chance and opportunities will open swiftly."
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[13:57] It was calming, the truth within their words brought an eerie sense of warmth over him.

With most denizens of the Mire already having a deep connection with their Mother. Acheron was nothing but a fledging, a child who has yet to even have a taste of Nyx's embrace. A moment to relish within her warm grace, hearing her soft whispers bless his ears with words of the potential future. A concept that he had yet to fully understand.

Hidden beneath his darkened shades, laid a tale of wonder. Untruths to be told as a vast darkness bared witness to all things that were possible.

Striking golds stared back, watching the fae articulate how one such as himself could deepen his bond with their mother. Close the vast crevice that separated their bond. To leap hurdles to close the gap, and to finally come to flourish in their embrace.

A series of inclines, minor words, and hand moves portrayed back and forth their discussion.

"I see.."

Without must hesitation, Acheron hovered his hand before the tithe. Drawing his hunter's blade with a free hand before sliding it's cold metallic edge along his flesh, slowly finding his skin being broke amidst his palm as crimson red flowed beneath into the tithe.

About an ounce worth, if not coming towards a pint.

Using metaphysical magics, he compressed the open wound while drawing back the blade, wiping his blood against his coat's side before sheathing it away.

"I'm humbled by receiving this chance to start my journey along side Nyx. The Mother of Darkness."

A moment of darkness arised. Only for a moment, his sclera blackened. A blink to miss where as those watching could assume it a figment of their imagination.

However, Acheron couldn't describe such a feeling with mere words. It was a sensation granted for only an instant, one that even he was blind to.

"I was told to convene with you or Arnaha. To talk about a coming ritual that is planned for Nyx. Unlaya only gave me brief mentioning's for it. Insisting that I should find the two of you for further information."

They were right. Finding the right people and being able to win their blessing would open doors for him. Door's that enabled him to further his meaning. To open opportunities he'd never have normally, and come to a understanding of being capable of invoking Nyx's presence within his mist.

"If you could. I'd like to learn this prayer of yours. The one that you've sent to Nyx." he asked, almost ask if he was seeking refuge. Akin to being their student, wanting to absorb all of their knowledge and use it to benefit them both.

"If you would be so kind to."
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[14:12] As blood began to trickle through the collections bowl before them, it'd begin to drain near immediately a series of trenches feeding just beyond directing the flow towards something hidden underneath. Offering the Vitae directly to that of the Aprocryphon. So that it might sate it's own desires for blood to lessen the impact the next it is taken up.

"It is a pleasure, those seeking Nyx are always welcome within the lands after all. Our Mother opens her arms to many and the early process of heeding her call have begun."

Shifting now towards the collection bowls, though draining he'd reach in taking up a bit of the bloods staining his fingers as his wings struck airs directing the Fae towards that of Acheron. If allowed, using the mortals own vitae's he'd begin to draw out a series of glyphs.

The First of which appeared as a closed eye upon the forehead, the Sigil of sleeping.

"Once we all slept, unknowing of her grace and the gifts she can bare. Blind to the truth of the dark and ever stepping away."

A general aspect of the sigil, of the behaviors many once knew. Yet all things must sleep before they can truly awaken. A line would trace down towards that of their cheek an open palm with a cut down the middle before trailing off to the other side in connection with that of the one drawn out. A broken sun severed through a jagged line would come to be as his voice further in acted.

"Yet through sacrifice the truth begins to shine upon us a new dawning, to be cast from the world of light while venturing further into her arms. She is our guide, she is the truth, gentle and loving regardless of who or what might be on the receiving end of her love."

Finally a line traced back towards that of the closed eye, opening the sigil as a trail of blood ran down it as if a tear. The sigil of awakening.

"Through her we awaken to the truth, learn of her acceptance and feel her presence in full. No longer sleeping in the light of the sun, stand awakened as an Acolyte of Nyx."

A short induction ceremony but in the end, the Fae felt such could only help as they continue down the dark path of the Shadowmire. To be introduced in the faiths in full as an underling to continue this journey. More would need be learned but for now a start to their new life.
(Tien)
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[14:20] Acheron Erebus says, "p:c"
[14:43] With the blood flowing down below, it'd come to his surprise that it wouldn't puddle. Yet, drained towards a source unknown to himself. By what he could only assume would be a separate tube or hole to funnel it's rich liquids.

"And It's a pleasure to be of service towards Nyx. As she is the one who welcomes us all. Those known and unknown, aiding to our cause and willing to guide us with her whispers. To direct those who are lost and bring aid to those who praise her with limits unknown to most."


With the fae motioning about, Acheron couldn't help but notice a series of happenings. As they reached forward to dip their digits within the red before them. Collecting his own blood, using it to press unknown glyphs against his exposed skin.

He'd feel movements around his forehead, a gently pressing against him as words were offered.

Lightly, he'd feel it trail towards his cheek, before gliding back towardsseveral locations as the offerings was given. A small ceremony of sorts, a welcoming for another kin. An individual who's been blessed to revel in the dark truths of Nyx. To work alongside those within the inner circle.

To embrace which was never spoken, but always known.

"Thank you." He praised, rising to their call and standing as an Acolyte of Nyx.
(Acheron Erebus)
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[15:02] A ceremony indeed, one to bring acceptance towards the new acolytes as the words that crossed were in symbol of many journeys down this route in life. Difficult as it might be through perseverance in the Mother's name. All things were possible, for she was the gentle dark that surrounds all things.

"As towards the prayers I offer Nyx. Many of which are geared towards asking her for guidance. She responds in kind. A testimony of devotion, all are able to do so but it is difficult if the connections are lessened with her."

A topic point missed prior as he got caught in the allure of the inducting ceremonies, for he felt it proper at the time to do so to bring one and solidify the choice should they so wish. So with them standing now awoken as an acolyte they were a part of the dark lands around, the Mother's domain.

"There is no need for thanks, as all things belong with the Mother. Few such as yourself are willing to accept such. With so a pleasure to assist."

He'd follow up flying towards the newly inducted devote, his gaze looking upon them with interest, wondering what might be their callings from the Mother. Yet in the end that was between them and the Mother, his role one upheld was to bring in new interest towards the mother. To Help those that share such interest and further their devotions.

"There is much that will need to be learned as we begin anew. Sigils of the Mother, methods and means to connect with her further. For now, a moment before going in depth. Collections and learning your surroundings will come of greater importance at this time."

To learn from the others of the Shadowmire could bring great worth while continuing to practice the faiths. As in the end the community helped make this place thrive in the Mother's name.

"In free time, take to meditations. Silence your inner voice and listen only for her. She will come as she is already there. Her voice is soft and drown out easily through distraction."

One of many ways she was known to commune with the faithful, meditative practices took large importance within the cults for that reason.
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[15:35] With the ceremony complete, Acheron stood anew.

An Acolyte of Nyx, a mere child in a grand scheme that would soon be realized. The glyphs remained placed upon his visage. Baring the mark of one who's passage was accepted through four sigils.

"It's like you've said before then. How I must incline my ear towards the depths of the Mire. Listen for Nyx's voice to guide me, to listen to her call and allow myself to be guided by her dark embrace."

It was something that he was told several times, however. He assumed that there was one way to go about it, where as it was not. Anyone can be guided by Nyx, as long as they sought for their help. Wanting their call instead of ignoring it. Noticing the tell signs instead of ignoring them.

Nyx was always around, he just needed to accept them.

"Yes, of course."

There was a long ways to go, after all. Nothing good was earned over night. It took time, devotion, dedication and an unwavering soul to continue forward to seek claim to that he must want.

"Sigils, methods and meanings to connect with her further." he smirked underneath his scar. Baring witness to his own ignorance as there was plenty more that he had yet to discover, several of things that he quickly yearned for. Wanted for his own self gain, amongst other devious thoughts. Including to aid the Mire.

"Of course. One must crawl before they're able to walk. I'll do my best to find a place for Nyx inside of my core. To live throughout me as I only wish to serve her."

An idea.

"Perhaps we can meditate together? While meditating on my own would find me comfort. I'm sure if I was guided by an individual as yourself. I would find more... bliss within the encounter."


(Acheron Erebus)
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[15:46] Aye, the simple truth Tien found himself after years of searching in his early days. The Mother's call beckoned to any and all things in the worlds around, heeded only by those looking to accept her and her Children. Such few in the worlds around. Yet if more opened to the idea they too would find her dwelling in the subtle darks around.

"Her guidance comes in many forms, meditation is but one. She might approach as you sleep, in times of need and amongst other things. She is mysterious but most Loving towards those that open to her love."

He'd further confirm as the two conversed a bit on topics. A nod presented as mentions of crawling before walk came to light. A start point for everything and anything, to learn to stand on ones legs and continue forward towards what is 'right'.

"It'll be a difficult journey the further you get. Her trails can be unpredictable at times and it will test you to your core. However she isnot to blame for such as it is done with love in mind. To overcome such trails is most rewarding to the devote."

Like many in the lands around the small creature has faced a great number of his own trails and continues to do so now. The current afflictions of his form, though maybe not by her design a trail that has only brought him closer to her and her dark embrace.

"We can, meditations are often done apart from others yet guidance can be found even still. As you grow in practice I can also present something to you, a piece of her to help further your understandings. A portion of her power to commune directly into her aspect."

As within the halls around them a number of Motes, a piece of the Mother itself presented to those of the old guard was always present. Communing with such could only bolster their stands with the Mother. As it has for him in the distant past now. In fact he had some meditations of his own to commit, as he recently found himself filled with the occulted presences often associated with her.

Something he once thought 'unnecessary' to his own devotions but in recent times has sought to learn from, as it was her gift to the Shadowmire. He felt it would only help him to better serve that of the Mother. Sharing in such experience though not truly thought about in the past has become one of his keen aspects of his day to day trainings as of late.
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[16:12] "So I now know."

The idea of Nyx approaching him in his sleep was pleasing than most, to be welcomed by such an embrace among the void that all face in their sleep. It sounded more pleasant that most satisfactions that he took apart of.

"Most loving towards those most open to her love.." Such words warmed him.

Trails and tribulations were to wait, especially for those who wished to follow her. Seek her aid and praise her name. Tests that'd drive him to his limit awaited, choosing that he'd rather not make, but would be forced to partake. Unpredictable in her nature, as any call wouldn't be given naturally. It would rise whenever she saw fit.

An unnatural entity indeed.

"Forgive me if I may be so bold, Tien. There isn't much that can prove to be a worthy challenge to me, as I accept all to test their might against me. To prove their prowess against me and try their hardest to defeat me. Where most are troubled with certain trials. I do whatever suits my pleasures best. Be it a sacrifice for a worthy cause, or walk over others to reign supreme. All will be guided by the mother's call. As it is in her name that we move forward. That we strive for greatness and welcome others in her embrace." he paused.

"From Darkness we came, to darkness we return."

He smiled at his notation.

Then, as if fate had once again called to him. Bringing him towards those who'd find him a bountiful future. A rewarding life. Acheron couldn't help but see it that his destiny shined bright.

Just as his fate willed him to be. The one, the only.

Singularity among men.

A presence arose between the two, radiating with the benevolence of Nyx. Appearing before the two as it's light illuminated the both, called towards them as the glare of such a creation captivated his soul. Beckoning him forward to claim it for his own.

A hand outstretches unconsciously, reaching for it to claim. To find it in the center of his palm as it's manifestation arose before him. Calling for him.

Wanting him.
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[16:29] Her love, her grace. The Guiding factor in the Fae's own life, the reason he still stood amongst the crowds of the Shadowmire doing anything within his power to uphold this place and their 'estranged' methods and traditions. To many this place was not 'welcoming' but to those that approach with open mind a most rewarding experience would follow. Yet he couldn't help but wonder just how far their devotions would go.

"Bold is praise worthy, however do remember the trails can and will break a person if so fit. A strong will can be a hindrance in light of such trails but ones that always reward. Her guidance will certainly reach you, test your very being. If you make it, only greatness will stand."

Many fail the trails presented by the Mother, others stand taller than before in light of them. The Outcome one that is never known until time comes. For they can appear in many shapes and forms, they can overtake and alter who a person is. Ever molding them to her.

"From Darkness we come, To darkness we return."

The Return of the mantra as it crossed the planes around. A saying known by many in these lands. Often a means of departure given during ritualist practices, yet it embodied the truth they stood for in the darkness around. As the dark wasn't to be feared but accepted.

So when the presence rose her grace filled the room with her undying love, her grace one so rarity for her to show herself as such. Yet before his eyes as the talks with the newly devote continued she made herself known. Perhaps a sign that they were on the right path? At least in the instance for Acheron, for Tien seeing her was a humbling experience any chance he got, her guidance often called upon by the Fae. He knew the presence well as it knew him.

So with her grace filling the halls he'd bow his head closing his eye as he focused on thought, allowing his mind to project towards the deity before them in question. To seek what she might have instore for him as he moved forth. His recent trails one that's left his form battered beyond belief, the worst injury he's sustained in his 'short' life on Esshar thus far.

Yet it brought promise, the chance to attune with the Occult as the dark energies festered within. So his question to her was simple, looking for a means to release his old magics that once reigned supreme with that of her gifts. Looking to her for guidance as to how, as the progress he's made thus far has been. . .Unrewarding, yet there was always a means.

It was hard to say if she'd present an answer to him but for him simply asking was enough at this time. To see if her guiding hand would bring him closer to the actuality he seeks. Talks with Rig's after Aranha flooded his systems purging the cosmic might that tried blocked him from -her- left reason, left theory now it was upon him to find out how.

As his prayers ended he'd shift his gaze upon that of Acheron. His voice subtle as offer extended outwards.

"I know a means to bring her closer to you. If you're willing."
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[17:28] There were things that he'd rather not commit, one being the destruction of his family and friends. The people who he held dear along as the people who held him near and close.

The numbers he cared for, to which he feared to lose were far from in-between, if not numbering the exact number of two.

The only problems that he could ever find amongst himself would to be placed against those few souls. That would only be a true trial for him to hesitate against, to struggle under.

To feel the sense of horror in flesh.

"Of course. However, I'm ready to do whatever is needed inorder to achieve our goals Tien. Being selfish is a good thing."

Perhaps time would tell otherwise.

As the Mantra was accepted alongside Tien, a presence quickly filled the room. Enveloping the two in it's everlasting grace as the lights fell low.

It's presence came to them, calling towards them as they invoked their spirit. Willing to embrace them in their grasp. Praising them with her undying love.

Where some would feel frightened, or terrified from such a presence descending down upon them. Acheron felt lifted. As if a friendly face came to them. To wrap themselves around them as if they were old time friends. Perhaps in another life, he had once claimed them years ago.

(Acheron Erebus)
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[17:40] A nod offered in response to the statement as the Mother's grace continued to fill the room, a warming sensation for that of the Fae as he drew much comfort from her. For her to oversee the act of initiation and continue to do so while they conversed and focused upon the aspects around them was most enlightening. Reassuring in a sense as proceeds moved forward.

With such his wings struck the airs around once again lifting him airborne. Though normally still in the moments of her presence, left to commune and work upon his own things while she watched and guided him. This, this was different, almost as if her idea as to do this.

"I can't promise what this might do, I just know through it she will come to you and help with the transition into your new life. To watch over you as you continue to adjust to these lands and it's people and bring you closer to her."

In truth, his intent here was done only once before. Upon that of Azan, yet knew knowledge was gained since, new power as the occult continued to work through his systems and with the Mother already present in the rooms around? Just how effective would it prove? Regardless he'd move towards that of Acheron.

"Within the cults there are nine sigils, each one connect us to the Mother or an aspect of her practice. Today I will lay out her sigil upon you to help bring her closer to you and in turn you to her."

After the brief explanation he bowed his head momentarily as a mantra was chanted, his power of over the mind no longer projecting his voice as he called to her for her guidance as the act was undergone. The occulted energies within his very being resonating by her grace as mana concentrated at the tip of his finger. Moving towards that of Acheron's heart.

The Power of the mother would infuse as he moved to write out a sigil imbued with the dark magics of the Mother it'd take shape, a sun resting under the horizon the Sigil of Darkness. Through it, her presence would draw upon the wearer, her voice becoming clearer than before as she'd move to quell the light from their very being in order to draw them closer to the gentle darks. To herself.

Yet such an act drained the Fae greatly, unused to the unimaginable power that resided within, the gift of the Mother. It'd wear down upon him even though her presence guided him a drain of his 'mental' being held in light of such an act. As the sigil was finalized he'd 'stumble' back to the cushion he rested in prior dropping heavy upon it.
(Tien)
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[17:50] {Lost Restrained RPB against Tien}
[17:52] ** Tien has inflicted an injury upon Acheron Erebus. ("Sigil of Darkness", "The dark energies of Nyx were infused within the Sigil, one that appears as a sun under the horzon's through it's connection with the Nightmother, her presence would be felt strongly at all times, as if watching the new devote offering guidance as she quelled the remaining light within in order to draw them further into her embrace.", "Temporary", "Duration: Long (12 days)") **
[18:29] It was a feeling that couldn't be described with words.

Nyx's embrace, her calling towards them. It was unnatural, an anomaly towards what reality was. Towards each creature that lived amongst the world of Eternia.

It felt as a plague, a corrupt feeling of warmth and eternal love. A everlasting presence that filled your soul with euphoria. Their presence was so chilling, yet magnificent. As if a calling of the night sky enveloping them. Constricting their movements to nothing but an empty feeling. One without worry or stress. Any distrust to be held, along to hatred and vulgar atrocities.

With the beating sounds of Tien's wings, being carried skywards from the primordial's presence. An entity so grand, a being worthy of a cause. Came to them without hesitation. A call for those who she cared for, or may have even obsessing over those that call to her. Worship her, and ask for nothing more than her eternal embrace.

However Acheron wanted more.

Without word, Acheron accepted their warning. Willing to go the extra mile in order to become blessed with such a divine feeling if given. Or stricken by any abnormal cause for his true wants.

If any would come baring upon him, he accepted it. He was a creature of greed. A human being. An being capable of sin and valor. An Erebus.

With the offering of more words and knowledge that nine sigils exist. Acheron inclined his head once more. Humbly accepting such a gift to be placed upon him.

A mantra filled the air as his eyes grew heavy, finding them closed upon the movements of Tien, aided by the mother that neared their souls. Claiming precedence around them as they cared for the two.

Occultic energies flowed around, it's presence ever growing before him as he welcomed himself towards her embrace. Picking his head up, reeling backwards to accept the blessing that would be placed upon him. A sigil of darkness. A mark of Nyx themselves.

Feeling a presence falling close against his chest, a chilling burn erupted against his chest, burning their heart. But it didn't bring him pain, it brought him an overwhelming sense of darkness. An essence alone that his soul alone welcomed. A frightening presence that peered into the etches of her realm. The ever lasting night where no light shines. The very essence of darkness. The creation that absorbed all light.

Nyx's eternal slumber. The deathless night. Darkness itself.

The presence of Nyx felt closer, her voice becoming clearer, her conscious could be felt nearer.

She was there, he felt their eyes upon him, watching him carefully, with interest.

Reopening his eyes, his surroundings felt cooler, as if he was able to see clearer, towards all possibilities known and unknown.

A hold, forever placed against his chest. Placed there until the day he'd succumb to Nyx's embrace.

"Tien." he called softly as he noticed the wear from such a ritual place upon them, as their body fell against the cushion.

"Thank you."
(Acheron Erebus)
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[18:46] The flow of energies continued around the Fae as the Patron's presence faded, to a minor degree anyways no longer watching over the Faerie as his role in the endeavors at hand came to a close. A catalyst for her power to reach out to the newly appointed devote, one that has been received in kind. It left him drained, his control over his body lessening in light of the 'ritual' at hand. As drawing upon the Mother's power was never an easy task, yet it left him feeling complete.

As he withheld many roles within the Shadowmire, his work along the cult of Nyx the most keen aspect of his 'existence'. Work that left him feeling fulfilled by the intoxicating love of the Mother and a chance seldom presented as such to share in her eternal love, it may have drained him heavily to draw her power as such but the fulfilment found within was one most pleasing.

So after a moment of delay as he recollected his thought and barring's he'd push himself back to seated position, his optics falling upon that of Acheron offering an accepting nod.

"In truth, thanks is not needed as you came here seeking her. It's been a pleasure serving as her catalyst to finalize your journey into the gentle dark. A new life begins and we of the Shadowmire are happy to have you with us."

Truly everything he did was in the name of the Mother, an undeniable fact that's held true for over a decade as he furthered involved with the dealings around the land around. His role in the faiths and the spread of her guidance to those that'd seek it. A simple pleasure but one that brought many to these halls.

"I must rest for now though. I've little power left after inciting her rite upon you. So, again. Welcome brother, we are pleased to have you with us."

With that said he'd further situate upon the cushions he rested, to allow his body and mind to rest as the floodgates of the occult went to work. The Push provided by Nyx herself to complete the sigil an opening into new possibilities. A taste of the power that dwelled within his circuits, one he'd have to further induce into that of his being. To ward off the galling winds and devouring lightning prowess he once held and step further into the occult.

For now though, rest as he accumulated and meditated on the experience at hand.
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[19:19] Just as quick as she arrived, would be the very essence of their departure.

Through Nyx had lingered long enough for the two to feel their presence and relish in it's divine embrace. The catalyst that once held her power fell weakened after being used to carry forth one of their divine deeds. Inviting one of their kin within their eternal embrace. The long forgotten nature that once will be known across Esshar, the one that would invite all towards it's love.

Darkness.

"Yes, that is true but without you. If not for you staying by myside, aiding me throughout our talks. Then I may not have been able to meet Nyx now, if not much later." Or probably.. Never. "So for that, in being a catalyst to help me journey further into the darkness, to be consumed by all her glory. I thank you."

A smile came, charmingly if so as he tilted his head to stare at the lorekeeper. The one who was able to help those find Nyx, and being the being that she deemed as worthy.

"I'm happy to stand among you all. But yes, do get your rest. I can only imagine the ware it took upon you to be driven forth by an unknown entity. I'm pleased to stand amongst you all as well. I'm sure that we'll be able to accomplish many, many things in the future together."

"Do get some rest, as I'm sure that we'll speak again soon."
(Acheron Erebus)
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