Void 1

[20:42] After a while of searching Inanis moved towards the Towering Demon that exuded horrific energies. It would be wise to say this demon was an entity unlike the others Inanis had come across and quite honestly? The aura it was drenched in was something it knew little about and to some degree felt far more odd compared to the others.

It moved close enough to make its presence known, Wind magics allowing for Inanis to sit comfortably in the air as it approached. "I do not know your name yet but I beseech you, Can you tell me of the power that lies within the void? Can you show me how I can obtain such a power? My binder...you ...and Malentine have all various method of interacting with such power and I...need to use whatever resources to accomplish my goals. " It was true anyone who had watched how those three who had used the void in various different ways various different outcomes and Sors and the black demonwere to outliers who carried the multiple eyes along side them.

(Inanis)
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[20:48] Red eyes would slowly lower to Nethadrin, staring with a dull pressure on the very plane of reality. It were as if there were a certain weight placed upon the surrounding air-- As if they were within a colliseum, with a endless sea of spectators staring onwards, whispering sweet nothings to one another. Such sounds could have driven the weak of mind into madness, with how overbearing they could become.

"The Void... And Ulovex has not taught you such things?"

"An endless amount of times, the words have left my mind, and entered another. An endless amount of time, thine individuals have died, being of no use to Us, or the Void itself."

"Tell us, Nethadrin-- Why should we bother, when one keeps such goals, such dreams, a secret to us?"

"Tell Us your dream."
(Pestilence)
[20:59] Inanis' own sinful crimson eyes would meet the overwhelming madness of the others. Two true monsters gazing deep into the others soul one clearly more potent than the other. The Nethradin could feel the pressure they exuded just as if Inanis felt some sort of familiarity to it. As if they weren't supposed to be there. Just as Inanis was hated by this realm of reality so was the voidilng.

"My binder speaks to me of the Void from time to time yes but, He his a vague man if anything. He'd rather me seek the power for myself rather than give me the answers to those achieve what I desire and for that I come to you. The words he told me is that to gain the power of the void I must Entertain it, Offer it something even? "Still aiming to pry information from the creatures lips Inanis saw that would do no good without first divulging themselves.

Hearing them regale how many times their apprentices hadfailed to achieve usefulness to the void Inanis could not claim themselves better than the ones hand picked by the void ling but he could promise this."My dreams are a simple one, I wish to become the Tempest of Death that brings the Light of Agartha to its knees. To command my binders armies and lead assaults against his enemies and for myself? To reclaim what was stolen from me when that Warden defeated me in battle. Those are things I desire. Humanity -mortals- in general have all grown too fat on and lazy on their seat of power, They are undeserving I wish to amuse myself with their suffering." Inanis could only repeat what hes said to many others before, The more he said it aloud the more it made sense. The more he wanted it craved it. The more his hatred pushed him to achieving it.

"I don't know whom you're other disciples were, I don't know if I'll be better or worse than them but I will do what is required of me regardless of who stands in my way to achieve it. I've died once before. I have no intention of doing it again any time soon. " Inanis would focus its gaze now towards the Pestilence aiming to portray its conviction and resolve.
(Inanis)
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[21:09] An eternity.

"And yet... Your dream is one unoriginal to you. One that countless have sought after-- And all have failed."

An eternity-- And history still repeats. It were as if the demon had seen Inanis before, yet tens, if not hundreds of times over. The same dream, yet such different faces.

"Our dream..."

"We, will make this world perfect."

"The Void, is perfection-- Beyond anything of reach of the fingertips of the Archangel. Seperate not only from Eternia-- But what even you might consider real."

"The Void lives. Breathes. It sees-- And it sees, it sees, it sees all. None escape its sight-- It watches you even now, without your knowledge."

"But we, see It. It is our dream that all, shall see It."

"That It, shall consume Eternia-- And thus create the perfect world I desire."

For such a large demon, it's voice were soft within its utter inhumanity, like a gentle caress to the very depths of Inanis', and all whom would surround's mind. Whatever Pestilence were-- it were different from any demon, as if its very demonic nature had been stripped away-- Devoured, and replaced with something far, far more vile.

Maddening whispers only grew louder and louder, as the gleaming vermillion eyes that cut through the midnight sky that cloaks the demon's upper half from being seen, stare down from above.
(Pestilence)
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[21:19] It wasn't something that Inanis could argue for the most part he had been spewing propganda things he believed in things he wanted and revenge he had planned to settle within a given amount of time and yet his dreams were shattered by the demons words 'Unoriginal' it was the truth...nothing they claimed had not been attempted before, and failed all miserably.

"I-...I...I cannot say you are wrong, Parts of me year for something more, Wanting to see what lies beyond my existence but at the same time I know that my duty here is to make others suffer, I am a product of what this realm made me to be. A distortion of what I once was and now a twisted incarnation of death. I want to become more than this. I want to be Perfected" Whatever that meant Inanis couldn't truly summarize he only knew it was what he desired to break the mold that the life stream and Kraus had placed upon him, To consume it whole and to disrupt the flow eternally.

-It watches you even now- The words of the gentle voiced voidling penetrate deeply within its mind, Reverberating and only growing louder, It had felt the voids presence, Almost like a nagging inkling that kept observing their actions watching it failure and succeed many times, Yet it stayed silent. Despite how much Inanis defiled the stars above the voice of the void remained silent to him. "Then show me how to see to see as well."

Unoriginal weak, and unmotivated towards a goal that was uniquely his own. Those were all true facts he could not dispute but perhaps? Through obtaining knowledge and power in training to connect with something other than this realm Inanis sought to overcome the limits of their own imagination.
(Inanis)
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[21:33] Octavia Falkenrath whispers something.
[21:34] As Inanis spoke, judgemental, gleaming crimson orbs would stare down upon the Nethadrin's form, as if its very stare could tear apart the soul of the spirit, and see everything within. The very feeling of such-- Were exhilerating, like a twisted sort of drug that could make a sloth sprint a mile. For as two red eyes would slowly dim into blackness, a single, gleaming eye of greater color than a spire shard would pierce down, dynamic, as colors flow endlessly-- Some of which touching the spectrum of eternia for the very first time.

It were surreal.

"Your dream-- Give it to us. Let your hands play a role in terraforming a useless Eternia into something greater. That, is how you can be... Perfected, as we are."

"It is the only way. It, shall prevail."

For such few words, they almost seem to expand in meaning within Inanis' mind, painting a bigger pictue within his mind.

Rolling hills, as endless as the eye could see. Grass lay colors that rest beyond shades of purple, gleaming beyond the spectrums of what mortal eyes could see. There were spirits-- Similar, yet evolved far beyond what Inanis were. Nethadrin of the void, that squeal shrilly in an ecstasy of mere living.

And then, darkness-- Before Eternia would reveal itself before Inanis' eyes once more-- Two gleaming red eye sstaring down, ever so passively.

"Will you?"

(Pestilence)
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[21:44] A fantasy a reality....what did those two words mean? How often could the tables turn and the needle move to the other spectrum with just a simple grasping of power. Inanis knew how, Inanis had seen how power corrupted and influenced those greater than themselves to do things. And for a time in the living realm he had seen so many more corrupted by the lust of power.

Yet he'd never envisioned themselves as being apart of anything working towards anything other than Sors plots to create a grand war amongst the people of this island and yet? The demon wanted for more, The void wanted for absolution, to dissolve this world into something greater and...Inanis knew they could find themselves within that fantasy until it was made a reality.

"I will, There are endless ways to cause mortals to suffer, To end them all to destroy what was once build and create something anew. I will aid in any particular way I can learn all the secrets the whispers have told you and from that. Become as perfect as I can be. " Their hands could play a larger role in this world, A larger tragedy could occur through Inanis actions and? Along side Sors and the Demon the Nethradin would eventually become the Tempest of Death they had hoped to become.

"As long as the void can help me achieve what I desire I will help to create this reality where existence is for those who can peer into darkness and see the truth. "
(Inanis)
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[21:50] "Then when the time does rise-- For when Eternia presents itself ready..."

"We, shall call upon you."

With that said, the Demon would turn. Their discussion were not finished-- Only postponed, for when the time were right.
(Pestilence)
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[21:50] Inanis nods another step taken forward.
(Inanis)
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