#☩they can only kill the body but not the soul---musings/headcanons/aesthetics☩

[midknight-sentinel]

//glances around... softly, yet with feeling...

hallkel being trans........ but views pronouns differently, doesn’t mind if it’s she/her or he/him or they/them..... although probably wanting to be viewed as a woman,, hallkel could care less on how people would view them bc to hally?? actions are louder than words,,, even if words help a lot,,,

[midknight-sentinel]

just got some random headcanons and thoughts about hallkel’s ancestor and things on argent d’nur in general!

so, here’s what im thinking on things...

i imagine, before the time of the maykrs, there was still some sort of pantheon for gods

most of the gods were war-related, with sentinel culture being HEAVILY warrior-based, but there were others, too!

there were a lot of ‘hero-gods’

or, people in sentinel culture that were seen as so heroic, they were considered gods among the people, and sometimes worshipped even before their death

people related to the ‘hero-gods’ usually became nobles!

kinda like the eindride family

sigewulf was considered a ‘hero-god’ of war and protection, due to him being adamant on protecting argent d’nur from a threat the sentinels barely knew of at the time, and not to mention waging war ON said threat for what felt like years

think of him as... the slayer before the slayer... somewhat

op? probably, but dont worry not too much

no. hallkel’s NOT a demigod or some wild shit, hes just.... a Man... doing his best...

no, sigewulf’s not around during the time the slayer’s around, but its one of the main reasons hallkel literally worships the slayer

he just reminds him of his ancestor and literally considers the slayer a literal god of war like sigewulf, since hallkel worships the hero-gods 

most cities worshipped different pantheons, as an example: kher lodur focused on hero-gods, taras nabad focused on deities that were about creation, good luck and healing, but sometimes pantheons would cross over in worship

there was also an afterlife!

SENTINEL VALHALLA

or, SANCTI HO PAR’KHUVEN

which means ‘sanctum of paragons’

it was basically this large city in this whole other realm that like... housed the people of argent d’nur that passed away, and ‘paragons’ were warriors! like night sentinels! and monarchs!

you were taken there by valkyries, and if you were a warrior? your armor would change into your ancestor’s armor and like... became a protector of the afterlife

you could ALSO be summoned by people very close to you like guardian spirits or stands or something!!! but that’s only if they had like, a super mega strong bond with you, almost

even then, they have to know HOW to do that, and theres a pretty big chance they Do Not

the pantheons got pretty much fucked over and were seen as ‘Old Gods’ when the maykrs came around and kinda usurped it, but there were still people that worshipped the Old Gods, like hallkel!

sigewulf was the beginning of his bloodline for the eindride family

and he fought. a lot. he started off as a brawler in a city tavern alongside a woman (who was also his shield-sister) named alga

eventually, he wanted to do more for the people around him after alga had gotten hurt, so after helping her recover, he went on to become basically a hero

he went on to join the night sentinels and forced his way through the ranks with ease to become an elite

wild shit right

he stumbled upon hell by accident, at one point, as he became a really well-known warrior in argenta culture, and he was like ‘OH LORD OH FUCK OH GOD’

then, he was just like

BFG DIVISION INTENSIFIES

and swore himself to an eternal war against hell

he went missing after a while, til he got found in basically a sarcophagus

no one knew if he was dead or just snoozing, but he was hurt. Bad. and no one had the heart to burn his body like an old viking ritual, so they kept it in an old temple in Kher Lodur with his sword

which Hallkel would go on to inherit!

these are just some headcanons,  but I plan on getting more abt sentinel culture soon!! i just thought these were cool

[midknight-sentinel]

Shield-sibling @the-bloody-wolfy​​ said:

9, 10 aaaaand 13

9.  If they were to make a timeline with their life events, which ones would they list? Which would they leave out? 10.  What was the hardest lesson they had to learn as they got older? 13.  Are there any moments of their past they keep secret?

Your Muse’s Backstory

      9.)

      he’d honestly list most of them! when he was born, what he did growing up, when he joined the sentinels, meeting sokkolf and eunokh... even the bad, like him dealing with hell and nearly going insane, and not to mention the grief he feels for having dragged sokkolf and eunokh into the whole mess of the civil war. hallkel prefers to be very transparent with people, because he desperately wants people to know they can trust him.

      he’s dealt with battling demons for most of his adult life after the civil war as one of the few survivors of the original loyalists, and has had no allies besides people he’d meet from completely different worlds (and others that he was lucky to befriend in argent d’nur), and he just wants to build that level of trust with people the best he could, even if it kills him (as foolishly as that sounds) because of a need for companionship.

      10.)

      that not everyone desires what’s right and just. he learned this real hard when he had to deal with the civil war and a bit before it, talking to people that advocated for argent energy despite knowing the truth about it. honestly? it left hallkel floored, and he couldn’t understand their opinion on it at all. he couldn’t even process it. how could people accept the slavery? he had no idea, but that was one of the hardest things he learned in his years as a sentinel in the civil war, which could technically be back when he was considered younger.

     13.)

      none, shockingly. like in the answer for 9, he prefers to be as transparent as he can. he wants people to know things about him so then they can determine whether they could trust him or not. he wants them to make the decision for themselves, not him. he doesn’t want to force them.

      but one thing he feels like he should keep secret, when it comes to the sentinels aligned with the maykrs, is his own identity. he is hallkel eindride, one of the ‘rebels’ against the maykrs that sided with the slayer, an ex-noble that was exiled from taras nabad for killing his father. but, if he wants to survive: he is merely known as the Unbroken Loyalist, something like a tragic folktale.

      he is weary, but vigilant and unbroken-- thus, his title: hallkel the unbroken

[midknight-sentinel]

//hey all you beautiful people... i got NEW VERSE IDEAS!!! so i thought it’d be good if i shared them here!!! will warn you about death mention tw in future verse: einherjar!!!

PAST VERSE: INNOCENCE

basically a child au verse!!

well not really an au but!!! CHILDKEL!! LITTLE BOY...

he’s just this... wholesome lil kid that’s just wanting to be a cool and epic dude like his ancestor

before the fall of argent d’nur? YES

ME? BEING ABLE TO EXPAND SENTINEL LORE? YES

AND HALLKEL’S LORE??? YES!!!!!!

there really isn’t much to this verse, he’s a little bean... That Is All...

FUTURE VERSE: EINHERJAR

i listened to too much viking metal and now here we are

me? expanding lore? yes

ill go into more detail later but like...

hallkel finally kicking the bucket and basically ending up in Sentinel Valhalla(tm)

becomes a thing known as a paragon of eternity

basically means he’s a protector of Sentinel Valhalla(tm) with his fellow paragons/deceased sentinels

he’s... literally made of stars and constellations and shit, and has badass wolf-lookin armor!!!

no hes not artorias... but he most likely fights like him (but with a shield)

think of him as like... a stand. he can be summoned when u need him and he’ll personally fight god if he has to

he can still kinda “die” as a paragon but it just sends him back to Sentinel Valhalla basically

Local Man Too Angry To Stop Fighting After He Dies

hes going to personally throw hands with god

don’t test him he’s going to do it

lord almighty

SUPER SECRET VERSE: ANCIENT PRAYERS

a SUPER SECRET VERSE? YES

WITH A SUPER SECRET MUSE??? YES!!!

you all get the good secretness... secrety secrets...

this au actually doesn’t focus on hallkel! but it instead focuses on his ANCESTOR! (one of them) NAMED SIGEWULF THE IMMORTAL!

this stemmed from me literally just wanting to experiment with the doom lore AND expand bloodlines

so like...

sigewulf’s this,,, sentinel from WAY before the maykrs came around to argent d’nur and is probably the start of hallkel’s bloodline tbh

he’s this real famous hero sentinel dude!! well not too famous in the maykr era but like. lord.

his name’s prolly kinda well known

sigewulf stumbled upon some ancient slipgate in argent d’nur crafted by... someone... who?? no one knows

but he went in!

AND LORD. THERE WERE FUCKING DEMONS!!!!!!! EVERYWHERE

he realized ‘uh oh. these dudes? bad. can’t have them go into argent d’nur or else EVERYTHING GOES WRONG’

think of him as like.... doomguy before doomguy came into existence

sigewulf was just too angry to fucking die

tbh hes probably like. the reason that the maykrs were interested in argent d’nur (if they weren’t already) bc this random fucking man literally kept fighting demons and knew about hell

then he got put into a fucking eternal sleep into a sarcophagus

some sentinels found it though! and kept him in a temple in kher lodur

where hallkel would get his S W O R D

HERCULES!!! GETCHA SSWOOORRDDD!!!!

no. hallkel is not a demigod. he’s just.. descended from a badass

and inherited his ‘too angry to die’ motto

sigewulf’s like. the complete opposite of hallkel

while hallkel’s just like “hello!!! i’d like to be your friend!! :)” and wants to take notes

sigewulf’s just like. “mrgh fuck off” and writes notes angrily

but he can soften up depending on the person,,, u just gotta be lucky...

//more verses coming soon!!! thought this’d be good to write for if anybody wanted to do a starter or a thread with these verses!!!

[midknight-sentinel]

 Shield-siblings @savior-of-humanity​ and Sokkolf said:

✂ - a vivid memory

✂ - a vivid memory. Sokkolf had asked his Sword-Brother a question, on something he might or had remembered.

“ A vivid memory? Why, I must say-- it was us trading weapons, my dear Sword-Brother! T’was very important to me! ”

      The day for their graduation to become Night Sentinels was arriving.

      Their task was simple-- to create weapons alongside their closest ally that they had trained with. Hallkel sat attentively, his head tilted off to the side while he studied his black-haired ally, watching as he made what looked to be a sectioned sword, of that familiar white Sentinel steel, while Hallkel’s calloused hands carefully crafted a glaive, his eyes narrowing in determination. His face was scruffy, while he tried to rub at a little scar on his face, irritated by the heat of the smithy in the large stone room.

      “ Ser Hallkel. ” Came Sokkolf’s voice. Sokkolf was much more focused and calm than Hallkel ever truly had been... and he had been more attentive than Hallkel had ever been, too. In a way, the guy felt like an older brother, in a sense, for Hallkel. Perhaps they came from different backgrounds, with Hallkel’s noble birth and Sokkolf’s commoner life, but he would dare argue that classes hadn’t mattered between them. “ Do not pick at your scars... especially when handling weapons. ” Sokkolf told him, furrowing his brows a tad while looking to the young white-haired man. “ Or else you could hurt yourself more. Understand? ”

      “ I-I understand! ” Hallkel replied with a little laugh, as he glanced down to the glaive-- nearly finished. He just needed to add a finishing touch to it... “ I-I just cannot help myself, Ser Sokkolf. ” He admitted, as he ripped off a bit of cloth from his silk tunic. It made the other Sentinel-trainee do a bit of a double take, his eyes flicking from the sword he was crafting to the glaive that Hallkel was making, the two standing in the large stone smithy, sweating from the heat of the hot coals. “ You are ripping your-- ” Sokkolf began, but Hallkel spoke up with an even brighter smile once he had the light teal silk tightly tied along the grip. “ I would like for us to trade. ” Hallkel suddenly said, turning his head to the man as he did.

      For once, Sokkolf’s eyebrows raised, his eyes focusing on Hallkel, then the energy-glaive that he had created, as Sokkolf held the sword gently in his hands. “ Trade? ” He repeated after a moment. He eyed the noble before him, though... Sokkolf was quick to realize what this meant. Hallkel tapped the bottom of the glaive to the floor, making the energized tip suddenly disappear, while he flipped the glaive into his hands and held it out to him. His blue eyes had a sparkle, while Sokkolf’s eyes were almost unreadable for Hallkel (as usual). After a moment, Sokkolf had moved the blade in his hands, careful with how he held it so as to not hurt himself, and turned it to where the hilt was out to Hallkel.

      “ ... If we are to truly be Sword-Brothers, ” Hallkel said, “ I would like for you to hold this glaive, and I to hold your sword. You are family to me, Ser Sokkolf! ” He grinned cheerily to him, straightening his posture, “ I would like to ensure that we stay as Sword-Brothers until the end of our days! ”

      Sokkolf stared at him, before taking in a breath-- and a smile, slowly, curled onto his lips. Not one of the big, toothy smiles or grins that Hallkel would get, but a small one. He moved one hand to gently take the glaive, grasping at the grip, while Hallkel took the sword by the hilt.

      With their weapons traded, the two men looked to one another with a sense of understanding-- and Sokkolf managed to find his words. “ ... I see. ” He quietly began after a moment, “ I would be honored... Sword-Brother. ”

[midknight-sentinel]

Anonymous shield-sibling said:

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

memory meme

      Fingers trailed along old, ancient stone. The sounds of his own footsteps echoing through the empty, abandoned halls of one of Kher Lodur’s many temples. He had found himself travelling, on a mission for the Slayer before their mighty crusade against the forces of Hell-- before they’d reach the shores and reach Nekravol.

      Hallkel was accompanied by a man, with his silver hair put back into a tight bun with the sides of his head shaved, sapphire-colored eyes flicking around the room with a bit of stubble on his face. He had a sharp jawline, and wore much more lighter armor-- with leathers and silk cloth, being a few different shades of green and teal, and a silver trim. He had his arm wrapped around Hallkel’s shoulders, while his other hand gripped tightly at a torch, lifting it up to lead the way. “ ...Should be around here... ” Eunokh mumbled, as Hallkel’s lighter-colored blue eyes drifted to him. “ Ser Eunokh... ” Hallkel murmured, “ Will it truly be here to help us? If we are unable to find it... ”

      “ You worry too much. ” Eunokh responded with a huff of a laugh, a smirk spreading across his face. “ And, hey. Told you to just call me Eunokh, Lord Eindride. ” He nudged Hallkel’s side, making the white-haired Argentan laugh as they pressed on.

      They were travelling down a long, wide hall, with engravings and murals on the walls, of ancient Sentinels and battles along the walls, of gods and kings, with torches lining the walls that had long since died out. Eunokh whistled a bit as he slowly unwrapped his arm from around Hallkel, looking around the hall. “ Hall of Kings, huh? ” He mumbled, as Hallkel cracked a little grin in excitement. He lifted his hands off of his gleaming, pristine helm, strapping it to his side and rushing to get his journal from underneath his armor, getting his small pen (that he admittedly took from his previous officer before he rebelled), and began to write down what he could. Eunokh just looked at him, entertained by his joy for the history of such an old place.

      “ T-This is amazing...! ” Hallkel muttered after a moment, “ To have so much history in one room, of our people from even before the Maykrs! ” Eunokh could hear him scribbling on, and it made him chuckle, but he suddenly quieted down... Making Hallkel lift his head. “ Nokhie? ” He softly asked, his tone swiftly being filled with worry as the other man shushed him quickly. The two stood in silence in the dark, dusty halls, and all they could hear was their breathing. That is...

      Until the torches suddenly began to come to life, lighting up with a light swoosh of flames, blue light coming from them as the halls suddenly lit up, more and more, making Hallkel suddenly tense up. The Night Sentinel rushed to put his journal away, grabbing at the hilt of his sectioned sword, while the Inquisitor had gotten his dagger out as some form of self-defense, dropping his torch onto the floor. “ Who is there?! ” Hallkel called out, “ I am Lord Hallkel the Voice Weaver of House Eindride! Show yourself! ”

      “...Ｅｉｎｄｒｉｄｅ.” An otherworldly, disembodied voice softly spoke in the thin air of the halls of murals, as Eunokh scowled a little. Keeping his dagger level with what could have been around them, Eunokh frowned a bit when he chose to speak, “ And I’m Inquisitor Eunokh. ” He grumbled out, “ His servant. ” Such a response definitely upset Hallkel, as his head turned to him with a look of disappointment at him using such a title. The two looked around warily, before the voice spoke again, “ Ｗｈａｔ ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｓｅｅｋ ｉｎ ｔｈｉｓ ｈｏｌｙ ｐｌａｃｅ？”

      Hallkel furrowed his brows a little, straightening his posture as he kept his hands on the hilt of his sword, beginning to slowly step forward. His eyes drifted around the room, slowly, trying to find the source of the voice still. However, he saw nothing. He had been focused on the end of the hall, which they were now close to. The hall had opened up to a large sanctuary, with the dome-like ceiling being decorated with murals of paragons, stone statues of Night Sentinels lining the walls in ancient armor, armed with swords that were stabbed into the floor. The floor, itself, was covered in water, save for a bridge that led to a large altar (or, perhaps, a sarcophagus?) in the center of the room.

      Taking a deep breath, Hallkel picked up the pace as he walked along, Eunokh having to jog to catch up to him. Eunokh furrowed his brows a little, as he mumbled, “ ... say something. ” to the Night Sentinel. The Sentinel grunted a bit, but he lifted his head and began to speak, “ We desire the Blade of Sigewulf, to battle the demons on the shores of Hell and to protect our home! ”

      He suddenly felt a chill up his spine, his whole body freezing up as his eyes stared at the altar in the distance. No, it wasn’t an altar at all... It was indeed a sarcophagus of sorts. It was in the shape of a man, lying on his back, his stone hands clasping at a carefully-crafted hilt, with old cloth around it and a moon-shamed pommel, though no sign of a blade. Suddenly, Hallkel stepped forward again with a light shiver, squeezing his eyes shut. Eunokh could see it, and he had rushed to Hallkel’s side, grunting a bit and gripping at the man’s free hand. “ Hey. ” Said Eunokh, furrowing his brows a little. Hallkel turned his head back to him, swallowing hard, about to say something-- until Eunokh spoke again. “ We’re in this together, sol’num. Right? ”

      This had gotten Hallkel to crack a smile to him. A bright one. And, instantly, Hallkel was feeling pretty relieved. Knowing Eunokh was there to support him... it helped him relax, knowing that. Hallkel opened his mouth to him to say something, only to flinch when the voice spoke again, and a wind blew through the halls, sweeping into the room and sending Hallkel’s braid whipping about, while Eunokh had ducked his head down, arms up over his head to shield himself from the strong winds the best he could. “ Ｔａｋｅ ｔｈｅ ｂｌａｄｅ， ｔｈｅｎ， Ｓｅｎｔｉｎｅｌｓ． Ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｏｍｅ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｕｎｈｏｌｙ． ”

      Then... the wind faded, as Hallkel glanced back to his companion, “ A-Are you alright, Eunokh? ” He quietly asked, helping him stand straight, before warily looking around the room. That voice... it weirdly felt familiar, but Hallkel couldn’t ever put his finger on it. Masculine-sounding, deep, intense, gravelly... But he couldn’t put his fingers on it. Eunokh’s eyes drifted up to him, and he nodded, trying to straighten up his own hair the best he could. “ Y-Yeah. Let’s just get the sword already, huh? ” He asked. Hallkel nodded with a little determined grin, and took his hand, pulling him along to rush along the bridge. “ H-Hey, hey, hey, hold on! Not that fast! ” Eunokh sputtered out, with Hallkel chuckling-- he knew to treat this place with respect... but they needed to get the sword quickly. Quickly. Before they dealt with any demons. “ Then make yourself go faster, Eunokh, my love! ” He said back to him with a little laugh, as Eunokh scowled at him, the two getting closer and closer to the sarcophagus...

          ...

      ...Hallkel breathed out a tad as he looked down at the hilt. It was no Crucible-- certainly not as strong as one, but it’s saved Hallkel’s life countless times. He stared down at the hilt, before lifting it up and flicking his wrist. Almost instantly, it lit up and came to life, a large blade of red energy extending from the hilt, burning brightly against the snow while he stood there. He had to hold it like a greatsword, however, as he suddenly felt the weight of the blade, making him clench his teeth... It didn’t help all of his injuries ached at the sudden weight, especially on his arms and back... But, fuck it.

      He’d fight with this until the end of his days when he’d find himself back in Hell... and he’d rip and tear, just like the Great Slayer would. Until it was done. Until his home was saved.

          Kar En Tuk.

[midknight-sentinel]

Shield-sibling @the-bloody-wolfy​ said:

Childhood memory. ((Give us the BOI!))

memory meme

      “ E-Eunokh! Wait for me! ” The younger boy whined as he grasped at the hand of the older one, trying his hardest to sprint along the old steps outside of the city, “ I-I’m not that fast! ”

     “ Well, MAKE yourself go faster! ” Grunted Eunokh in frustration, tugging Hallkel impatiently as they finally got to the top. Two young boys, one a servant-boy and the other a noble, had chosen to take their time adventuring outside of the religious capital that was Taras Nabad, running past Sentinels and soldiers, strange Maykr Angels and other high-and-mighty-looking Argentans. They had rushed their way along the stone bridge and had rushed their way along to climb trees and push on to look over the high walls of the city. Hallkel weakly breathed out, trying to catch his breath as Eunokh again tugged on the noble boy’s silk tunic, his own brown burlap one flowing a tad with the wind, his silver hair put back into a mohawk, as sapphire-colored eyes squinted off into the distance. Their boots hit the ground, their pants lightly stained with dirt from the journey... and Hallkel’s habit of tripping over his own foot

      “ Lord Eindride wouldn’t tell you anything about this, I bet! ” Eunokh said proudly, tugging Hallkel along a bit more, “ ’Cause I heard you’re related to Lord Sigewulf himself! ”

      “ Lord Sigewulf? ” Hallkel asked quizzically,  blinking. “ You don’t know? ” Eunokh gasped out, before rolling his eyes in a bit of annoyance, “ Lord Eindride really DOESN’T teach you anything good besides how to make you feel bad... to think I have to study your family history all the time, and you barely know it. ” He grumbled out, making Hallkel squeak out a tiny ‘sorry...’, but Eunokh continued on, his eyes drifting up to a statue in the distance. The statue was of an intimidating-looking man, wearing ancient Sentinel armor, standing tall, with long hair adorned in braids, with a scruffy beard on his face. His muscular stone body was adorned in battle scars, with a large greatsword on his back, his stone eyes looking over the lands protectively as he held his arm up, as if to say ‘no enemy shall bring harm to this city’. 

      Vines hung from the statue’s arms, moss creeping along parts of the proud statue’s armor, with small etchings in stone at its feet. Sigewulf the Immortal.

      Hallkel gasped in awe, his small hands pressing against the stone, gliding his fingers along it as Eunokh couldn’t help but crack a smile at Hallkel’s reaction, the slightly-older boy focusing on the younger, crossing his arms. “ He was this real famous hero back in the day, ” Eunokh explained, looking up at the statue and its eyes-- each part of the statue was carved out with care, with each part taken into consideration, with so much detail to the point it could have been considered lifelike. “ and he battled these unhooooly beasts! ” He lifted his arms up with a little grin, waving his fingers.

      This made Hallkel gasp in horror, before giggling a tad, covering his hands with his mouth, “ R-Really? What’d they look like? ” He asked him, while Eunokh tried his hardest to think on the spot, before he began to circle Hallkel, “ They were tall, some were skinny! With leathery skin, and-- spikes! With red, beady eyes! Some of them had metal on them, and could shoot large ballistae bolts, with goat legs! ” He tugged down an eyelid a bit and went on his tip-toes, like a goat on his hind legs, to emphasize his point, leaning closely to Hallkel from behind and making him yelp in alarm. “ And they could throw FIRE! ” Eunokh said, before throwing his arms up, “ They were as hot as the sun! Even HOTTER than that! ”

      “W-What!?” Hallkel squeaked out, horrified, as he looked up at Eunokh, but Eunokh knew how to make sure Hallkel wasn’t afraid. So, the older boy pointed up at the statue, mimicking a much more stronger voice, “ Yeah! But Sigewulf’s immortal! That’s why he’s ‘Sigewulf the Immortal! He fought them all and ripped ‘em to shreds! He did it to protect an Outlander! ” He told Hallkel, “ A guy with black hair and green eyes, and wearing green armor... ”

      “ Was he a Sentinel, too? ” Hallkel asked, meaning the Outlander, making Eunokh shrug, “ I dunno. ” He replied simply, “ But some say Sigewulf was gonna fight the Ruler of Hell himself! But then... he disappeared. Gone. Poof! Most people say he went to a whole other world! ” Eunokh dramatically continued on, suddenly running behind the statue, making Hallkel gasp, “ H-He disappeared? So how do we know about him, then? ” He asked. Eunokh peered out from behind the statue’s legs, “ Well, he had a habit on writing everything down in journals. Like you do, and they’re considered important pieces of history... ” 

      He then cracked a grin to Hallkel, “ And they’re kept safe in the Memory Keeper’s room back in the Sentinel Training Grounds! I can show you ‘em, ‘cause I’m training to be an Inquisitor. ” He said, making Hallkel’s mouth fall open in awe, adjusting his hair that was put back into its low ponytail. “ Woahhh... ” He whispered, looking back up to the statue... “ And I’m related to him? ”

      “ Yeah! ” Piped up Eunokh, patting at the statue’s leg, “ I bet you’ll be a Paragon like him. ” He told Hallkel, seeing the younger boy’s eyes sparkle with delight as he craned his head back, staring off at the statue of his ancestor, before he murmured, “ ... a paragon... ”

      He wanted to fight demons like him... He wanted to be a hero... He wanted to be... be...

      A Night Sentinel Elite. No matter how tough it was! He wanted to be a paragon like his ancestor! He wanted to be a hero for the Argentan people, too!...

      ...

      The memory faded, as Hallkel’s eyes blinked back a wave of tears while he sat at the base of the statue in silence, adjusting his helmet over his head, before choosing to remove it entirely and leaving it to the side. His eyes settled onto the ruins of Taras Nabad, and all he could do was manage a smile at the gentle memory. Oh, Eunokh...

                    how he missed him...

[slayers-sentinel-archive]

Anonymous said:

36.

36. When was the last time you were sick? What happened? How long did it take until you were better?

He laughed, heartily and nervously, before looking down with a slight frown underneath his helmet,

“Well, I still am sick, my dear anonymous cousin.” He said, adjusting the pauldrons of his armor.

“Ever since I had been able to just barely escape from Hell, I had never let myself be tended to as a way to show of what happened to my shield-sisters and shield-brothers, the great Slayer, and myself, in Hell when we were betrayed and trapped there. And, due to that, I had grown ill. There are times where I will feel faint, I will wobble, and perhaps find myself nearly vomiting my insides and being unable to get out of bed on some days with a raging fever. .”

“Perhaps it is simply me showing my own penance for living longer than my brothers? Are the Gods hoping that I meet them soon? I do not know. But, I will let my Gods, my ancestors, and my dear friends and family know this: I shan’t die, not yet, not until I am able to see the Night Sentinels and my fellow Argentians rise to glory once more, under the banner of the great Slayer.”