#Locian Surlaint

[ffxiv-zathorinsilverwood]

“As you stand upon the edge Hanging in the balance And fate may fall down upon you While the devil is knocking”

[lociansurliant]

“So, this is it. The seventh spike..I wonder what sort of wonders are in store for us. What sort of chaos will be given....”

The man kept his eyes closed, a smile crossing his thin lips as he held the seventh spike in his fingers. 

“Remember me how I was, my dearest. I do not know what will happen to me.”

The Elezen lifted his hand, took a deep breath and pushed the spike into the back of his skull. It pierced the skin with ease. No pain. Just a familiar pressure. Quickly after the man’s hands lowered to his sides, head lowered as well. He remained still...

“Every world...from it’s creation has a set date of extinction.”

Locians right hand launched backwards, a scythe of shadow formed. 

Slowly the Elezen stood, the scythe disappearing into a wisp of shadow...

“This one will be just a little ahead of schedule. Darkness will over shadow this world. And Our Reckoning will come. Divine Chaos will destroy all and nothing shall be left. Every speck of light shall fade, every god will tremble. Nothing will stop Us. Nothing will stand in our way from Our Reckoning.”

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The Second Commandment

“To give something we hold dearest up. What do they take me for? Someone who holds things dear to me? Only one thing I hold closest, and nothing will take her away from me.”

The Elezen stood by the window in his home, watching the rain pour heavily to the earth. Anger stewed inside of him. He knew with his words, he would have to chose wisely, or else They would hear him.

“Then if you do not give her up, what else is there to give? I know of something.”

A voice spoke out, though nothing could be seen. At least to anyone but Locian. The Elezen turned, lifting his head to look up. He could see it. The Voidsent he had contracted years ago. The being that helped give him power. “And what might that be?” The curious man asked the creature of the void.

The Voidsent was fitting for the Devil. Shadowy and cloaked in darkness, it’s face covered by a black hood. Chains wrapped around its body, dangling down as if it was part of its clothing. It was as if Death itself had made a contract with the Devil.

“The grudge you’ve held onto for years against your brother Zathorin. Give nothing in its entirety, just a piece. For all we know, memories and things taken away could return once They have what they want.”

The Voidsent’s voice was deep yet smooth and held a slight echo to it. It simply hovered in front of the Elezen as it spoke. Though Locian could not see it’s eyes, one could tell it was making eye contact with it’s ‘master’. A brow was risen at the thought. Locian turned away from his ‘servant’ to gaze out the window, peering into the darkness of the night that was at times illuminated by a flash of lightning. “I suppose you are right. My hunger for power does not lie solely with the grudge I hold against him. Fine. I will give it up for now and see how things play out.”

“Then you do not need me anymore.” The Voidsent said, turning away from Locian and began to move away from him. Locian quickly turned, a shocked expression over his slender features. “Where are you going? Are you leaving now?” The voidsent stopped, turning its head back to its former master. “You are in no need of my assistance anymore. So I shall take my leave.” It began to move away from Locian once again. With anger, the man growled, both of his eyes glowing as the fire within him rose. His right hand reached towards his left side, gripping the handle of the unseen blade that rested on his hip. Without hesitation, the Elezen rose the now visible sword, moving swipe at the Voidsents back.

 “I own you!!!” He yelled out, but before the man could react, his blade was caught. The Voidsent held the blade tight within it’s bony grasp and no matter how much the Elezen tried to push, the sword never budged.

“You…”

The reaper began to speak, with swiftness it’s free hand took hold of Locian’s neck, gripping tight enough to lift the Elezen into the air. “...do not own me, mortal.” Locian let go of the sword, reaching to try and pry the Voidsents grip from his neck, but it was useless. He gasped for air, looking up at the face of death for the third time in his life. “I’ll..kill more for you. Gather as much aether and…” A deep breath was taken in with the pause. “...souls as you want. If anything letting go of…” Another pause. “...the grudge will help push me far beyond what I am now. Please.”

The Voidsent dropped Locian to the ground, hovering above the now coughing Elezen. “The Faceless do not care what happen to the likes of me. But I suppose if you do their bidding, it will benefit me in the long run in some way. Very well. I will stay, mortal. For now. Do not fail me.” The reaper like Voidsent faded from sight. Locian’s left eye shined for a moment before returning to it’s normal purple color. Slowly the Elezen lifted himself, panting slightly heavy still.

“You heard me. You know what I wish to give up...to prove my loyalty to you.”

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“Their darkness will overshadow everything. And I will aid in this..and reap everything that which stands in Their way. I only hope that They use me to fulfill Their bidding beyond simply doing small tasks here and there. A Devil thrives in this chaos.”

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The Last Letter

(Music)

"Dearest Adriah, as my life comes near it's end I have no regrets. I have done everything that Hydalaen has chosen for me to do. I hope fate has been more merciful to you. Our time on earth is brief and yet I have been filled with so much joy that I can only be thankful for how much the gods have blessed me especially for the joy you have brought me in my long life.

This letter is my last. I write it with peace of mind, accepting what will happen to me. Power makes men mad. One of my students has lost himself in a darkness that not even I can pull him out of. Though I failed to do so, I know my sacrifice will not be in vain. I have taught Zathorin everything and I know he is the one to liberate him of this darkness. If you meet him, please guide him from any darkness he may find on his way. Since it is the will of the gods to separate us on this earth, I hope that we will meet again in the Lifestream. I love you and Theo both with every ounce of my heart. Keep me in your prayers, your loving Husband...

Always..."

The older man smiled as he placed the quil down on the table, looking over his letter before folding it and sealing it away into an envelope. Both of his soft mint green eyes had formed tears, and yet Theordric held that smile. Three knocks on the door caused him to turn his head, wheeling himself towards the front door. Upon opening it, he was greeted by a young tall Xaela man. He smiled up at his student, taking in a deep breath. His last letter sitting on the table where it was left...

"Let's get your final test finished, shall we Zathorin?"

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Locian Surlaint - Villain Character

Name: Locian Surlaint Age: 32 Occupation: Void Mage, Underground Assassin Birth City: N/A Current location: N/A

Appearance: A tall Elezen with black hair, mainly pulled back in some sort of messy tie back. Hetero-chromatic eyes, a dark red for his right and void purple for his left, a pale skin tone. 

Personality: Charismatic, yet insane. Merciless even to the innocent. With his power comes a big ego, yet he doesn’t let it get the best of him. Persuasive, proud and deceitful.He can occasionally be kind...but not too often.  

Small Summary: With jealousy and revenge in his heart, Locian strives for only one thing. The power that was rightfully his. He’ll stop at nothing to get it, even if it means killing the innocent and turning people against one another. He literally just wants to see the world burn..all because of something his parents did long ago. How you may know him: The only true way you’ll know him is if you work in the underground. You’d know the name(s) Locian Surlaint, The Crimson Devil, The Shadow. Or if you don’t work in the underground, you’d know of the name from talk around taverns. 

What to expect: Nothing good can come from him, yet that is the fun of it, right? 

Blog: https://lociansurliant.tumblr.com/

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Liberate the Lust of Power

“So...you are the one who killed him.”

Appearing from behind a tombstone appeared a semi tall elezen woman. Her outfit was black with dark red tassels here and there, brown gloves covered her hands and a light brown cloak over her left shoulder. A hat with a white feather appearing out the side. Her hair was a dark almost blood red, skin pale, almost as if she had barely been in the sun for years. The sudden voice caught the man’s attention, causing him to turn around to see who was speaking to him.

Locian had visited his father's tombstone this day, to see if he could uncover any secrets of the weapons he had left for him after his passing. The man was getting desperate, so this was a final act of desperation for his lust of power. Locian watched this woman walk to a halt, in her right hand appeared to be a sword of some sort, her face half hidden from the nose up from her hat. Her accent something foreign it seemed. Though not too foreign considering where they were near. Ishgard.

Locian rose a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ve killed many husbands in my time, madam. If you could be a little bit more specific, maybe I could say yay or nay?” The end of his lips curved into a sneer at the woman.

“Oh I’m sure you know, the man who taught you the art of melee combat. The other mentor you had as well, though he was not my husband, he was the husband of a young soul who was too innocent for such a thing as death to shadow her life.”  The woman slowly took a few steps closer to Locian, bringing her right hand up that held the unusual looking weapon. The sword was more round than anything almost like a rapier with an almost jewel like thing on the end of the pommel. “I also know why you are here. Your lust for greater power has driven you here, to uncover the secrets your father may have buried with him. Oh I know, how the secrets beckon so sweetly…”

Locian’s expression shifted from one to another, a sneer to one he rarely would ever use. A nervous look. Meanwhile, the woman’s left hand rose to hover over the crystal like object that was attached to her sword. “Only death will cure you of your sins…” With quickness, the woman’s hands moved to detach the crystal from the sword, the blood red crystal began to glow with power as it detached itself from the sword.  

“Liberate you, of your wild lust for power.”

With that, the woman began to walk towards Locian slowly. No one had honestly ever instilled even a slight amount of nervousness into Locian, but this person for some reason did. Was it her unknown power? He had never encountered someone who used such a weapon. What was it? No one dared to engage him in straight combat like this. Not willingly anyway. Locian moved to draw his own weapon, but had to quickly dodge an incoming magick attack the woman had casted with quick speed.

But as Locian gained his footing, the woman seemed to rush in with almost blinding speed, her rapier drawn back to thrust. The end of her sword clipped Locian in the side, ripping into his skin like butter. She followed her first attack with an upward swing, connecting the first to the next strike across Locian’s chest. It was just a graze of her sword, but being striked like this caused the man to become angry very quickly. With fire in his eyes the man quickly drew his own sword, clashing it with the next incoming attack the woman was sending his way. 

It was then that Locian saw her face. Lack of most emotion. Fire and anger burning in her sky blue eyes. She was strong. Very strong. She was beginning to push Locian backwards in their clash, his leather boots sliding slowly in the snow underneath him. The woman was giving him no chance to retaliate. She knew how deadly Locian could be if given the chance and she wanted to end this encounter as quick as possible.

 “ENOUGH!!!”

 Locian yelled out, his hands glowing with an orange glow. Fire began to flow from his hand up the blade of his sword, the elezen woman could feel the intense heat radiating from it. Locian pushed the woman backwards with a good push of his sword, the flames lashing out almost hitting her as she slid in the snow.

“I see that you are more powerful then I gave you credit for. No one has pushed me like this in quite some time. But you walked into your own death sentence.”

Locian was about to cast something he had only used once, and that was on his magick teacher. It was the killing attack. Death Flare. As Locian began to charge the attack, the elezen woman just stood there, watching him.

“My husband was the man who taught you everything you know. Theordric Cylin. A hardworking, gentle hearted man that you took away because you wanted to prove you were better. Theordric and Nathaniel taught you most things, but not everything. You are still lacking in one field of magick.”

The woman brought her arms up, hands open, palms up. Blue glowing swords appeared behind her almost in a fan like formation. “Whether you live from this, or die, you will learn the punishment for taking a life that wasn’t yours to take. And if you live, your life will be taken by the one who holds what you seek.” As the woman finished her words, the swords quickly flew into the air towards Locian. This caused the man to stop his casting charge and create a barrier in front of himself with his hands up. The swords pierced into the barrier one by one, but when the final sword hit, it shattered the barrier, slicing into Locian’s side.

The hit made the man drop his sword to the ground, his hand moving to his side as he knelt down. No one had ever made him bleed. He looked down at his blood covered hand then glared up at the woman who stared down at him.

“Remember this feeling. Remember how the blood that drips from your body, stains the pureness of the snow beneath you. This is but a fraction of what my husband felt when you killed him. I wish I could kill you right here, right now. But I will not. I will not be the one to end your life, no that will not be me. It will be the one you hate. The man who has been filling your black heart with anger and hatred. He will be the one to end you and finally obtain revenge for what you have done.”

The woman turned around, reconnecting the crystal to the end of her sword. “Lady Adriah Cylin...remember that name.” The woman walked away until one could not see her anymore in the falling snow….

[lociansurliant]

“Why do I have trouble with these memories? A man like me who has done so much in my time should not hesitate to return to how things were and yet, I cannot seem to push past the dark fiery memories in which I remember as if they were happening right in front of me all over again. The flames, the smell of burning flesh mixed with the screams of young and old. They haunt me every single day. While I had no problem killing for what I wanted, I had morals. Morals that I never broke but watched my body break those morals without me being able to do anything. Why am I having such trouble? Why?”

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A Tragic End, Start of Terror

( music ) “You always were one of secrecy..not even I could have anticipated this from you Miss Arkwright, but that just goes to show that I am a little rusty when it comes to knowing things but no matter. I now see what the note meant. A pity it ended in such a tragic way…”

The Elezen stood on the cliff side that overlooked Lower La Noscea, watching the battle that was taking place between a friend and the Free Company whom she sought to destroy. He spotted the one and only one he wished he could kill, but he knew from the start the plan Mne had going was going to fail. He could feel it. The fact the group was able to take down such a large beast like that Chimera was the beginning of the end for the woman.

As the battle ended, so did Mne’s life. He watched as the Miqo’te male crushed the woman with blocks of ice. Normally Locian was not the type to be affected by ones death, but he had to turn away as the ice crushed her body to death instantly. His expression shifted from the normal to one of slight sadness. He grew fond of the woman over the small period of time they had known each other, even if it was just mere talking of dark magic and such. He watched as the Miqo’te dug for her body, finding her at last and held her lifeless corpse in his arms. All he could do was stand there and watch. “Oh Mne…” A light breath of sadness left his lips, he turned away from the scene, eyes closed. His hands clenched together, dispersing a light flame that began to grow in his fingers.

“Don’t worry my dear Arkwright..I will continue it. Whether or not they all perish or just him.”

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Everything...

Just a few days. A few days was all it would take to get from his home in the Forelands to the Great Gubal Library. Nathaniel needed to try and find some books for Melisande’s Black Mage training. It also didn’t hurt to have a few new books for himself as well. After having been married to the Raen, Nathaniel trusted Melisande by herself at home, knowing she wouldn’t attempt any sort of magic without him there or his word.

Nathaniel was walking down the path when suddenly he was knocked back by a decent sized explosion near him. Dust filled the air as well as smoke, making it hard to see who or what caused the blast. Nathaniel was on the ground, a hand rose to keep the moving dust and winds from his face to try and see. Slowly he picked himself up, the smoke clearing slowly. Flames latched to the ground, burning small patches of grass around them. Those violet eyes searched around for a person or beast who would cause such an explosion, only to look up and see a tall figure standing on a high cliff top. Dressed in black with a few pieces of armor attached to his garments was an old student of the man, an Elezen with a sinful smirk on his lips. Crimson red eyes that could pierce the soul of any mortal being.

“This is where you end….Master.”

Nathaniel glared up at the man, his hands clenching into tight fists. He knew this day would come. Locian was nothing but trouble from the start. Many times before had they butt heads, gotten into small fights. Locian made threats to Nathaniel and Theordric, but never acted on them. It figured when Nathaniel was alone Locian would act. “What do you think you’re doing Locian? If this is your idea of showing off things you’ve learned you have a sick sense of humor. Then again, look who I am talking to. Stop this madness before you get yourself hurt.” The Hyur sternly spoke, glaring up at the Elezen.

Locian let out a chuckle from his throat, raising both of his hands to his sides. “Truthfully your sense of humor is the one in question. Me get myself hurt? Clearly your brain is as fogged as ever. It’s been two years since we last saw one another. You know nothing of what knowledge and strength I’ve gained in that time frame. I know for a fact all you’ve been doing is teaching and playing house with your new little scaled wife. She is a pretty one...I would know.”

Nathaniel’s eyes widened at the final words Locian spoke. A man such as this speaking of the one he loved so dearly fueled the fire within him. He knew not if the Elezen had threatened Melisande while he had been away for just a day. Those violet eyes began to glow with a mixture of elemental power. One could see purple, red, icy blue. The inner anger the man felt was tipping over. This Elezen had pushed Nathaniel time and time again. And now it was beginning to show. “If you touched Melisande I will never forgive you, Locian. I swear I will burn your body so nothing will be allowed into the Lifestream!”

Nathaniel wore different pieces of stones on his wrists. Amethyst, rubies, emeralds, sapphires. All which were catalysts for his magic. Carrying a staff was all normal for the man. He rose his right hand in a fist, fingers slowly opening as a fireball began to form. Locian sneered at the man. This was too easy. Playing with Nathaniel’s head was always one of Locian’s favorite things to do. “Teach me oh wise master of mine! Teach of that which I supposedly lack under you.”

With a flick of Nathaniel’s wrist, a medium sized flame was sent hurling at Locian who quickly casted the same spell, both fire attacks canceling one another out. Nathaniel growled lowly, Locian still smirking at the man.

“I must be careful. If I use too many spells without my staff I’m done for. My body can’t handle the amount of aether it takes to use what I need to take him out. Not with just these stones. I have to finish this fast.”

Nathaniel was thinking to himself for too long, giving Locian enough time to dash from the rock top. “Not paying attention will only get you killed! Isn’t that what you taught me?” Locian was now wielding a very long sword that almost looked unreal to this world. His speed with the blade was incredible. Nathaniel had barely just enough time to dodge the man’s attacks with the sword.

Swinging from all directions, Locian was toying with the Hyur now, chuckling as he swung his demonic looking sword. “What’s the matter? Did Master Theordric not tell you how I excelled at his teachings too? It was enough to kill him!!” Nathaniel gasped at those words. He knew it. He knew something had happened to the older man. “You killed him?! You bastard!!”

Nathaniel had been drawing in aether as best as he could into the gemstones on his wrists. He could feel his own magick power slowly begin to drain. He’d have to end this quickly or else he’d be the death of himself. Once Nathaniel was far enough away from Locian’s sword attacks, he rose his hands which were glowing a fiery red by this point. “Enough of this! It was a mistake to bring you under me and this is proof, Locian. This is one spell I never taught you, because I knew with an insane mind like yours, it would only do more harm than anything.” With his fingers curled slightly, hands over his head close together, a large flame ball formed between them only to shoot into the sky above.

Suddenly a large meteor began to fall from the sky towards Locian. The Elezen looked up at the large incoming attack, lips parted in slight shock. Nathaniel wasted no time in running away. He also placed a spell on himself that was a protective barrier because he knew the blast from the attack would travel. The meteor hit. Direct. The winds blew heavily as if a hurricane was storming through the lands. Nathaniel covered his face incase anything flew towards him. That attack took everything from him almost. It was a last ditch move he had only used once, but that one time he had a staff to aid him.

It took a decent amount of time for the dust to finally settle. Smoke filled the air from the blast. A large crater where the meteor struck was present now, flames licking the land all around. Slowly Nathaniel walked towards the area of impact. It worked!...Or so he thought. The dust and smoke began to clear even more around the crater. There in the center of the crater stood the Elezen...completely unharmed by the massive attack Nathaniel used. Locian was standing there, a faint glow around his body that began to disappear around his form. Nathaniel stared wide eyed in complete shock.

“They called it Hallowed Ground. A useful trick the paladin’s use in Ul’dah when a life threatening attack is sent their way. That would killed me if I had timed that any closer. Impressive, very impressive. The meteor spell is something Black Mages tend to avoid because of the amount of aether it draws from the body. It can kill the user just as easily as the target. But there is one ability that not even you can comprehend, my dear old master…”

It began to rain. How cliche. The rain poured down on the two, dousing the flames that still burned at the land around them.

“This storm is the perfect backdrop for your death. How fitting.”

Locian’s eyes began to glow brightly, his body lifting from the ground. Behind him the growling face of a wyrm began to show, brighter and brighter over just a few seconds. “Say hello to the old man for me!!” It was then that Locian’s body seemed to jerk back slightly in the air. Nathaniel gasped. He knew this attack but it was too late. A large beam of magic struck down on the Hyur, nothing could be heard but the sound of Nathaniel screaming in pain as the death flare attack struck him, overtaking him....

(music) 

Locian landed to his feet, the death flare spell seeming to work. The smoke and dust cleared..yet there in a very small bubble laying on the ground was Nathaniel. Blood dripping from the side of his lips, breathing heavier than one should. Locian let out a big sigh, slowly walking over to the half dead Hyur. He stood over Nathaniel, looking down at him with curiosity. “Most impressive...nothing usually withstands the spell called ‘Death’ Flare. You are worthy of your title. But no matter…” Locian leaned down to Nathaniel, looking at him straight in the eyes, inches from his face with a large smirk on his lips. “You still lost…” The barely open violet eyes of Nathaniel stared up at the crimson eyes of Locian as he spoke.

Why? Why did this happen? Why was everything being taken away from him by this madman he took under his wing. Oh gods, Melisande...what was going to happen with her? She was everything to him and now..it was all about to disappear. Locian slowly rose up, still looking down at the half dead man. “Like I said before...tell Master Theo I said hello when you see him.” Locian then left Nathaniel to lay there barely clinging to life. It would be over soon. He felt himself drifting into the abyss of the lifestream. All he could do was look up at the darkened sky, the rain hitting his face lightly. Tears dripped down the side of his face, but one couldn’t tell because of the rain. A mixture of blood and water puddling underneath him. 

“M-Melisande...I’m..sorry...I couldn’t protect you like I promised…I love you…”

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“The days are growing near...I can feel it.”

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