#Locian Surlaint

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

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Because of Me, You Live

It had been twice now. Twice the pawn was sent to do the kings dirty work. Yet how could he rebel? The pawn was set in stone at this point, it angered him, but even then, nothing could be done.

“Mephios!”

The Elezen called out, sitting at his desk, a roaring fire in the fireplace behind him. Outside, the sky flashed with streaks of lightning. A storm had been brewing all day, and finally it struck. The door handle turned and in walked the hooded robed man, Mephios. The mysterious figure who had been a whisper in a certain Xaela’s ear, pushing him to let his anger take over.

“You called, Master?” The man said closing the door behind him. Even in the dimly lit room, the man still wore his hood, concealing his face. Locian looked up at Mephios with mismatched eyes, wearing a smile on his lips. “How goes the plan?” The Elezen asked curiously. Mephios stood still, keeping silent for a long moment before speaking.

“The Au ri is a lot stronger willed than expected. He has the sword under lock and key, no matter what words or threats are used, he still does not give it up. He keeps it with him wherever he goes.”

Locian clenched his hand into a fist for a short moment, narrowing those sinister mismatched eyes at the man. “I’ve sent you twice and still no results. You’re beginning to disappoint me, Mephios. I thought I could count on you.” Locian paused, lifting his right hand, palm up and open. “Or does my threat to you…” There in the center of the Elezen’s hand, a small figure appeared in purple flames, a figure of a small woman, an Au ri, resembling a past lover. “Hold no value anymore?” The Elezen snapped his hand closed, dispersing the flames into nothing.

Mephios gasped slightly, under his hood, his eyes widened slightly. “It holds everything to me! If you hurt her, I swear to the gods and all the devils in the void, I’ll-” Mephios was cut off by Locian standing up quickly, his voice overthrowing the man’s. “You’ll do what!? Huh!? You’re nothing without me! The only reason why you are back from the Lifestream, is because I allowed it! I am the reason you breath the air of this wretched world!! The man you hated because I surpassed you. I became better than you, and it angered you that I had gained too much knowledge of the dark magick arts. Well thanks to -my- knowledge...you breath life once again. And if you screw this up...I’ll take it away, and the one soul you bid more worthy than any other in this world…”

Mephios growled deeply, Locian could see his violet eyes dimly glow under that hood. The man threw his right hand in Locian’s direction, sending a medium sized fireball in the Elezen’s direction. Locian stood still, holding his right hand up in front of the fireball. The fire hit his hand, but remained still in the palm of his hand. Locian smirked, letting out a small bit of laughter. Mephios didn’t seem so surprised by this and threw a slightly larger attack at the man with fire. This one caught Locian, exploding along with the first attack. Flames engulfed the Elezen’s figure, but were quickly extinguished all around the room. Mephios gasped out of surprise, seeing that Locian was perfectly fine and he now held a very long slightly curved blade out to his side.

Locian stared at Mephios for a long moment with a sneer, letting out his signature evil chuckle that rumbled in his throat. “My old master, how times have changed. Do you forget? You’ve been dead for many years, allowing me to gain more and more strength as time passed. In more than one form. You can’t kill me, not now. You’re still too weak…”

Mephios stood still but staggered back moments after Locian stopped speaking. His hands moved to cover his face, gasps of pain left his lips as he felt a slicing sting across his face. His hood fell back, revealing his face. Locian had quickly slashed the tip of his blade across Mephio’s face. “You bastard…” Mephios said between pain filled grunts. Locian smirked again, turning the strange looking sword, point down to the ground. “This is the reason why you’ll do what I say, when I say, how I say. That simple cut across your face is childs play, anyone could do such a thing. No, I’ll make you and your loved one suffer, if you fail me again.”

Mephios glared at Locian for a long moment before reaching back to pull his hood over his head, his slightly bloodied hand lowered to his side. He took a deep breath and nodded slowly. “I will not fail.” Mephios then turned away from Locian and walked out, closing the door behind him. Locian gave another short chuckle, the blade of the sword seeming to disappear down to the hilt. “No you won’t. I’ll make sure of it.”

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