Slow drips of blackened water could be heard falling on the hard stone ground, A trail of cold sweat ran down the unconscious man’s face which lay onto the ground where it had pooled for the hours that he had spent there unaware of his surroundings, waking only to the noises of many footsteps, failing to recall both where he was or what had happened prior to him getting here. Looking around there was little to see or hear for that matter, seemingly alone in the middle of a large hall which is almost impossible to see in, lit solely by a few dim candles here and there. The room itself was humid and freezing worsened by the absences of a shirt revealing his bare, pale, refined chest, causing his hairs to stand up on end.
Attempting to get a better look of the room he was in, he tried to stand up only to find himself unable as his legs were bound to the cold hard stone ground with a thick steel chain. Confusion and concern for his wellbeing were the first things on his mind. “who was responsible for this?” he pondered to himself. “Why?, Was this my brother?, Had he decided to take actions against me and my brothers after all this time?” Wanting to get a clear answer as to why he was here, he called out to anyone. “Hello?, Is anyone there?, Where am I?” Continuing to look around at the small window of view he had, before shouting out. “Answer me!”
His questions were swiftly answered by an approaching voice. "Don't try too hard, you won't break out of it, but don't be afraid as we mean you no harm. You're currently in one of the lower levels of Grand Cathedral of Crocus, to be initiated into the Holy Knights should you wish so." The Holy Knights?, How did they hear about him? This was when he started to recall the very last moment he could remember. The memory centred around an individual who introduced himself as Midas claiming to work for the divine. He had intercepted Kon in the Sieghart Mountains just as he was leaving that godforsaken place.
The conflict between the two of them was completely one-sided, Midas without hesitation cut down Kon’s undead beasts as if they were butter to a hot knife when he summoned them, all the while breaking through Kon’s defenses and casting aside even his offensive abilities with a flick of the wrist by sending his sword skyward in a matter of moments forcing him to surrender to the man, just as another had submitted to him days prior. As it appeared Midas rather than taking his life as so he would have thought instead put a sleeping spell upon him before kidnapping the knight, hence why the remainder of his memories from then to now were but a blur, a chaotic assortment of colours, with word and numbers here and there, until he awoke where he now lay.
Returning his focus to the offer to join the ranks within the Holy Knights, The blonde haired necromancer needed several moments to consider the offer, for one he knew little about the Holy Knights only that they served the church instead of the state which didn’t mean much to him at the moment with the Rune Knights having proved to be as incapable as what had been rumored. After many wordless minutes only noted by each drip of water against the ground, he accepted the offer given to him, bending down as if to bow to the voice that spoke to him. “The Rune Knights were never my true calling in life merely a stop-gap measure, perhaps you have a greater cause and drive than them, so yes I will join the Holy Knights and leave the Rune Knights.”
This was not the end of the initiation however as the voice continued, "Very well, we do have a single problem; your magic. There is a method to change it, but the pain is excruciating and chances are that you might even die due to the pain. Do you have enough faith?" The loss of his magic was perhaps the bigger issue with it having been a key component of what made him unique ever since he had begun his journey outside of his families estate. Was this something he was willing to sacrifice? in some ways it was exactly what he wanted. The magic had painted a virtual target on his forehead for any that sought to raise the dead for good, normally a loved one fallen gravely ill before their time or bad, by creating an undead, unstoppable army of zombies. “It seems my capabilities of raising the dead has not gone unnoticed, I can see how this would be an incredible issue for a Holy Knight to have such abilities, therefore yes I will allow you to change my magic, as for faith admittedly I am not a pious man, I am willing to learn the teachings that you follow.”
In his dazed state, he had failed to hear the middle portion of the person’s explanation only that there was a method and whether he had enough faith. Absent to the knowledge of upcoming pain he resigned himself to his own thoughts overhearing another commenting "I told you." as if his decision was predetermined already. The voice itself was familiar to Kon, perhaps it was Midas once more delegated to overseeing the recruitment of him. Before he could start asking questions regarding what the Holy Knights represented and how the process would work, the members seemingly stepped into action immediately and without uttering a single word to one another.
Their footsteps could be heard from him this time, however, creating an audible circle of people all about a meter from him with one of them finally commenting. “Let's not wait any longer in that case." Drawing their hands up into the air, suddenly pain began to course throughout his entire body and a golden ancient magic circle to appear beneath his feet. The pain was unlike anything else he had ever experienced, it was completely foreign to him. Yes, he had cut himself here and there, even broken a few bones in short time as a Rune Knight but this was different. His entire body felt as if it were both on fire but also being thrown into a pool of freezing water. Confused about the pain, he tried to stop the process but it was too late, he had lost the will to talk properly.
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