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ManaErebus woke by the sound of laughter, outside the Inn, the tavern from which he'd taken residence the night before. People bustled up and down the maze-like streets. For Erebus, hellish trauma had been inflicted upon him, so to have just woken up alive from the abyss was a crazy concept. All he could recall was pain, horror, and loathing. Yet now everything had tamed itself down; and life was in the reality surrounding his figure once more. He wore a dark set of clothes, stripping them from the trunk by the foot of his bed. Killing intent was bled into him, and he could almost taste it, juggling someone's life and death. Nonetheless he shook the evil thoughts from his head, returning to his morning rituals.
"I've been confused before, but this is new." His fingers came to his chin-- with his eyes to the window, the deadman was zoning in between buildings and other notable characteristics in the Asteran Streets below, meanwhile he was perched leaning against the bed frame.
He spoke aloud to himself, offering vocal sound to crack the silence that often plagued his world. Something that felt so foreign and different in this new, odd form? Being able to emit words without screams attached. He sighed then, exhaling oxygen from his nose. Flicking his eyes back open he made way down to the first floor. Reaching the bottom of the Tavern; his irises skimmed the immediate area, no one of interest? Sadly not; it seemed as so, with Erebus shrugged off the news. the mage left out for the world. Footsteps, a reach for the doorknob, and there he was. Under the light of the Earth. When the sun touched his skin, euphoria was the first sensation, the kiss of life. A grin stretching ear to ear grew soon after. As the newly released killer started eyeing the streets up, as if to read signals and peep into the windows of another's life. It was almost sure enough to be something... Ominous.
For now though he had one too many goals to reach, the first and foremost being his resurrection to this plane. Who did it? And why?
"I've been confused before, but this is new." His fingers came to his chin-- with his eyes to the window, the deadman was zoning in between buildings and other notable characteristics in the Asteran Streets below, meanwhile he was perched leaning against the bed frame.
He spoke aloud to himself, offering vocal sound to crack the silence that often plagued his world. Something that felt so foreign and different in this new, odd form? Being able to emit words without screams attached. He sighed then, exhaling oxygen from his nose. Flicking his eyes back open he made way down to the first floor. Reaching the bottom of the Tavern; his irises skimmed the immediate area, no one of interest? Sadly not; it seemed as so, with Erebus shrugged off the news. the mage left out for the world. Footsteps, a reach for the doorknob, and there he was. Under the light of the Earth. When the sun touched his skin, euphoria was the first sensation, the kiss of life. A grin stretching ear to ear grew soon after. As the newly released killer started eyeing the streets up, as if to read signals and peep into the windows of another's life. It was almost sure enough to be something... Ominous.
For now though he had one too many goals to reach, the first and foremost being his resurrection to this plane. Who did it? And why?
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