The Rogue turned Summoner had a bleached pink hue on his hair, almost blonde if not for that delicate hint, tattoos marked his face all the way down four arms and biceps. His chest and back caked in these markings as well, and black fingertips sharp enough to slit necks seemed to accentuate his otherworldly grace. ‘War God— the dreams and nightmares had told him, his role was to provoke the end of days. So this form, it was his to reap the rewards of.
Erebus Gresham was a monster compared to a mere man now, though to say he was ever normal was an understatement in his legend now. He displayed two arms for all to see, and always kept the others hidden as a level of caution, they were usually crossed or at his side but never visible until combat began. Fortunately for the eyes of the faint hearted, Erebus kept them under his cloak’s draping veil.
Today, he was back at the Church as always, taming spirits. His red eyes scanned a page in his hand, large letters read:
PARTNER: IKANBI.
So upon reaching the Gate, Erebus merely waited in anticipation, eyes peering behind the Church to it’s graveyard until the younger Summoner would arrive.
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