Erebus stood in line, for some reason it felt like some Disney shit in the air. Maybe it was the viewers, the audience in this game. Matter of fact, the bleachers were full of them— rubbishy clothed men and women, the kingdom’s commoners and city’s inhabitants, were all here to witness the show. Erebus moves to the lobby from standing outside the gated entrance. He then signs himself for a fight against the first fighter in the arena.

Erebus holds himself still, and in a poof of white light, he was holding a lightsaber. A powerful weapons that melted through its victim’s with fire-type magical energy. The rogue was geared head to his toe, approaching him was as serious as death. Erebus was a massive threat to national security when armed to the teeth, and recently the death of Odin carried a cloud over Erebus’ in the chest. There would be no smile to console his pupil— Nana.

All that mattered was that she get stronger, build herself up from the ground. So now— she was on her first A-rank mission— a challenge against a noteworthy opponent. Erebus had to leave for his own challenge, but Nana would be left to decide her course of events now.

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There was a grim truth to the way he felt, as if fighting would never see an end. The feelings that motivated him were nothing short of carnal, destructive, raw— perhaps even evil. It was a long road to reach the mantle he was at, world-reknowned, wanted, and not easy to touch. He found those things amusing, how had one rogue— turned his agility into a horrendous weapon. How did one rogue— become friends with a Wizard Lord. How was that rogue going to get revenge for his friend, and would everyone involved remain to be his allies— or was he playing into the same trap that haunted many great warriors of the past.

Erebus was never a King in the Jungle, if anything— he was a Tiger. A mighty creation that swelled within the lands of his brothers, and aided them, but didn’t stir too many pots that others could piss in. He was striped across his body, possessing four magnus appendages that would rip and tear their target to shreds. Pointed teeth, blackened claws, he was more inhuman than some demons and yet— he was a Human. One of the few examples of what humans became when they pursued dark power, signed contracts with crazed Gods, and rushed the government over and over.

He was here now at the pedigree of his lithe, his ultimate offering to the world? His truth. His answer, the one many would surely wish to end him for. Counting his supple graces from the Gods as weakness, and a means to their journey. See— Erebus never wanted to offer himself as an obstacle for other legends to need to tower over, but as his Master’s heir. He was no doubt put in the position to let he’ll break loose. None were more imaginative at that then Erebus himself. He craved the vision. A new world, united under the banners of the guilds. A true Magic Council with no king.

It would be a dream he set his life too now. At least, that was the plan. He needed time to mold his brothers and sisters. Nana for example, had come here to ritualize the kill. She still acted as though he was a dear old friend, and Erebus was a friend. But to view him like normal mortals only meant he was devoid of the respect of a God. Erebus was a God. He knew this to be true. So now he would make that statement.

On his parchment, he challenged a hundred men. The stadium was up in their seats, they had only rarely seen this kind of activity. However, the West knew Erebus. Some fear him, Oak loved him. That was the case of his minor fame to his unholy infamy. Now he stood, summoning different weapons, his lightsaber to his gloved hand, with two daggers hanging in the concealed drape of his clothes. Perhaps that was his plan.

Sneak stabbing? Avoiding? Phasing. Would these tricks be enough for Alisa, a mage who— while he was a Rogue God. Could be considered a mage counterpart? Was he even on the level to tussle with world powers? Erebus bit his bottom lip til blood sped down his face. He inhaled softly at the nose. The rain began to fall which kissed his hooded cowl.

There was never a sight more terrible. The men charged, it was like a football field of soldiers. Erebus then bent at his knees, it was poetic as he blurred from sight, the ground cracking— distorting under the level of strength he truly could exude now. The sound of the crowd’s gasp made the entire arena fall silent. Like a horrible nightmare had just began. Bodies flew hundreds of feet through the air, people being slit in half. There were rivers of blood, and there seemed to be no slowing down. It had taken no longer moment than the time it required either. Erebus lit a black moving ball of smoke around himself; sparing very little the mercy of sight and defense as he raggdolled their corpse and broke bone with the blunt of his daggers and elbows. It was a fascinating sight of a man. It was not the usual kind of display from a mortal, perhaps... He wasn’t mortal at all.

When all the bodies lay lifeless but the few, Erebus walked like the reaper in slow motion. Stabbing the lightsaber into the backside of them, and slashing against their heart region. It was clear, that no one could see his face. His eyes were in tears, there was no one left to console this enigma any longer. This was a case of being alone, in a world so full. This was an example of a Lord, who had risen from the tables of scoundrels. This was a tale for Erebus, about what a busted up criminal could achieve if he could only win— every skirmish, encounter, fight...

“Alisa Vollan, as you all may know. Has vanquished my lord, my liege. Odin Morningstar. I had the thought that— well— maybe we could see the same story unfold together.” He started up. “But no one will ever commit to understanding their nightmares. So allow me to tell you how I am going to understand mine.” Erebus paused. The lightsaber turned off, and the laser dwindled back to it’s handle. With a single burst of smokey fog & light, all of his items were desummoned from his person. “I intend to kill the person who has caused me my nightmares. Or at the very least, I intend to drown them in anxiety, fear, and paranoia. If I can’t defeat her, she will hope that she is always there to defeat me. Because when she can’t, and believe me. The time for that will come. Your entire fucking world will know of it’s Eternal Nightmare.” he spat with toxicity, spitting the blood from his mouth from which it fell.

Erebus exited the battle field— entering the lobby. His entire garments were dyed red in blood. He simply awaited was to happen next and if he need enter the coliseum and show it off again. Surely that had been enough, but Erebus wanted his rumors floating the air. He wanted to poison Hargeon’s beliefs in their Blue Pegasus. This was about making others know his story, feeling his hatred, from thousands of miles away.

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Erebus merely walked with his intents bent on the vengeance he sought. He knew Nana was there but frankly his mind was elsewhere, he simply could not get the idea out of his head about what had happened to Odin. It remained crystal clear to him even now, he would not sleep until he could avenge his friend.

Sure, those pitiful warriors probably didn’t deserve that. Especially if they were training for the Dark Universe Raiders and incursion mobs. However, Erebus was still a student of the craft, even if his pact within made him a monster, he was still just shy of the experience needed to be crowned a God of War. Every day that passed, he needed to be getting better— improving in some kind of productive way. Any one slip-up and it was assured to be an advantage to the Blue Pegasus’ Guildmaster.

“You really don’t have to say sensei, Nana.” Erebus spoke to her as he turned for his things and got ready to leave by scooping his bag. His few bagged items, which were nothing more than tools for the adventure out of Oak, were sling over the back like a ruck sack. “Erebus— Teacher— or master, is just fine,” he finally said. Finally turning towards the gates and marching back towards Oak. If Nana followed, Erebus would try to tell her that the honorifics weren’t important to him; he was only a man, simply an older student of the same art form.

“Anyways, let’s collect our pay. You did good out there.” Erebus left a firm assurance that Nana reaching B-rank had not gone unnoticed. He then went back to the quest-giver, having killed all his opponents’ Erebus collected even more bounty on his head, he did however, manage to guarantee himself half a million jewels extra, with cause for the concern. That money would come in handy later.

If Nana needed more help then Erebus was up to quest with her further, however. He was busy, and it would be some time before his personality turned for the more positive. If ever. The Quest has concluded. He returned home.

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[Guild - Level 5 -30% WC]

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