A pub, once owned by the Lich of the Nightmares, was currently inhabited by Erebus. The pub itself was not empty, it never was. The many folks in the room throwing down money and the women carrying drinks to all tables. Erebus was amongst a very active room, the scene was something like that of a Saloon. You could say so if you had ever been to Oak... It was a cesspool for scoundrels, admittedly. But long into the three years Eternal Nightmare has come to power, the bandits have either joined in building the city or leaving for greener pastures.
Making Oak the Kingdom of Thieves, almost all but considering itself ready to break away from Fiore — for Eternal Nightmare’s decree. None would know that Eternal Nightmare had amassed Such extremely connected sources that it was almost an entity bigger than the sheer scope of a guild now. It was an empire, and it’s leading body president was standing, dropping a bag of rubies against the table for the finest black liquor he could get his hands on.
His hair was pink, shaved around his ears but now quite long on the top, it fell over him in a uniquely punk way. His cloak and hood, cover his neck, whereas he wore black and navy armor under it. Four arms hung out lazily, almost making him look a demon there amongst the crowd. If one inspected his face they would see black laces of lines decorating him in the language of the Gods.
Erebus was a special human. He was not a Demi-God, he was not a Demon. He was simply in between, and neither alive nor dead because of his cape (which allowed him a special connection to the dead realm). You see Erebus was something like a progenitor for war. One might even say a biblical symbol in the form of a destruction-laden horseman. In truth, he was just a man out for freedom by any means necessary. Erebus was at one point just a rogue, on the run. Then everything changed when he was hunted... He became geared for fight instead of flight, and with Odin’s passing. Was voted the new Guild Master by its current party of warriors and sorcerers alike.
To see him outside of that setting where he was those things, one would truly see the shitbag person Erebus could be. A drunk... he couldn’t lie, he carried a flask everywhere. He was arrogant, a bit domineering. Kind of standoffish and a dick, but impenetrably loyal to a fault. Erebus was the diamond trait ally so long as one didn’t stand in his way— that is. For everyone minus Odin’s killer. That person, Erebus considered his life’s new rival. The power that was gained from her side of the alignment pool, versus his, a desperate streak to the top that sacrificed his mental and his close friends on the way.
Who had Alisa lost, Erebus wondered. Sitting at the bar. “I’ll have another please,” the phantom pushed his empty glass away, turning to look towards the door as he waited on his next drink. “... Something new, for the next I think.” he added as he busted out his smokes and lit one in the room, unapologetically to any near. Not that anyone ever stood anywhere near Erebus, nor said anything.
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