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Post by Sparda on Thu May 03, 2018 9:03 pm

It was a cloudy day in Ridbrad. Cold, windy, definitely not the kind of day one would want to fly around in. Especially when you have become more accustomed to the warmer, more temperate climate in the Pure Land. Hilnadreg Peak was hailed as one of the most sturdy and well guarded forts in the world, home to the best trained knight's guild and some of the strongest knights in existence. It was not just any knight however that this is referring to. No, in fact it is the Knight-Commander of Ridbrad that we are talking about in this particular instance. A lone squire was guarding the upper bridge of the fort on this particular hour. He was being punished for failing to stand at attention when his senior knight entered the room. Today, as it would turn out, was not going to be his day. Looking off into the distance with an exasperated huff, he would ponder on what had made him want to become a knight in the first place. His musings were cut short however, as he noticed something in the distance, approaching fast, from the air. Given that they were now in active war with Ganenmarsh, he took a moment to react as he had several different emotions come into play simultaneously. first shock and surprise, then fear, finally, resolve. Rushing towards the warning bell, he would ring it three times, signalling an attack on the fort. This of course threw all inside the fort into disarray, running to and fro getting into position and what not, when for this lone squire, James, his target came into closer view as he stood, still all alone on the bridge, hiding behind his shield, in a stance that gave away his rank as a squire. The thing he saw appeared to be a man, but it had four white, feathery wings. It couldn't be a Seraph like Sir Beleg was said to be, as they were reported to only have two wings. So he knew not what to make of this being that approached him. But, when it landed and the wings vanished as though they dissolved into golden light, he somehow mustered up the courage to speak. "Halt, y-you are tres-trespassing on Hilna-Hilnadreg P-Peak. St-State your name and b-business." He glared weakly at the pale white haired man, though his glare melted the moment he met the steely, apathetic red eyes of a demon.

Sparda, was not a very happy spirit. There were many reasons for this, including but not limited to his personality, the perceived favoritism of his father, the cold, the clouds, the sun, the weak mortal attempting to exert authority over him. There were many things that put him into a bad mood, as frankly, it was not difficult to put him in a bad mood. But, really, the main target for his ire was his own brother. Not older, not younger, but in fact they had been 'born' at exactly the same instant. It was something that irked him a bit, but more so the fact that his father had given his brother a mortal form and some important job to complete along with his other brother, but held him, their equal, back in the heavens to continue his servitude. Granted, he didn't mind tracking down and hunting lost or fleeting souls, but he HATED being a messenger. Being a messenger, to him, is the worst possible thing to be as you do nothing but take orders, and he did not like taking orders, he was the SON OF NYTOS for his father's sake. But, here he was, not exactly delivering much of a message to his brother, but taking him for a visit to their father. It wouldn't make much sense to his brother, since from what he could gather, he had no recollection of his life before being incarnated, he just knew he was the son of Nytos. So, this would most likely be an unpleasant conversation, not to mention the fact that Sparda was in a bad mood, which would most likely only make matters worse. He grew annoyed at the squire who was beginning to inch closer to him, seemingly gaining some form of impish bravery due to seemingly showing his authority over the being in front of him. Sparda decided he would instead show the squire who was in charge. Releasing his energy as much as he could, enough that it cracked the ground and reduced the brave little squire to his knees, wheezing for air. "You hold no authority here mortal. Bring me the one known as Beleg." was the only thing he deemed necessary to say as he merely waited for his command to be carried out. Though the squire was in no position to move, still struggling to breathe. But, he had no doubt that more men and eventually his brother would arrive to find out what the commotion was about.

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Re: Oh Brother...

Post by Beleg on Thu May 03, 2018 11:12 pm

Fortunately for James, the unbelievable pressure that was weighing down on him lifted itself as a comforting hand rested upon his shoulder. He was young still, and it was as if he were a newborn before a full-fledged knight standing in front of this...monster! Briefly wondering who had rescued him, he looked up as the knight who was currently using his own energy to lift the other's power off from his shoulders. Gasping at the visage before him, he saw the Knight-Commander himself give him a small smile. "It's all right, James. Go on now, and tell Sir Byran that I decided you've learned your lesson."

Watching as the young boy nodded and ran off, the Seraph chuckled slightly before turning to the white-haired man in front of him. "He's a good kid, although he's far too new to be participating in the war. So, who is it that barges into Hilnadreg Peak and insists upon punishing a twelve-year old only doing his duty?"

Admittedly, there was something eerily familiar about the man before him. It was disconcerting, however, that Beleg couldn't remember his face. The Seraph himself, however, kept his own visage agreeable, but there was a certain steel behind his eyes. NO ONE threatened those he had sworn to protect without suffering his...discontent.
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Re: Oh Brother...

Post by Sparda on Sat May 05, 2018 10:23 pm

Sparda removed his pressure the moment he saw the other male approach. He had dark hair and piercing blue eyes, and the slightest divine aura about him. The only reason it stood out was due to the fact Sparda was the only divine being in the area, so anything else would obviously stick out like a sore thumb. The man sent the child back into the barracks and stood in front of him, obviously less effected by the earlier pressure than the youngling. The man questioned him, further adding fuel to his deduction that this is the man in charge of this place, and the one who was presumed to be his brother. "Are you the one they call Beleg? Who claims the title of a son of Nytos?" His voice held an authority not found in the world of mortals, that could only be acquired after many lifetimes serving the very originators of this authoritative tone. The man in front of him looked nothing like either of his brothers. But, as far as he had been told, Alucard had returned to the afterlife, so he didn't expect to find him in the living world. But, the man in front of him was clearly a cut above the other mortals in the area, the twenty or so men behind the one standing in front of him were far weaker feeling than this one. Perhaps his search had ended as soon as it had begun, but the sooner the better for Sparda. He wanted to get this foolish messenger job out of the way.

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Re: Oh Brother...

Post by Beleg on Sat May 05, 2018 10:37 pm

Beleg's amicable appearance shifted to better match the steel behind his eyes at that declaration, shifting Vigilance for better access and casually allowing his raven wings to tear through his back and tunic. The stranger's visage was unsettling, as was the way he spoke, but it held no sway over a man who had commanded armies for three centuries. Loosening his sword in it's scabbard, the knight hesitated before sheathing it once more, instead reaching to his right.

At the Seraph's command, the air began to ripple with golden light before the hilt to a gorgeous weapon pushed it's way into existence, straight into the man's palm. Drawing it, the weapon was revealed to be the same size as the blade at his hip, but had a cylindrical blade sectioned into three parts, the middle turning a different direction from the base and end. It gave off an aura that neither of the two titans could hope to match, as if it were a piece of raw divine power in it's purest form. It was the blade of a king, a god, and in the hands of it's rightful wielder it was virtually unstoppable. It's rightful wielder, of course, being the heir to the throne of it's creator, the Crown Prince of Heaven.

His voice having an edge that wasn't there a moment ago, Beleg spoke up to the man that he wasn't sure he could defeat without his trump card. "I hope to my father that you comprehend the gravity of the situation you are in. Answer my question, now, before I'm forced to obliterate you. Who are you, and why are you looking for me?"
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Re: Oh Brother...

Post by Sparda on Sat May 05, 2018 10:52 pm

Sparda watched as the man seemed to get more serious before two black wings burst into existence on his back and a blade that Sparda hadn't seen in centuries appeared in his hand. That proved who he was beyond the shadow of a doubt. Now that the moment was here, Sparda could't help but feel... something unusual stirring within himself. He hadn't seen his brother for nearly five hundred years, due in part to each of them having different tasks to complete within the afterlife and then partially due to the fact Beleg was sent here. And now, here he was standing before him again, yet now his brother had no idea who he was or about the memories they shared as children. The good memories, or the mostly bad ones on his part. He always felt left out of their families times together, especially when it came to Beleg, as he would be inheriting the heavens, so their father spent a lot of time with Beleg and Alucard was almost exclusively in the Underworld. But, now was not the time for such thoughts. His own wings would materialize behind him, the four, white, feathery appendages would flap once before settling behind him. "I am Sparda, son of Nytos, King of mortals, Ruler of the Earth. I have come to bring you to the Pure world. Our father would like a word with you." He would keep a hard stare at Beleg. He felt he could at least hold his own against the man as he was, but that blade would prove to be more of a hassle than it was worth. But, this was not the time for fighting, but for completing his task. He knew that the only way for Beleg to get to the afterlife and back without dying was through him, so he had to make sure not to fight. It wasn't time for him to die, their father still had plans for him, as he would soon find out.

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Post by Beleg on Sat May 05, 2018 11:03 pm

Letting his wings and blade fade away, the Seraph's eyes widened and then narrowed. It was not, however, in an aggressive manner, but in a manner that bespoke of a migraine, one that passed a moment later. Sparda was not a Seraph, clearly, but if they were brothers as he claimed they were then it would certainly explain the sense of familiarity. Why, then, could he not remember? His best guess was that it was something to do with his birth in the Mortal Realm. He knew that there was a life of his before then, and he knew his purpose, but he'd be damned if he could figure anything out other than that.

Frowning briefly, the man made up his mind. If he wanted the truth, then he'd need to get it himself. "Well then, take me to see Him."
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Post by Sparda on Sat May 05, 2018 11:18 pm

Sparda did not particularly like the demand, his nature going against bringing any mortal into the Pure World, regardless of who they were. But he had his orders and he would be damned if he didn't carry them out... literally. Allowing his wings to dissipate once again into golden particles, he would walk over and touch Beleg's shoulder and just like that, they were gone. When they reappeared, they would be right in the center of the Pure world, at the door to the Divine Cathedral. He would wait a moment before heading in, as bridging a gap as vast as that for one who hadn't done it in a few centuries, and wasn't exactly conscious when he went through it the first time, Beleg would most likely be experiencing severe nausea and motion distortion. It would pass after a couple of minutes of course, but such a leap was very taxing on a mortal body, even if it held back a divine soul. "You will find his throne room through these doors, to the right and up the stairs. You will knock thrice before entering and will bow upon reaching ten paces into the room. Do not speak unless spoken to and try not to dawdle in the halls. When you are finished, I shall be here to take you back to your fortress in the mortal realm." there were a lot of formalities when dealing with royalty and such within the land of the divines. More so than within the mortal world for sure. One wrong move and son of Nytos or not, you would be in for an eternity of suffering. Nytos was a warrior after all and there were structures and such to be held up in a society such as theirs, especially when dealing with the God of gods.
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Post by Beleg on Sun May 06, 2018 12:07 am

The moment that Sparda's hand touched his shoulder, something felt off. Wrong. As the two evaporated into golden light, something in Beleg screamed for release, for escape. It was as if his magical energy were burning it's way out, and his body being torn apart and put back together. Flashes of memory danced in the fires that consumed his brain, laughs shared between carefree brothers, grand balls held within the Divine Cathedral, a loving father that taught him how to hold a blade. The same father, declaring him his heir, and the only being in all the Heavens with authority over the Divine other than himself.

As his body began piecing itself back together one more time, he collapsed and coughed out what must have been half a pint of mortal blood, mixed with swirls of golden ichor. Lifting a hand, he realized that his armor had donned itself in travel, casting aside his mortal vestments. His sword, Vigilance, had been left along with them seemingly at the entrance to Hilnadreg Peak, the Sword of Nytos hanging in it's place on his waist. Standing up, he glimpsed his visage in the mirror.

Along with the fragmented memory he had regained, it seemed as if his appearance had begun changing as well. A single lock of golden hair spiked above his right eye, interrupting the otherwise-uniform black of his mid-length spikes. His right eye had seemed gain a ring of crimson, and as he watched it began to ache and spread throughout the icy blue, while the tuft of gold grew slightly larger before stilling for the moment. It would seem that the longer he was here, the worse this would get, especially since the pain meant that this WASN'T supposed to be happening. Was his mortal form failing?

Listening with half an ear to his brother, Beleg smirked lightly out of sight before replying in a casual tone. "Father must have become far more strict than when I last saw him, for he has never held us to those standards. Perhaps I should be a bit careful, though. Thank you for your assistance, Sparda."

Walking up the steps of his true home, Beleg winced once more as the gold spread even further, and his entire iris burned before settling, the pain easing itself as what he could only assume was his father's influence stopped his body from converting any further. As it stood, however, he wasn't likely to live much more than a year from the risky transportation method. Perhaps it would have worked with anyone else, but his soul and body were too different in origin for such a thing.

Reaching out, he gently pushed open the doors to his father's throne room, walking to within ten steps of the throne before kneeling, as a knight would to his king. Nytos was a kind and just ruler, but he was also as much a warrior as the son bowing his head in deference was. As such, while most dignitaries were required to bow within ten paces of entering the room, Beleg knelt within ten paces of the throne due to his status as heir and his command of the Army of Light.

Frankly, the only reason he was doing this much was because it was clearly official business, considering the courtiers present. If it were just the two of them, or even if it were simply Alucard or Sparda there along with them, Beleg would have given Nytos a tearful embrace. It had been too long. "Father, I have obeyed your summons. What is thy command?"
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Post by Sparda on Sun May 06, 2018 9:02 pm

Nytos sat on his throne, his chin resting on his closed fist. He waited for a very particular arrival today to break through the monotony of his daily meetings. His throne room was large and grandiose, much as you'd expect from one hailed as he was hailed. But, when the doors at the other side of the room opened and Beleg stepped through, a flurry of emotions washed over him. He had felt their arrival of course, and had extended a bit of his own energy to keep his son's form from destroying itself in this environment. Mortal bodies were not built to exist in this plane, he would know, he made them that way. When his son knelt down and addressed him, he would stand from his throne and walk to just in front of Beleg. "Stand my son and embrace me." this was a moment where he would break from protocol and allow his son something he would have been missing for many lifetimes, the direct affection of his father. He had been watching the lives of his sons in the mortal world, subtly guiding them and moving them into the paths he laid out for them. Always wishing he could bring them back to him and enjoy their presence, but he knew their jobs were much too important. If Beleg chose to embrace him, he would return it with a soft smile. Once that was done, he would walk back to his throne and sit, a chair appearing from golden light in front of him, "Come, sit. We have much to discuss. I am sure by now you are aware of your brother, Alucard's passing. In fact, I know you are. So, I will cut past those things and get straight into the things you may not know." He would let out a sigh he hadn't realized he was holding as a table appeared in front of them, the same as the chair had. On the table, appeared three almost holographic images, created from the raw magical energy of Nytos, that depicted the three plains of existence, The Pure World, the Mortal World, and the Underworld. "There are three plains of existence that work together to keep balance in this reality. If one plain is destroyed or changed, it can have terrible consequences on the other two plains. I am currently the keeper of all three plains. Maintaining the balance and maintaining their separation. But, I will not be here forever. Which is why I created my triplet sons. One to rule over each of the three plains when I am gone. Of course, it would be difficult for even I to directly maintain and monitor and control all three plains at once, so I have placed other gods or goddesses in control of the Mortal Plain and the Underworld to manage those while I manage the heavens. On the mortal world, I placed Astolpho and Avicebron. While in the Underworld, it is my brother and sister, Enos and Umbra. Well, that is until Enos left. Within the last few hundred years, my brother has been missing and hiding himself, even from my sight. Working in the mortal world, raising an army. That's why I sent you and Alucard to the Mortal Realm. To aid in keeping the balance." He would look to his son, making sure he was keeping up with all of this information and that he didn't have any questions thus far.
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Post by Beleg on Mon May 07, 2018 7:15 pm

Standing up and pulling his father into a hug that was a long time coming, the knight would steady his breathing so that the various nobles whispering in awe of the return of their prince wouldn't see him tearing up. He'd be damned if he had to worry about a political image here as well as among mortals, but it was still generally a good idea not to cause rumors too often.

Letting the chief god go, he followed him towards the throne and sat down when bid to do so, the nobility wandering out as soon as they seemed to have been dismissed. Watching and listening closely, the Seraph's analytical side would kick in and begin determining the tactics required to kill a god, along with all of the issues therein. There were a few glaring holes, however, and they were ones he was sure that his father had already thought of, but they needed to be addressed regardless.

"My uncle leaving his post is quite disconcerting, and I assume that it is the reason for Alucard's return to the Underworld. Without anyone there who has authority over the souls that remain there, then there would be those who escape back to the Mortal Realm, causing a massive influx of undead at the very least, and in a worst-case scenario there would be a destabilization of the various Planes," Beleg began, making his thoughts as clear and concise as possible. "However, there is another issue. If Enos is in the Mortal Realm with the purpose of raising an army, then he will have to be defeated. It is clear that diplomacy will not work, as he has hidden his actions and himself from even you. I doubt that Alucard would be capable of joining me once more, as his hands are likely filled with attempting to bring order back to Hades and the Black Cathedral. Sparda has his own duties, and I trust your judgement in keeping him out of the upcoming conflict."

Sighing, Beleg would run a hand through his gold-flecked hair briefly before getting to the point. "As I am now, I doubt I could use the full power of the sword you bestowed upon me without shortening my mortal lifespan drastically, or even use more than around 40% of my own strength. Anything above 60% would likely begin to deteriorate my body once more, and I would dare say that activating the Sword's true form more than twice would kill me outright. I have no doubt that I will not live past this war with Ganenmarsh, let alone last until my dearest uncle finally reveals himself. Honestly, even if I were in peak condition, I doubt my mortal form could stand up to Enos' strength."

It was a disturbing thought, to be sure, but it was completely true. Beleg had never lost a battle, but fighting one of the major deities would almost certainly end horrifically for any mortal. The only advantage he would have was the Sword of Nytos, a blade capable of reverting the world and anything within it back to the primordial state of creation, including a god. As it stood, however, Beleg would be unable to pour enough power into the Sword to be able to affect much more than even a minor divine being.

What use was the Warrior of Light if he burned away himself along with the darkness of this world?
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Post by Sparda on Mon May 07, 2018 10:42 pm

Nytos would allow his son to reason the things they had discussed thus far. It was quite obvious he had inherited his fathers tactical mind and that some of that talent was incarnated into his mortal form. He was correct in his assumptions, but he would surely need all of the help he could get in the battle to come and the battle with Enos. "Alucard is the king of the underworld, but the running of the underworld can be handled by my sister, Umbra whilst Alucard aids you in your coming conflicts. The help of both of your brothers will no doubt be invaluable in the coming war. Sparda, is resentful of his family. This is my fault as I have yet to tell him what his role in the grand scheme will be. He has been serving me diligently though in his brothers' absence. When you return to the mortal world, he will return with you with my blessing to begin retaking what is rightfully his. He is to be the king of kings, ruler of the mortal plain, just as you shall be the ruler of the heavens and just as Alucard is the king of Hell. You each will have your part to play, and it is my wish that you help each other achieve these positions and help each other within these positions. When I am gone, you will have no one but yourselves to count on. I want to make sure that you all have a good relationship before I depart." It was somewhat tough to talk about his departure, as he had existed since time began and to think about how now the end of his days were coming to fruition, it was a strange feeling. "As for your issues with your body, It will last you for a while yet, even with unrestrained usage of your power, thanks to my own reconstitution of your mortal form. It should last you another two years at least, maybe a little less if you use too much power." It was hard to tell just how long his influence would last within the mortal world on a mortal body, but he was sure it would be close to that amount. 

With their business concluded, Nytos would allow the table to vanish and would then stand to bid his son farewell. "Go now, complete your first quest. Take Sparda with you and fill him in on what we have discussed here. But, prepare yourself, he is not in the best place in his life. He will need the support of his brothers in the coming months. Alucard will be around eventually, you know how he is." With that, he would watch as his son no doubt made his exit and couldn't help but feel a swelling of pride in his chest for his three children. They would be great leaders some day.
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