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Ezriel has a minion!

What remains of the Lost Man

Ezriel
Legacy Name: Ezriel

The

Riftborn Kumos
Owner:

Foxmire

Age: 5 years, 4 weeks

Born: April 22nd, 2019

Adopted: 5 years, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: April 22nd, 2019

Statistics

Level: 8
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

THE STARS SHINE THEIR BRIGHTEST WHEN THE NIGHT IS AT ITS DARKEST

The Beginning

The darkness likes to hide. It doesn’t want you to know it. It doesn’t want you see into that black abyss beyond the reaches of light and to discover what lurks there. Darkness is a bit of a loner you see. Only once in a thousand generations does it reach out to another soul and make itself known.

The sirens were blaring, and my hands were clutching even tighter over my ears, fingers curling so desperately against the thick tufts of hair there that my nails dug into skin. I glanced up as three officers of the military unit jogged by, their plasma shotguns loaded and ready to be aimed at anything that didn’t belong on our ship.

“You said aliens weren’t real!” Silas whimpered as his large eyes tracked the troopers and he pushed his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose. He admired them too much. He had wanted to be a trooper on a ship since he was nine, but…. he didn’t exactly have the build for it. Or the drive.

So instead of military men we were scientist boys. Interns was really the correct term for it. One of four chosen academic types from around the world chosen for this outer-space expedition. We had been told it was the chance of a lifetime; but right now it felt like it would kill us.

I had barely picked out Silas’s voice, reading what I could from his lips to understand him without removing my hands from my ears. The sirens were deafening. “They aren’t.” I snapped back. “Someone probably just forgot to seal the toilet before flushing…. Again.” I joked, but this seemed much more serious than the other times that accident had happened. My eyes flitted back up as someone very official looking followed another escort of military-clad robots. I didn’t know who she was, but she must have been important.

The ship shook violently, making me forget about the important whoever-it-was. Instead I was occupied with finding my footing again and helping Silas keep his and not tumble into me. The lights were flickering now, the sirens still blaring, and a stern voice crackled over the broken intercom system.

“Units one through three, return to your dorms and await further instruction. Units four through six, report to your commanding officers for further instructions.”

Silas was still steadying himself, his fingers holding the rim of his glasses to keep them in place. “They’re sending unit 3 to their dorms? Must be serious...” He wasn’t really asking anyone, but he had a habit of thinking out loud.

I shrugged, though it was getting harder to seem calm. “I’m sure everything’s fine. We just have to follow orders.” I know he didn’t like that idea. We were housed in separate dorms, and I could tell I was a great factor in his not panicing. I tossed him a crooked smile. “I’ll meet you in the cafeteria for dinner, okay?” He nodded and awkwardly patted my shoulder.

“Stay safe.” It seemed a bit odd to say, but his tone was low and even and I knew he meant it.

I shrugged him off. “Yeah, course.” I tried to laugh it off, but it came across more dry than I had hoped. “Get on with ya!” I playfully kicked a foot towards him, and watched him turn and jog - or Silas’s version of a jog- to his dorm.

I was about halfway across the hull of the ship. Two more turns and I’d be at my dorm when the whole thing gave another violent shutter and corridor I was turning down went dark. My pulse was racing now; mostly from the jog back to my room, but I deny the adrenaline was beginning to course through my system. This was the fourth time the entire ship had felt like the inside of a clothes dryer, and last time it had taken a while for the lights to come back on. More and more troopers in their robotic-looking armor were piling through the hallways, all armed and all heading in the same direction. More messages had flooded over the intercom, but the system was beyond deciphering the broken words now.

I was in the dark, feeling blindly against the wall for my next turn. Warm steel plating glided under my fingertips, until it was replaced by something else. But what I felt was not the empty space of a corridor that would lead me to my room. It was cold and slick and felt too much like the slugs and worms I used to play with behind my grandpa’s old sheds when I was a boy.

My heart skipped a beat and the lights flickered and I saw a flash of something dark. Something demonic. Then darkness took us again.

But I could feel it’s breath. It wasn’t warm like a living thing, but like an icy wind curling over my cheeks and down my neck. It was so close. So close, and I couldn’t move.

It chirped a high pitched sound into my ear. All I could hear was the sharp, short whine of steel against steel on repeat. Of a high-frequency playback of nails on a chalkboard.

A chill ran down my spine and I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn’t see already, but there was something comforting about closing my eyes. The darkness was no longer created by whatever creature was standing so close to me right now. It was my own darkness. My choice to not see.

But I could still hear. And as I listened, that high series of screeches and chirps slowly felt familiar. I stood there for what seemed a millennia, listening to this demon. As I listened, I understood. As I understood, I learned. He told me all of his secrets. From the beginning of the cosmos and all the vileness of man he had seen. He told me he had been waiting. Waiting and watching. He told me his patience was done.

And when I opened my eyes, I could see him.Not as the nightmarish shape of blood and muscle and mucus and teeth and claws. But as something ancient. Something powerful. I touched his cheek, the cold now feeling familiar and comforting. As if I had spent lifetimes with him, and I chuckled.

“Hello darkness. My old friend.”

And he grinned.

Bio

Name|| Forgotten
Species|| Kumos
Gender|| Male
Age|| 18
Pessimistic || Sarcastic || kindhearted

If you're lucky this is the Ezriol you will meet. He appears as a small fox with faint star patterns across his soft, blackberry-colored fur. Two small horns encase a rather awkwardly-large gem lodged into the center of his skull. A few extra eyes that are not where they belong, but seem permanently shut and harmless dot his shoulders and hips. The eyes that are where they are supposed to be, however, seem completely white. How odd.

Name|| Ezriol
Species|| Rift Demon
Gender|| Non-binary
Age|| Ageless
Violent || Temperamental || Distant

But some aren't as lucky as others, and you may come across another, altogether much more unpleasant form of the once cute fox. The eyes which seemed closed forever are open now, revealing fiery orbs that seem to stare straight into you. His once white eyes have taken on an ominous glow and the gem on his head has begun to bubble and wisp with some sort of unworldly essence.