Information

Zavonii
Legacy Name: Zavonii

The

Nightmare Kumos
Owner:

Axiom

Age: 17 years, 8 months, 2 days

Born: August 30th, 2006

Adopted: 17 years, 8 months, 2 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: August 30th, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 126
Strength: 181
Defense: 141
Speed: 129
Health: 258
HP: 255/258
Intelligence: 153
Books Read: 147
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Store Clerk

h1>"He struggled with himself, too. I saw it -- I heard it. I saw the inconceivable mystery of a soul that knew no restraint, no faith, and no fear, yet struggling blindly with itself."

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The afternoon sky was consumed by the rumbling blanket of bleak, The clouds boiled furious above the amassing horde below. They climbed, leapt and slithered from the smoking crater, gurgling and hissing as they emerged and with cries of war they pummeled forth, their screams well traveled on the wind for miles, inviting terror into the hearts of all who heard.

The impossible lay before them, this mismatch of unlikely warriors bonding to sanctify the desecration of the world they homed. Should they fail, He would rise and hope worldwide would be snuffed out.

Cerulean gaze stood out within the surrounding sclera of void, unblinking as he took in the rising masses below. He shifted his weight off of Aterim, the five foot, thick blade he'd wielded for centuries.

"Soul Catcher," His 'comrade' hissed through his teeth, definite impatience adorning his raspy tone.

Zavonii turned to look upon the three he would stand with, Angelic, Deaden and Terminate. Would this shaky alliance triumph, Would it even hold to the end? Maybe. They all shared two things in common. Extraordinary abilities and more importantly, the desire for the worlds continuance, so that they might continue with their personal endeavors, however righteous or cruel they might be.

Angelic as one would presume, was a priestess of the gods, protector of the people from thing such as... himself. How uncomfortable she must be to stand tall with a Soul Catcher. Her named stretched far among Spawn's - the Angel killers, and as demons alike, word traveled. However, her facial expressions had remained content on the cliff-side where they'd come to rise, actually he wasn't sure she'd batted an eye at all, nor said a word. If she had any reservations about the lot, assumptions were the only evidence.

Deaden sat wide-eyed, void - a demon like himself, with a pinprick of white in the center. He reeked with waves of insanity, it coiled, vibrated and pulsed off of his very being and was most thought of to turn on them. His sharpened grin and grating voice were familiar and unpleasant. His strength was as boundless as his cruelty and even Zavonii would stand on the losing side should Deaden decide him a foe.

The last was Terminate and he left little distance between Angelic and himself. Clearly they were a pair, however unlikely it seemed. He looked gangly, unclean and if Zavonii didn't know any better, he'd have taken the guy for mortal. No presence, strength, ability of any sort could he feel. But perhaps... that was the point.

The smell of sulfur and the leaden heat of humidity had finally reached them. Suddenly the ground trembled beneath them and a thundering tearing sound, with an up-rise of black smoke to follow, tore over the landscape, lengthening the gaping slit from which Hell and flame poured.

It was time. Zavonii stepped to the cliffs edge, rubble falling the steep slope down below. A group of the heathens had gathered there clawing their way up, ravenous. The group had no gone undetected, of course intentional. The clank of metal shifted behind him, heavy footsteps. He rose Aterim high, The flames danced in his eyes and all was momentarily silent, serene.

"Faith..." He whispered.

This war would rage. his eyes now green. But this time it was worth saving. His life, her life, even their lives all had purpose. His slitted pupils tightened to a thin line as the roar of his surrounding flooded his ears and mind.

That purpose...

He leapt.

That, after centuries, had breathed new life into the Soul Catcher... That purpose he would relentlessly drive to completion.

Amber his eyes, as violent as the flames below.

Inches away, only inches, the moments during this fall ached for an eternity. And then that eternity ended, Aterim crashed down to split and sever the skull it landed upon. First blood drawn, thick and black. The body ignited violently erupting behind the four, forcing the masses from the cliff-side, moving in a diamond formation. The war had begun.

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Further Credit

Top art piece done by MarisaProfile by Chelsea