((This thread is for Raith's ascension, the events have been fast forwarded slightly to accommodate this))
If it had not been for Valandil's pained, grief stricken call, Raith would never have realised that anything had happened to his mother at all. Silence had immediately turned his gaze from Alairia's position, casting his eyes to the falling, three headed Dragon, that had appeared once more in the sky above the Plains. She had vanished not too long ago, something about feeling a pull of a darker energy, and wishing to head it off at the pass if she could. He had sneered at that, how typical of his mother, how very like her, to sacrifice her life for others in such a 'selfless' fashion. No thought to those she would leave behind, to the father who would lose his wife and his sons all in one fell swoop… no… only to the 'greater good'. It was selfish, not in the way she might recognise it, but it was. And he hated her for it.
And yet… watching her swift descent from the Gate, there was a moment of conflict, as he heard the wails of those who loved his mother - those that had become family… because of Alairia. Curse Kythe, and all that she fucking stood for! He hated her, he loathed her, he always had, that rage had never subsided, not even now he had got to know her… he'd just come to tolerate her… but Alairia saw his mother as family, and she loved her, and he loved Alairia, which meant that he could not abide seeing her upset.
Tucking his wings against his slender, Draconic frame, the angry man dropped swiftly from the sky, all other enemies forgotten for the moment, he had work to do, and it could not wait. The sounds of the battlefield dropped away, his wings flicking out to slow his descent at the last minute, transforming into his Elven form and sprinting through the members of the Nosse to the fallen frame of his mother, who had shifted into her own Elven form moments before she crashed into the ground. He could hear the cries of grief already, could hear the begging and the desperation of those who loved her as they shook her limp frame. He saw all of this through Silence's eyes - had Kiba not died recently as well? He was unsure how much heartache his beloved Ria could take this day, she cared for these people more than he did, even Dae did, though his friend was probably less likely to show concern in the same fashion.
Sliding across the ground, his feet slipping in the blood and bile that covered the ground as he hurried to his mother's side. Even as he reached out to cradle her head in his lap, he snarled at her, his emotions in conflict with one another. "Not today mother," he spat the word at her, sightless eyes fixed upon her face as he put one hand to her chest, over her heart, and the other to the ground beneath them. "If anyone is going to kill you, then it shall be I."
Taking his dagger from his belt he cut the palms of both his hands, concentrating he called upon the innate magic he had inherited from her, focusing on stealing the life force from the earth beneath them rather than the people on the battlefield, and forcing the life he had stolen into his mother's swiftly failing body. Gritting his teeth, he snarled, almost disgusted at himself at the fact that he was saving her. All this time he had wanted to see her dead, and now this? A shudder of revulsion ran down his spine, but he did not stop, continuing to draw life from the ground and give it to his mother - the grass and plants dying around him, in an ever growing circle.
A smirk crossed his face as he felt several enemies cross into his field, dragging their life out from them immediately. Kythe's heartbeat grew stronger, and Raith heard her take a deep inhalation. He waited a moment or two more before he was satisfied, pushing the now revived woman away from his form. "Before you think to thank me, don't bother, thank Alairia for the fact that she loves you," he hissed, pushing himself to his feet, shaking his head and flicking his wings irritably. "Otherwise I would have brought you back merely to kill you here and now."
Raith; God of Wrath and the Heavens, Wrath Incarnate, Commander of the Celestial Fires, The Blind God and The Endless Rage
Raith's God Abilities:1. As his rage increases, so too does his physical strength and the strength of his magic.
2. Able to call upon ‘Celestials’, physical beings from the Stars who will come to his aid, can call up to 10 at a time depending on the size and power they possess
3. Can wield Celestial Fire, essentially the fiery essence of a star, in a raging inferno