He stared gallantly into the boy that embodied complete mystery. Nothing of him was known to Nemesis- not his identity, the words he spoken earlier or his intentions. So far, he had joined the game at a great disadvantage, although the same could likely be said from the opposing side as well. Still, it did nothing to soothe his thoughts but at the same time, he felt a rush of excitement in this whirlwind of emotions as the stranger sat down. Within that moment, something was on the verge of happening. It was like that of a peaceful calmness around before a terrible storm whipped up the next. Perhaps that analogy was a little too true for the sky's tone changed and soon everything all around had as well. His eyes shot out to the rest of the world as it was undertaken by this phenomenon. What had happened? They eventually fell back to their target and then the game board that laid on the table. Just what had he just accepted? Nemesis knew not of what consequences he had unleashed upon himself, and even worse, he could feel the voice scratching at him as if it was trying to tear itself out from within him. "Oh hush now", he spoke towards the damning thing, but soon he realized that his inner voice was out for all to hear just as if the words slipped from his mouth.
"What is all this, boy?"
A scowling look was shot at his direction before once more looking to the board. Several pieces stood on either side and already had one of his been moved. Was this to reflect his acceptance into this affair? Again, he could feel the voice rumbling, wanting to give him its input but Nemesis ignored it. For him, there was more concern into what this all truly meant. He sat up as the opponent made his move in an extravagant manner and the world among them felt different. And wrong, so wrong. His body wasn't used to these outwardly changes, it felt as though he would would ripped apart from itself and his mind. It did however looked as to the stranger wasn't quite as affected by this, and the two were seemingly brought refreshments though he was hesitate to so much as to touch the cup placed for him. "What sort of madness is this? What…is this boy?" This series of events went beyond the capabilities of mere magic, there was no other possible reason, could there? Words were spoken towards him and as they had, the world shifted as though it had been commanded.
These pieces were bestowed some sort of power over the world, it was something that he hungered to have. Anticipation was building inside of him as he studied the markings of the circles over and over, trying to find what their meanings were. By that time, the contains of the cup sprout out and reached out for him and anything else that was nearby. His hand reached for the it only to be met with it taking a swipe at him before continuing to ascend and branch out. His attention would leave it and watch as the shadows blanketed the area and ice took hold of anything that was enveloped by it. While the boy seemed unfazed, Nemesis could feel the chilling straight down into his bones, his face growing colder by the second. His body started to received icicles, tiny at first, but growing the further this continued. Whatever it had been that was now unleashed onto the realm, this game of theirs would not be so easily taken from him. Leaning forwards, his movements were hindered by the growing ice as it consumed more of his form, from his feet and rising up to his waist but his hand laid upon the piece that resembled a gaping mouth. At first it seemed as though the collective voices became louder for them, but soon it was becoming more distinguished that this set was not from the people around them. Rather, they were all from Nemesis. They grew louder, some mumbling strange and nonsensical phrasings while others yelled them. Such talk was about death, justice, denial, and various other subjects. The ice was closing in on his chest as he pressed on and made the next move. A piece was moved forward right beside his last played one; it was etched with marking of a cloud. As he slid his hand off it, a thick fog expelled from beneath the board and all over the table before draping down onto the ground below. As it grew more dense, the remaining parts of him left intact could feel it licking at his flesh. One could swear that they could feel slimy and cold hands wherever the fog touched them. Nemesis had been reminded of similar sensations whenever his departed father would lay a hand upon him. Over and over, those hands reached and grasped at his shoulders, arms and even his neck and face in the very abusive situation he had to endure over all his life. The ice was taking more of him as time went, but a smile a little too wide came out and reaching over to a following piece, he was once again lashed out by the kaffe. From the looks of it, he could only think that it didn’t want him to play that part. Nemesis reached again, and this time waited for the kaffe to respond and once it made the motion to strike, he took hold of a spoon and dipped inside it; from there he turned it and watched as its liquid form became entangled with the instrument and with his free hand, he moved his next piece. The fog and those invisible hands collapsed and now the environment shifted. The voices faded away into nothing more than echoes and he felt the ice’s comfort starting to take hold of his arms, shoulders and collar. The imagery of dark water pooled around the area, constantly in swaying back and forth in motion, bringing an eerie calmness in the silence. But all was not calm, something was lurking in the water, evident from the bubble surging up from various directions around them.
Nemesis is the Lord of the Daybreak and Nightfall.
God Rules
I.
Formido Tyrannis: The lord is unmatched in the fields of dark and light magics.
II.
Sacrum Lumen: Nemesis' skin contains the essence of pure light of which he can control. His very presence can harmful to those weak against sunlight/light while contact with him can be near fatal.
III.
Timor Comedenti: The god is able to feed on fear psychically within contact.
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