Author: Sirian, Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2016 8:07 PM, Post Subject: His Return [P][R]

Sirian promptly pulled away, clearly unaffected by her displays and her obvious pleading and stepped away from Kalyani. What if this was just another trick? After all, he still couldn't tell what was real from reality after everything he had experienced in the supposed other land. This was indeed the woman from there and she clearly knew him but what if she was a plant by the Guardians, what if this was all some deeper plot by them to try and break him even further. He couldn't risk it, not again, those bastards had done too much to him as it was.

"Remembering is a subjective thing," he replied coldly.

He stood there letting the smoke cloud him, the flames licking around his form almost seemingly coating him in flames as well. 

"Different worlds, different memories. To me they're all for shit at this point and do me no good. Even all of this," he explained, motioning out toward the death and destruction around them, "Even something seemingly tangible like all of this for all I know could be false, a fabrication." he finished.

He took a deep breath, inhaling some of the smoke from the burning ruins of the village gazing up toward the currently darkened sky.

"Even you, for all I know could be a falsehood at this point. It's strange I know you from memories of another land, a land you very clearly mentioned. But what if all of that was a dream? One I was becoming too aware of? What if this is just another to satiate the beast, to keep him contained. It doesn't matter, real, false, a dream or reality. My one and only mission is the Guardians and the world that dared to produce them. Wherever they are, wherever they're from. Everything they've ever touched will know ruin then… Then they all will die. If this is indeed reality then it begins, if it's just another dream then I shall endure and awaken myself, then I will pull myself into the real reality of it all and then all shall suffer at my hands," the Great Destroyer explained in detail.

The look on his face was sadistic, demonic, fangs bared as he snarled then snapped his head toward Kalyani, that same sadistic grin on his face, head slightly tilted, his true emotions unreadable. Sirian pulled out the S-Saber and it glared to life. Not to it's full size since he was still weakened from tearing the rift but it was still threatening enough and pointed it directly at Kalyani.

"And you had better hope for your sake that whatever role you're truly playing in this, that you're just an innocent victim of happenstance. Otherwise the things I will do to you would make the most hardened vile man puke in disgust," he warned.

With that he straightened his head back to normal, the same sadistic look and fang bearing grin still on his face though, the S-Saber still pointed directly at Kalyani. Never again would anyone, the Guardians, a woman, mortals, no more would the control or dictate him like they had for so long.

Author: Kalyani, Posted: Mon Nov 7, 2016 11:09 PM, Post Subject: His Return [P][R]

Kalyani was exceedingly getting more worried as the moments went on. His temper was beyond control at this point, even if she had the knowledge to do such a thing to him she wouldn’t have. She held up her hands in a defensive position and gave him a smile. “I will as long as you don’t hurt me Sirian.”

She wasn’t quick to approached him but she did  take the same strides as he did. She put her hands on his fists not afraid to get them dirty. Her expression was sad as she looked up at him. “You do remember I can tell.” She needed to tell him and took a breath. “I imagine they will be sending people here to deal with you not that you have ever cared about numbers before.” She gave a smile to him and chuckled.

“We existed in another plane. I never got to tell you this but did you know I was born here? I left with Bryony to explore DaeLuin with her. I didn’t think the void would ever reopen and eat us again. We were sleeping just outside of Willowmoore, do you remember? The campfire couldn’t keep us warm that night. It was oddly so chilly that we were bundled up in furs that you had taken.” Her hands worked their way into his and laced with his stained fingers. “Do you remember that?” She was odd but she knew deep down he wasn’t a torn soul like everyone seen, he was hurting.

“I looked for you as soon as I got here. I got into trouble with a Hag who chased me cause I took her wagon and horse so I could find you. Nothing. Angela said that she couldn’t find you and that most likely you hadn’t gotten through the void yet.” If he squeezed her hands she didn’t notice as she continued. “She couldn’t find you Sirian. A woman of the earth. I didn’t know what to do and I had almost gotten myself killed getting as far as I did. So I’ve been by myself for the time being and that’s when I heard that someone was killing things in the Highlands. Description fit you perfectly. Anymore questions?”

Author: Sirian, Posted: Mon Nov 7, 2016 10:58 PM, Post Subject: His Return [P][R]

The village around him burned, bodies lay piled up at his feet and around the village. So many tried to run, but he only let a couple actually escape. If he killed every last person after all then how would the fear and terror of him spread? Sirian did not discriminate. The elderly, the men, the women, the children, even the village animals and pets all met their ends at his hands and the S-Saber of which the energy beam of his weapon was only half as large as it could be. Since it drew its power from him directly, with him being completely drained, even more so now it just wasn't performing up to standard. That was okay for the Dark Hunter, after he had a chance to rest and properly recover, so would it. Taking a deep breath he took it all in, the heat of the fires around him, the smell of the smoke and the feeling of it in his lungs as he inhaled it. This was truly his element, covered in who knows how many gallons worth of blood after the slaughter had ended. He turned his head and glanced up toward the sky, a sneering smile crossing his lips as a maniacal laugh started to escape. Small at first but it grew and grew till it was nearly echoing out into the surrounding area, his eyes glowing a murderous blood red as he did so.

For the first time in who knows how long he was feeling truly alive once more. He stood there just letting himself take it all in. It was so real, so pure for him. It was also only the beginning. This village, the lives he took here only the first of many. His real prize though, his goal now that he was in the world having escaped the darkness or dimension or whatever it had been he had been trapped in, was the lives of the Guardian's who dared to trap him in the first or second place, and torture him in the case of the former. Their sins against him at this point were too numerous for him to count up, but the important ones ranged from forcing him to kill the one woman he truly loved by forcing her to betray him, drain him of his power, then seal him away, with possible torture now added to that list. As his mind once again reeled with the all too familiar questions he went over time and again over the time he was trapped in the darkness he could feel a presence approaching him. They were either brave or stupid. He deduced probably the latter but a grin crossed his face none the less. It was more blood he could spill, another life to take. Just another outlet for him to use. The Great Destroyer reared his head back and kicked the corpse closest to him in the head with a sickening crunch as the body went flying.

As he turned to face the approaching figure his mind was not prepared for what happened next. A familiar voice calling out his name. Instantly he was having flashes of what he had though was only a dream. Another world, another life around him, remembering traveling with the crazy woman as he considered her named Kalyani. Sirian shook his head, obviously unsure how to take or process it. 

"It couldn't be," he whispered to himself with a low growl.

The Dark Hunter took several steps forward and her form became clear. It really was the same woman from his time trapped inside the dream. Was it really a dream at this point now though? He was having even further doubts, instead of a dream, torture, or even reality, had it just been a premonition? No, that couldn't be right, she spoke to him with familiarity like she had known him once before. Knew his name which would be impossible for anyone in today's age or in the world he found himself in now. This woman had been of another world, how was she also here. None of it was making sense to him and it was annoying him to no end. He found himself clenching his fists tightly, ready to grab the S-Saber if his renewed thirst for blood called for it. He took one step closer to her, his eyes narrowed on the woman, his face showing an obvious snarl.

"Explain yourself!" he demanded non too kindly.

Author: Kalyani, Posted: Mon Nov 7, 2016 10:25 PM, Post Subject: His Return [P][R]

Kalyani had never felt more alone. Maybe it was the fact that she let someone else in after giving up the search for Sirian. The fact it had been Zanar again made her groan as she held Sehr’s reigns. “Come on boy let’s get going from this place. Honestly, what’s the point in waiting anymore?” She reached out and pet the horse’s long hair.

“Run, fire! There’s a monster destroying a village!” The man was screaming off his head and Kalyani leaned in to listen. She did like a good gossip. It was the bits about a man with a description to Sirian that got her a little uneasy. She hadn’t felt Sirian’s presence since the dramatic shift of worlds. Her amber eyes stared at Sehr’s uneasy eyes. 

“We’re going to check it out but I’m not going to let you get close I promise.” It didn’t take long for the hag’s wagon to travel the great distance but by the time she saw the smoke and cindering wood she knew that it was most definitely Sirian. She hid the wagon and made Sehr stay behind. Knowing what she did of Sirian she made sure she wasn’t covered up in a shawl, blanket, or cloak. She was basically the woman he knew.

She approached from a distance and she appeared scared at first. This was their first meeting all over again. She remembered the blood but she also knew the man that was deep down. He had been hurt and he was begging for release. She took a deep breath. “Sirian,” she began to yell as she walked around the broken village. Her black hair was in waves and her outfit was in an even better condition than the last time he had seen her. It was her face that never changed, though. She still stared at him the same way she had before they got lost from each other. “Sirian,” she stopped as she got near him. She stayed far enough away in case she needed to make a run for the wagon. “It’s me Kalyani.” She tried to plead with him.

Author: Sirian, Posted: Mon Nov 7, 2016 10:13 PM, Post Subject: His Return [P][R]

Still the darkness all around him. How long had he truly been here Sirian wasn't sure. In his mind, he remembered finally being free of the Guardian's. That accursed cage that had held him for centuries. He had gotten free from it with help and with his freedom, he started a quest to regain his power, to find and wipe out the rest of the Guardian's that lived, along with many others along his way. During his journey he had met a woman, an obviously mad woman that had decided to travel with him despite knowing his true nature and his infamous reputation. That aspect had intrigued the Great Destroyer and thus he allowed her to live and even travel with him. However, floating in this eternal darkness he was in now he wondered if it had been real, any of it? Or if where he currently was was his true cage and prison the entire time. Had it been real? He had asked himself this question over and over and over again. Either way he had been trapped for centuries, so many now even he had lost count which made it all the more maddening that he didn't know. Perhaps the possible dream he had of being free, was just the Guardians' way of torturing him, trying to break his mind.

A snarl crossed his lips as he realized, their goal was succeeding. That was something he just could not allow. All around him, despite being in utter darkness, just floating through emptiness he could feel their accursed magic's weaving around him. Little did they know though, this entire time he had been floating in the darkness was just him biding his time, waiting to restore the founts of power they had drained from him so long ago. Now he was close, he could feel it. It was only a matter of time now. As his mind continued to race over and over with the same questions he had been asking himself for so long, he could feel his anger start to grow more and more, and with it small bolts of electricity started to arc around his body, a slight purple aura emerging around his form. With a loud demonic roar he threw his arms out at the darkness his wrists turned with the backs of his hands facing other, fingers in a clawed state. He was literally griping the darkness itself. Forcing more of his power into it his yell becoming louder he started to pull his hands apart, as if he were trying to rip the darkness itself in two. Pushing every bit of power he had managed to gather back over the course of time he pulled harder at the darkness till he felt rip, for a brief moment he could feel the waning of the Guardians' magics and a hole appeared in the darkness. His opportunity was brief and with a deep breath he leaped from the darkness through the hole and for the first time in who knows how long in reality, he hit solid ground. The hole to the darkness quickly forced itself close, returning reality to what it should be.

Panting and breathing heavily, squinting his eyes so they could adjust to the light Sirian looked around. This time it was real, this time it wasn't just some dream or possible torture devised by the Guardian's. However, freeing himself like he had left him entirely drained once more, even more so than the Guardians could ever hope to do to him. Forcing a rift between dimensions after all was no easy task, even for one such as the Great Destroyer. It would take some time for him to regain even some of his power but for now, he had a lot of pent up frustration he really needed to vent out. A creepy and vile smile crossed Sirian's lips because he knew exactly how he was going to get his relief. It was time the people of this world remembered or for the first time, learned the name Sirian, the Great Destroyer. That, and he needed to reaffirm for himself this time that it was indeed real despite knowing it was. After last time, he was taking no more chances period. Glancing around the mountains he found himself surrounded by, he started to walk off, albeit slowly from being drained and weakened, but with determination toward what he could discern was a little village, cracking his neck and popping knuckles.