OOC: Even though am soloing this thread, if anyone jumps in, they can RP with me if they want. It had been quite some time since that fateful meeting, that one night changed everything for Seto, on the outside he was still the same Seto most people knew but on the inside, Merkaba invertedly unleashed a monster deep within himself, it was something he had locked away far from himself and now.....now it was free to do whatever it desired. The Darkness enriched him in more ways than anyone could ever hope to understand besides Merkaba herself who understood the darkness better than anyone. With the rupture of such darkness from his body, he sought to understand the darkness as a whole as well as the darkness within his own soul. His desire to seek the darkness took him all over the lands, guided by darkness itself he ventured into places where the darkness was strongest, no mere regular mortal would dare venture he went, touched by the darkness yet he was, deviating the system and proving himself. After countless weeks being guided by the darkness, only when he able to wounded a Greater Deamon before almost being killed by it, did the dark gods take interest in the warrior. During the battle, reading the warrior's soul to be black as the night and as cold as ebony opened their eyes and to see his faith in the darkness and his determination, they saw a potential strong follower. Saving him from death through means he would not understand, the Greater Deamon burst into flames and dissolved into nothingness yet in the pitch of blackness, he did not fear it but embraced it instead, letting it guide him through the perils of the darkness itself. The dark gods sought to challenge him, to see if he could be one of the chosen, he needed to be tested though trials of flesh and blood. As a parting gift, a decaying, eerie voice led him to his destination into the night before guiding the young warrior down a path of blood and flesh, burning and destroying what came in his wake before it guided him to his first true trial. He had been led to the almighty abandoned fortress in the mountains, named after St. Lyeons, an old warrior from past be gones, the abandoned fortress itself was ancient, ages old with it built in a high gothic architectural fashion. No one knew the true reasoning why the fortress was abandoned but officially it was to believed it lost it's strategic value even before the land became a wasteland but to many people, they firmly believed mages summoned deamons which destroyed the fortress and it's inhabitants which could explain it's poor state. Arriving at his destination, Seto donned his ebony samurai like masked helmet before letting himself be guided by the voice, following it through the abandoned and partly destroyed main hail of the keep then down a spiral stairway into the basement which lead to a barred wooden door. Drawing his Odachi with both of his band, Seto performed a vertical strike on the floor boards with all his might, break down what held the door locked those wanting to gain entry. "So this is where the fun begins ehh? So be it.....This place is engulfed in the Darkness...It empowers me...We shall see if the gods can kill me with their so called trial."
The voice took point into the catacombs with Seto closely behind with his Odachi drawn knowing there would danger in such a place built almost entirely out of bones underneath the cathedral. Going down long twirling stairs that seemed like an eternity until he landed into a chamber consisted solely of bones of monsters and deamons, the place reeked of death and corruption. Taking it all in, even though this place was one of the most dangerous places he had ever been in, he never such alive here as if this was where he belonged but he knew the Darkness, the Dark Gods sent him here for a reason and he was going to find out why. The end of the chamber ended with eight different corridors of darkness, he already knew by instinct the tunnels would be endless with a near unlimited amount of doorways, branching off from the main corridors. It would be common sense for the corridors to be guarded by vile creatures of their domain whether be the undead or deamons but he was ready, nothing short of a greater deamon would bring him down, he was sure of himself he wouldn't himself be killed off by something so weak and pathetic. Guided by the voice, he followed down through the corridor all the way to the right, shortly afterward he found himself walking through a corridor of blood with the bodies of the deceased floating at the top. When he reached for the door at the end however, the bodies arose out of the endless stream of blood, becoming the filth one would call a walker or a zombie. Raising his Odachi close to his chest in a guard position, he carefully closed the distance between himself and the horde before bringing down the four feet long blade of his Odachi in a vertical strike before raising his blade quickly using his upper muscles to perform a three hundred and sixty degree attack. Taking out several all at once, he backed off going into a neutral state, going off one by one to save energy, he took his time killing the stragglers. The killing, the blood splattering everywhere and with the endless stream of blood seeped into Seto's mind, it was fantastic here with death, famine, a disease with the darkness just lingering all, he couldn't ask for a better place. With the dead now permanently dead, he moved on, walking down the next corridor then to the next and the next and the next. It felt like an endless maze but it was a paradise for him, knowing he could bathe in the darkness while testing himself to the limit in the name of the dark gods, this was a heaven for people like him. Eventually, the voice grabbed his attention and guided him down one more corridor to a usual door, it made of flesh, something he wasn't expecting but he wasn't afraid or nervous, he was anxious to see what was behind the door. Slamming the door open he stepped through, revealing a large spiral chamber made of different construction, littered with the bones and bodies of the recently deceased with a fainted green mist that covered the air. With a huge crash to the ground, a large greenish deamon(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/cb/39/b0/cb39b0d13164247d6b2259b4b0274cd1.jpg) nearly ten feet tall appeared out of the mist running towards him with an axe big as a man. To the common person, this thing whatever you could call it was an abomination with its greenish pale skin, claws and one could not forget the grotesque wounds found all over its body, bloated with diseases that could most likely kill a man within minutes but to him, this was glorious, another deamon to challenge him his prowess to see if he was worthy in the service of the dark gods. Raising his Odachi in a horizontal defensive position close, we waited near the nearby wall until the deamon was on top of him, Closing the distance, he waited until the perfect moment, performing quick succession of barrel rolls to the right to dodge the attacks of the deamon's axe before it ran right into the wall, making it slightly confused. Using it's confused state to his advantage, recovering from his barrel rolled, he got on his feet quickly dragging his Odachi on the ground until he was where he wanted to strike. Using his upper strength, he pulled Odachi up to perform an upper diagonal strike on the beast before falling back with a barrel roll as the deamon roared in pain. Blood frenzy now with anger fueling it, the Deamon recovered from it's previous and charged again at Seto in a berserk swinging his axe in both directions. Timing at the right time, Seto ran towards the deamon wih his Odachi close to his chest and through an opening in the deamon's swinging, using his running's momentum he slid under the deamon before recovering on the other side in the middle of the chamber as the deamon smashed his head into the wall. He raised his Odachi again in a horizontal offensive position with the blade over his face. This deamon was different from before, despite feeling pain, the wounds he inflicted on the deamon did little, this wasn't going to be easy but then again he wouldn't have come if it was. "Alright Asshole..lets dance....."
OOC: not my finest post lol As it's frenzied increased, The Deamon now sprinted at Seto like a drunken monkey as he swung his crude axe around high in the air like a madman on a mission. With laser like focus and determination, he waited, standing his ground with his Odachi clenched to his chest, waiting.....there! running forward towards the daemon, he performed a barrel roll right beneath the daemon's feet whom at this point didn't even know due to his over frienzied state of mind. Pulling his blade from below his waist, he quickly shot it up, swinging his great blade diagonally at the daemon's feet, ripping into the bastard's rotten flesh, smashing the bones in the flesh form of the deamon as the blade cut through and made its way past the feet and into the air. The beast roared like a dying person screaming but a hundred times worse as it collapsed to the floor without its feet attached. Moving fast not wanting to give the fat bastard any time to recover, Seto walked around the disabled beast and grinned in enjoyment as he raised his blade up, facing the daemon. Using all his strength, he raised it over his head before using it's momentum to rip right into the daemon's right arm, impaling the beast. roaring in pain, Seto pressed hard on his hilt, moving the blade through the arm, ripping it off by force before doing the same to his left arm as well. Seto was going enjoying this far too much as he began cutting up the beast with his Odachi, the only thing he could think of right now was how much fun this challenge was and hoped by sending this idiotic daemon to the pools of oblivion, the dark gods would be impressed with him. "Now burn in hell deamon for a thousand years, you be seeing your friends soon...wuhahhahahaha!" walking his way slowly to the head, he rubbed his blade against the daemon's throat before thrashing the blade into its head many times, Eventually, the flesh gave in as the blade made it's way into the neck, slicing what it touched. After mere seconds of entering, the blade decapitated the head from the daemon's body. Without a clear warning, the body broke apart and disintegrated right before the ebony warrior eye's, leaving no trace of the beast anywhere. With it's death the green mist that floated near the ceiling disappeared as well, it was as if the room was cursed and now the room had been purged of such a curse. On the far side, a new door was revealed, a door with a skeleton head of a person over the moon with the sky black as the void with a bloodied hand print right alongside the moon, to most it would have been terrifying but not to him, for now, the darkness empowered him. As he approached the door, he heard the eerie voice that guided him to this place, it was such a comforting voice to hear after killing something that was a challenge, standing at the door, the voice asked him a question, "What is the color...of night?" Seto simply laughed at the voice's question, he already knew it since the answer was everywhere in this place but then again most people who weren't like him or the witch probably would have never figured it out. Speaking in his vile tongue, he spoke up as he laid his hand on the bloodied handprint. "Sanguine, Servant of the dark." immediately the door slowly opened on its own, revealing a long, ancient path untouched by time or by chaos or the darkness for that matter, as he stepped through the doorway, he heard the eerie voice one last time before it faided away. "Weeelcoommee"
Showing no fear, Seto walked down the mysterious ancient corridor untouched by time, it was truly like this corridor had been stuck in a time loop, spared from the raging of time but it was certainly unexpected and different, really it just raised a bunch of questions in his head but he knew he couldn't worry about something so trivial at the moment, he needed to complete his trial or at least see what was at the end. walking down the path for a few more minutes which felt like a corridor that would never end, Seto eventually found himself at last in one final room, a big room at that with an altar in the middle accompanied by a large, darken statue. This room gave off the vibe of a sacrificial chamber with stained blood everywhere and the remains of hundreds scattered about with their chest burst open with their heart missing, this wasn't a place Seto was particularly fond of. Seto didn't have a problem killing people or seeing large amounts of blood and gore, having seen it long ago but he just wasn't into the destruction or death's of hundreds within reason, even vile and controlled by the darkness, he would rather use and manipulate than destroy and kill for the hell of it. Killing and destroying left too many anomalies behind, the consequences were just simply too unpredictable and dangerous to do recklessly. It was for that reason alone, that even vile Seto was not a blood thirsty warrior without good cause, to never kill unless it serves his purposes well. Seto was different from most people, however, changed by events most wouldn't survive or understand, to understand and accept the darkness, must lock certain human qualities away or for other's their humanity all together to embrace the darkness, it was something unavoidable to those who were the "chosen". Walking up to the Altar, Seto took a seat before the Altar in front and the statue behind him, at first he eyed them individually with the eyes of one who had seen the world for what it was and saw what it did, he saw the horror of war in the past and this place reflected that as well with the rotted away crates, weapons, armor and old furniture, it was a place that didn't make any sense. The corridor leading up to this place was untouched by time yet this room had defiled the laws of physic's itself then it came to him...."Elwora" he muttered to himself, it was obvious now, he was the dark god of war, only he would have a demon like he killed earlier although he didn't still understand why it was bloated with disease, he guessed that was one thing he never understand. Crossing his legs and arms, Seto closed his eyes and clearing his mind, trying to focus on meditating. He sat there in total silence for hours until he the voice of a man. Finally, after everything that had transpired, he was being recognized for his faith and determination to the dark gods. "You there mortal....you dared to break into my fortress, my home, ventured into the catacombs so deep, you walked into the fabrics of darkness itself, killed my Guardian and gained entry to my shrine, my domain for what purpose? Before he would answer, he began going over all that he had seen, heard and done in the last weeks, from his birth into the darkness all the way up to his current situation, He knew he proved himself of his trial of the flesh to the dark gods but he also knew this wasn't the first. "Lord Elwora, I, Seto Kurama was found by your Everchosen where she showed me the true nature of my soul, to be black as ebony itself, to be the darkest of the blackest of nights, After this discovery I gave in to the darkness and I allowed it to take control and guide my actions as I wished to understand and prove myself worthy of being a "chosen" of the darkness. It guided me down a dark path, it guided me to this place for the "Trial of Flesh" where I slaughtered one of your puppets and sent it to the pools of oblivion itself! It's destruction, its death is you're offering, I have spilled blood, pillaged and burn to get here all in the name of the dark war god."
OOC:I got lazy lol If a voice could smile, Seto could tell it was smiling by just the tone of the voice itself then all the sudden he felt his armor touch by nothing, like an invisible hand of sorts. This feeling succeeded in touching the back of Seto's neck when the invisible hand tried to thrust around Seto's neck, he jumped a few feet to make a gap, it was met with laughter as the voice searched his mind for the answers he sought and gazing upon the warrior's soul, revealing a black shard corrupted by the darkness he created long ago, this pleased him greatly. "Aww yes......This pleased me greatly mortal, watching the suffering, the blood being spoiled and the destruction....It was glorious, it empowered me and the darkness I created myself long ago found its way into you. You serve the dark gods in the ways that the Everchosen has, but in order to serve before us in a common cause. You shall have to pass three trials set before you by us, The Trial of the Flesh was the first but it will not be the first. The second will be the Trial of the Spirit followed by the Trial of insight, there is much for a pawn like you to do....You have proven your first step in becoming a true "Chosen" warrior so you will bear my mark, signifying completion of this trial.....Now be gone!" Reaching for the back of his neck with his hand, Seto felt a burning sensation ripping into his skin until he felt a tattoo embedded into his skin. The tattoo or the mark showed a kukri dripping with venom. The deed was done and he passed his first trials in his attempt to show his worth. With his mission completed, it was time to depart this place, only this time he would have no voice to guide him but he wouldn't need it, he was the master of this place now and he sure as hell wouldn't allow anything to get his way for very long.
