Unnamed Region
Unknown Time
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In an eerie white room two beings sitting on black couches could be seen engaged in a game of chess.
One dressed in casual relaxation clothes. A Brown T-shirt and cream coloured shorts. And for some reason he had flip flops on his feet.
He possessed long dark hair but his face was distorted weirdly.
His companion was a being whose features where also hidden but by Light. But one could make out her feminine figure.
" Checkmate... I win again ". She said softly as she moved her queen to his expertly isolated King.
" Do you really have to beat me every single time ". The black haired man said. Whining like a child.
" You barged into my domain demanding a rematch.... Excuse me for thinking you would have gotten better ". The being of Light retorted. Obviously amused.
" Yeah yeah whatever.....Haaa....It's starting again huh ". The black haired man said glancing across space and time towards a certain region.
" I guess so....Things are going to get busy now. She replied with a sigh ".
" Well you can always push it on some of the others... That's what I intend to do ". The man said with a shrug as he got up and started walking away.
" Of course....Run along now...but do keep in touch....I've been punished with babysitting you for quite a while ". The Light being said waving at him.
" Like I need a babysitter ". He replied with a scoff then he disappeared in a flourish of grey light.
Now left alone the being of Light pondered silently till she spoke again. More to herself.
" Let the games begin ". She murmured knocking the King over.
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Zenith World Auron
Solterra Region
Divine Kingdom Of Eldoria
Church Of Zephyron
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A young man walked alone down the long corridor of the church, his footsteps muted by centuries-old stone worn smooth by prayer and procession. Tall arches rose overhead like clasped hands frozen in devotion, their shadows stretching and folding with the flicker of candlelight.
Along the walls, saints stared down in flaking frescoes. Eyes dulled by time, mouths forever half-open in silent benediction or warning.
Incense clung to the air, thick and sweet, barely masking the colder scent of damp stone and age. Gold-trimmed icons lined the passage, their splendor dulled beneath soot and reverence, as if even divinity had learned to whisper here.
At the far end of the corridor stood a massive relief of a weeping angel, its marble tears etched so deeply they looked real. The man stopped before it, resting his palm against the chill of the stone. He pressed; not in prayer, but with intent. The wall answered with a low, ancient groan. Stone shifted. A seam appeared. The angel split down the middle, revealing darkness where holiness should have been.
He stepped inside.
The passage spiraled downward, narrow and unadorned, the air growing colder with each step. Gone were the symbols of faith. Here there were only iron railings, exposed pipes, and walls scarred with scratches that were not made by tools. A distant hum crept upward from below. Mechanical, constant, alive. Light bled through grates in the floor ahead, harsh and white, nothing like candle glow.
At the bottom, the corridor opened into a laboratory carved into the earth itself. Steel tables replaced altars. Glass tanks lined the walls, clouded with condensation and something darker. Figures moved behind masks and visors, their voices clipped and clinical, discussing suffering in the language of progress.
One of the scientists. An old man with messy black hair glanced up, startled. "This area is restricted "
The young man smiled faintly, eyes cold. " Even to me ," he said as he stepped into the Light.
He was a good looking young man in full body armour glinting gold. He possessed sharp features and A mane of golden hair ran down his back.
He had heterochromatic eyes. One a cool blue and the other and eerie red.
He slowly raised his left hand, tucking away a stand of loose hair and bringing something to light...a mark behind his palm....a number... Zero.
" My apologies .... ".
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