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C louds flooded the earth with rain not too long ago. It
was quiet. Not a soul in sight – or at least, one of this
world.
Parting through thick forest shrubs, a darkly-clad figure
appeared, stooping on a hill, brandishing a shovel. Its fiendish
presence was displaced in this unfamiliar grassland. Eyes like
amethyst admired a nearby cemetery, enamored as if all they
ever needed.
This worn relic plainland was buried within a blanket of
trees, down a slick and treacherous path of mud. No other
business this far from civilization.
Nothing good.
It was keen, trotting graciously in the muck pits, elegant even
in heavy boots. Their strut spelled perceptive, allusive—
aroused, even. The shadow observed their surroudings; not a
single stone left unturned as it glazed over, suspicious and
picky with every inch. Despite being burdened with a need for
perfection, its movements were swift. Common eyes couldn’t
defile the work here; not after all they’ve done. It halted,
absolved under a double-gated archway.
The innards were barren.
Forgotten by time, but their contents survived by legends and
peasants alike.
The hooded anomaly began snooping around. Gloves
disguised their intentions, but telling veins pulsated; hairs rose
from their entitled grip. Careful to savor each moment. He was
no stranger to stealth.
Tranquil as these times had become—seeing an end to a brief
conflict just weeks before—another troublemaker was eager to
kick the hornet’s nest that was the region of Licentia.
She is without peace for long and is beaten tender. Her
mountain ranges wear centuries old scars for the bloodhungry.
They, themselves, share a chorus.
Didn’t work for them up this hill. What makes you so lucky?
Craters litter the land, lifelessness abundant in certain areas.
Yet, some bristling wilds rebel against the cycle’s fate in other
biomes. Lucky them
When this troublemaker assumed all was clear, they pulled
from their cloak an amulet that shared the likeness of a skull.
The shadow admired it with great pleasure.
A grin curled on its face under a telling cowl. The symbol
looked very authentic to actual bone, even holding a worn,
whitish tint. On its forehead, a depiction of a serpent climbed
over the center of its scalp.
Curious as it may be, the figure ceased his advance and
examined it closely, allowed its string chain to dangle with a
liberal hold. But the question remained: what to do with such a
fiendish trinket?
The mysterious item slid back into their cloak pocket.
Unopposed, it proceeded through the gates easily; the lock had
been broken before arriving. Not planned, but welcomed all the
same.
It strolled through the graves, scanning with great
determination. The search produced a grave which appeared
hastily erected with the name Gyone Irensho carved into the
rough-cut tombstone.
The man was a legend in his own field and infamous among
many discrete circles. But why was his final resting place
constructed so … sloppily? Questions for another day.
The figure wasted no time as it began digging. Minutes
passed. Mounds of moist dirt built, and soon the coffin laid
exposed for the taking.
It leapt into the fresh hole.
The silence was sabotaged when suddenly, the coffin flew
high into the night sky as to shine on mortal ability. Reality
shone through, however when the steel-lined box collided on
mushy soil and momentarily dug its way back.
The figure unhinged the locks of the coffin and cooed while it
opened the lid with a lazy lift. It cradled Gyone's body
impossibly, no more taxing than a mother lifting her young.
It lain Gyone on the ground flat as offering to the dampened
grassland.
Gyone burdened himself with long, grey hair and wore a
tattered battle vest—lacking an undershirt, signs of a hurry.
Black steel-toed boots shielded his feet from the elements,
though they stunk of mulch and amend.
The figure, again, pulled the amulet, but this time was no
mere admiration. It was the catalyst: the first piece to set in
motion what their greedy heart desired. Brought on by a violent
snap of its necklace string, divorced now from the amulet.
Hostility ebbed within their whiplash tug.
It rested the amulet on the chest, carefully laying it just above
Gyone’s rib cage. At the slightest touch upon their body, spikes
shot from the object, pierced into flesh like claws of a wild
animal with a puncturing crunch.
The eyes on the amulet began to glow dark purple and
strange, root-like markings engraved themselves into Gyone's
head and left arm. The body was then willed off the ground
with tremendous, otherworldly authority. However, he soon
plummeted to the ground, accompanied by a sonic boom. What
had inhabited him now ceased its tampering of the laws of
physics.
The strange ritual ended as soon as it had begun. Gyone now
laid cold and limp.
The figure checked the body as if expecting movement,
perceptive eyes travelling rapidly. Then it appeared that the
tamperer had been granted their wish. Gyone's hazel-green eyes
sprang open when his lungs caught up; he gasped with an
inhale of deprived breath. The figure could hardly contain his
delight. It gazed into the famed killer’s eyes – with a sly
chuckle.
Gyone slowly propped himself upright, with a groggy daze
about him as though he had been sleeping. Despite the fresh
embalming, he regained a very lively appearance. Not even as
much as a discolored pigment soured his complexion.
The hunter struggled to steady himself, feeling stuck in the
blurry mess of his vision; all blotchy details and muffled
sounds. Unbeknownst to his satisfied benefactor, Gyone was
far from grateful when he spotted what appeared to be a man.
In the blink of an eye, he sprang into action. He forcibly
grabbed the figure by his cloak, strung up to dry.
Adrenaline overclocked his kick-started heart. Gyone’s vision
slowly regained clarity.
"Who are you? … Where the hell am I?" The slender man
said nothing. Gyone conjured a more demanding demeanor as
he yanked him closer. "Where. The. Hell. Am I!?” He could
only barely conceal his gush when they finally met face to face.
"Welcome back to the world of the living, Gyone."
Chapter 1
Arise, Irensho