TehBlaxxorMember Since 24 May 2015
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And as he rose from his rusty iron throne he had been sitting on for the past decades, he started looking at his hands. What was that? Why was he there? How long had it been? So he took his shiny-as-ever ardite blade, and putting his old crown on, he walked forward to the exit of his throne room. The two doors enforced with gold could barely be moved and now looked scorched, rustic, old. Rising his sword, he mumbles.. "Rhaedus exopulsoe!" and his body starts shining, his armor starts glowing, his eyes become ruby, his hair is now longer and his will is of fire. Just a quick slash was enough for Skeletar to cut the doors into two, making for an easy way out. But what he did not expect was to see a burned-down village which previously belonged to his people, his family, his friends, his servants, a city which previously meant his life. Why was he alive? Did the archangel gem protect him from the bad? No... this didn't seem like mere destruction, but more of a rampage. Filled with anger, the old king now became an avenger, a vigilante, a legend searching for vendetta. His eyes were filled with despair, anger and disrespect. He wished to die deep inside, but his will of fire kept him strong and against his wishes. He wanted to see the person who ruined everything dead. He wanted to see him suffer. He wanted to see him die multiple times in front of him. Otherwise, his will would not be stopped. Patiently, he starts walking down the path of burned trees, skeletons, pierced armor and dead grass. Headed to the Venta Castle, nothing could stop him now, as he was immortal, undead, as he was... a god.
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