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01/11/2017 10:29 PM 

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After spending quite sometime being exiled from his race, Androus had finally regained his wings and been restored to full power by the eldest and most powerful of his race, The Watchers. Oh how the enochian fire-bird couldn't feel much more relieved, to be back into the fold. Sure it was a very long journey in getting his memories and powers back. Hell, him and his older brother Napier, literally had to go against the Watcher's council, to achieve all of this. But in the end, it was all worth it and the eldest enochi had finally realized that the events that led to Androus's exile. Wasn't fully the younger fire-bird's fault. In fact, though him and Napier broke every rule of theirs, The Watcher's had finally come to forgive the two brothers and due to what went on, Androus finally gain their full respect and deemed as a true hero. Something that Androus had always tried to prove to them, ever since he was that little fledgling. That had a very hard time, controlling his emotions and powers. More so, then any other known enochi. Being deemed as a runt of the liter. A runt that would never amount to anything. Though no matter how he had managed to show them wrong, over countless and countless times again. As he got older. They, the Watchers never did fully trust him. In fact, they thought he was so weak-minded. That they feared, he would become quickly more suggestable to the ancient virus that had plagued their kind for so long. A virus that could be transmitted very rapidly, by a mere scratch or bite. Only those very rare few, who managed to die from it, were seen as the very lucky ones. Seeing as death was seen as a better outcome, no question. Instead of being reduced, to such a horrendous and tragic fate. A plague that they all simply referred to as The Taint. A sickness that turned an enochi into a darnochi, a walking fire-bird of the living dead. Birds surrounded into black and blue flames, whose main ability was to control the forces of the undead and just overall, cause havoc to the universe. Having no remorse, for innocent lives. Selfish monsters, that deserved to be eliminated at all costs and stopped from spreading the plague even further. If such a thing could truly be avoided. Though Androus showed them all wrong and because of this, he was finally back to where he belonged all along. Something he couldn't fully achieve without the help of his older brother, Napier of course.

So the mischievous fire-bird decided to finally go out and celebrate, the regaining of his eno-status. So to speak. Now that he finally had a little free time, to himself. While his older brother Napier, was busy, helping the Watcher's with something. Something that the Watcher's gave him the option, of going on or not, if Androus so wanted to. But kindly, Androus declined. Which the Watcher's respected fully. Understanding that Androus, just wanted to relax and knew he deserved a huge break. Considering, everything he had just went through. Hell, Napier deserved a huge break too. Seeing as all he did to help Androus gain his full memories and some of his powers. But the older-brother happily asked for another mission to go on. Much to Androus's slight annoyance. Though it didn't come much to a huge surprise to Androus. He knew how much of a hard worker Napier was. Which was why he was seen, as one of the most respected warriors throughout the entire eno-realm. So it didn't really bother him, all that much. Seeing as how much time, he had recently with his brother. He knew that they would meet back up, once the particular mission of his. Was all set and done. Besides, there was things Androus wanted to do. He wanted to go back to the mortal realm and stretch out his wings, so to speak and put some of his powers back into practice. He just hoped, he wasn't too rusty. Since he had been stripped of them, for so long now. He doubted that though. Seeing as his mind was well-focused and just as clear, as it had been way before his exile, had ever taken place. "Ah it's so good to feel whole again," Androus thought to himself as he got off the ground, having been in a knelt and bowed stance. Seeing as he and his big brother had just got done, with a summonce meeting with the Watchers. Which was why he, he was in the center of the Watcher's court room, now. The same area, he had been throughout the many aspects of his life. The same place, where he was ordered to be placed in exile. A place that always did, give him the f***ing creeps. Which caused a deep trickle, to trickle down his human meat suit's spine. Seeming to seep through, to his true flaming-incoperarl essence itself, which caused him to shiver, in the now pitch black room. That seemed to have no floor or a ceiling for that matter. A blank space, that went with no start or no end. Despite the millions, of different size torches,  scattered through out the area. Androus had always found this place, so horrifying especially in this state. Which was why if, he knew he and his race had the capability of being able to sleep. He would be having many nightmares. For years and years to come. So wanting to get out of here, as quickly as possible. Androus didn't hesitate any longer and finally, set himself forth to release himself from this place.
But not before, disguising his human vessel. Seeing as the company he was about to surround himself with. Not that it really mattered, seeing as even if he was in his current human form. Nobody would still know who his true identity was. Along as he didn't reveal any sign of it to anyone there and kept his fiery-wings tucked in and magically sealed from anyone seeing them. Which he had no doubt that he wouldn't be able to do so. Seeing as he had centauries upon centauries worth of experience, of keeping his true self hidden from view. Even from fellow Enochi themselves and far as he knew, not even the Watcher's knew of his alter-ego. He lived. The alter-ego of the Egyptian god Set (or Seth), himself. An identity and form, he had taken as his own. Shortly after, he had taken the life of the original mischievous Set, by an ancient dagger. A dagger, that Androus still had in his grasp, but kept secured some place else for safe keeping. In a pocket dimension, in particular. Where Androus kept a lot of his belongings and personal collection of magical artifacts. A pocket dimension, that only he knew and had access to. A place that could be accessed, no matter where Androus was in the universe. No matter what time period he was in even. Seeing as the pocket dimension, he had assured would exist somewhere else, somewhere outside the fabrics of time and space itself. Oh if only the Watcher's knew of his little secret. They would pitch a fit no doubt. Especially seeing as his alter-ego was part of a pantheon of Egyptian deities. Seeing as all pagan dieties in general, where seen as enemies to all of eno-kind and rightfully so.

Even Androus couldn't stand them, well most of them. Which was why, Androus got such a major thrill in being able to find a way to fool them all, as well as others. Even the most highest of gods, had no idea of the truth, of his little secret. Because if they did, if they knew, that he wasn't the real Set. If they could nearly taste, the smell of fire-bird on his lips. His little witness protection program, as he liked to call it. Would be over and he would be screwed and not in the fun kinky sense of the word either. So as he looked around the empty void, one last time. Making sure there was no watcher or enochi in general in sight, he blinked his eyes a few times as they glowed pure red as he felt a wave of fire glowed through out his face and body, as he felt a sand-storm start to begin, as it gusted around him, lifting him a few feet off the ground. As he felt his body start to burn, he felt the sand storm, pull each and every direction of his human vessel. Causing him to grimace and screech out in pain, which quickly came to transfigure into a voice that was not his own, but to of the Egyptian diety, he was currently transforming into. His body reshaping itself, his clothes and skin changing color, growing taller and better built. It was if, his body was turning into a fiery-sandstorm. Oh wait.. it kind of was.

You would think after all this time of transforming, to take on the identity of his alter-ego. He would get use to the extreme pain, but truth be told, he never could. No matter how hard he tried. Though he knew the pain was worth it, even if only to thrill his own sick and twisted amusement. As he felt himself, be pulled back to the ground. He felt the pain finally start to slow down, the sandstorm quickly dyeing down, into nothingness. His face no longer burning, with Egyptian fire. Which didn't really bother him. In fact it didn't bother him at all. Seeing as he was a being of flames anyways. No, what really brought him great pain was the sandstorm itself. Oh how it always made him feel uneasy and brought forth, such drastic pain.  Pain, he swore one day would serious damage to him or nearly kill him in the process, if not actually kill him. But he thought the later, was just of course, him overreacting. Which he was known to do, quite often. So it wasn't that much of a surprise. As the pain finally drew down, Androus.. er or in this case, "Set" opened his eyes revealing the pupils to be pure red, except for the center which glowed a bright white.

Now built, his skin nice and paleish grey, now standing six-feet tall, the enochi turned egyptian diety couldn't help but let out a low chuckle of amusement. He scratched the back of his now bald head, as he snapped his fingers with his free hand, summoning his long staff to his grasp. In a gust of sand, which gave a slight after effect, of a fiery glow. As he immediately, dug his nails into the handle of the staff. "Time to have some fun!," He snickered in his newfound, low pitch tone of voice. As he held out his hand and flicked it ever so slightly, revealing a swirling portal. "It's show time!" As his voice echoed through out the empty void, he walked through the portal. Before The Watcher's even had the chance to come back and discover the secret, he had been hiding for so long. A secret only his brother knew. Due to all those times, they had both posed as gods together. Gaining human followers throughout the ancient times, just for the hell of it. Shortly after he  had stepped through the portal, he looked behind him and with another quick flip of his wrist, he deactivated the portal and caused it to fade away instantly. As quite a bit of the crowd, supernatural beings, all of various walks of life, shout out of his name. Well the name of the being he was posing as in particular. Flashing a smile, at some as he walked through the area. With his staff, never leaving the ground. As if, he was using it as some sort of cane or walking stick.

This place he was in, was a night club of sorts. Exclusively for beings of the supernatural variety, creatures that were more or less seen as vicious and of the evil verity. Werewolves, vampires, djinns, other pagan gods etc. An area that no Enochi would dare to inhabit or known about for that matter. Besides an enochi like him anyways. He was the only Enochi, that didn't really mind being in the same company as other pagans, or lesser beings that weren't powerful as him. To Androus, it was all part of the role, of Set he was portraying. Who was far more ruthless then he ever could be. Though they did both, have a few similarities. Such as loving to use their abilities to pull tricks on humans and other beings. Which was why Androus had decided, to take him on as a separate identity, in the first place. As well as to keep tabs, on Set's pantheon and other pagan gods. Just in case, they ever talked of anything enochi related. Just in case, they tried to launch an attack on the fire-birds. But much to his surprise, they never did. Sure they talked sh*t, about the enochi from time and time again. But nothing too serious came out of it. Hell, most of them seemed to fear them. As he scratched the chest plate, of his crimson armor. He made his way over to the bar, and flashed a wink at the female bartender. A twenty-year old appearing witch. Who seemed to know exactly what he wanted, due to how many times he had been there and usually ordered the same type of drink. Seeing as she immediately started to pour him a glass and hand the green liquid to him, followed by a seductive wink his way. "Here you go Set," The witch whispered softly, as she set the drink in front of him. Androus simply nodded his head and flashed her a bright smile, as he picked up the glass, with his hand and gave it a few sips, before twirling his rotatable seat, to get a better eye on the dance floor. As the night club's music, pumped through out the entire club. Set found himself, looking from being to being. Trying to find his first victim of the night, that he could use to satisfy his twisted desires. "Now to find the perfect person, to manipulate and trap within one of my pocket worlds." Androus thought to himself, as he roared another devious sounding chuckle. Starting to get a little impatient. Wanting to so badly, to have some fun. so desperate to satisfy the inner trickster that resided from within. But for now, as he waited. He decided to relax as, he tipped his head back, as he swallowed the rest of the drink's contents. Which immediately, refilled itself. Which was always to be expected. Just one of the many perks, why he loved this place. Not to mention, he always got his drinks here, for free. Due to him being seen, as one of the most ancient beings here. Hell, the way he looked really stood out. Especially seeing as he was one of the tallest beings here, if not the tallest. In this space, he truly felt at home. In this place, he truly felt like a full-fledged god. "Now who to pick.."

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12/20/2016 05:22 PM 

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Androus couldn't help but be a little bit mind-boggled about his current mission, at hand. Never in his life time did the ancient firebird deity ever think, that he would ever embark on such an adventure, like he was about to face now. Though he had to admit this mission, was very exciting. Just one he wasn't use to was all. He was traveling to an alternate earth. Which was just one of many possible infinite outcomes. Though he had been to many worlds during his eternal lifetime, including earth itself. Never before had he ever been to an alternate earth, that existed separately from his and his kind's reality. But far as he was concerned, an earth was an earth and with that resided innocent mortal lives that deserved to be saved. The enochi race, as a whole seeing the world and it's human inhabitants as precious lifeforms that deserved to be protected at all costs. As well as any sort of supernatural beings that may also inhabit this world and may need saving in their own right. From being harmed by any dark force that dared lurk their way. Androus was just thankful that he was allowed to embark on such an adventure. He always wanted to know what being on an alternate earth would be like and now he was finally getting that chance. Though that didn't make him forget about the mission at hand. As much as he wanted to go around sight-seeing and see how this new earth was different. He remembered the mission at hand and decided to remain focused and only look around this new earth, when everything was said and done. Before it was too late. With the possibility of evil lurking in every corner of this other earth. Especially the kind of evil he was here to seek out and destroy. An ultimate threat that had plagued his kind for so long. Darnochi. Foul venomous creatures that had once been part of the divine fire-bird race themselves only for them to be tainted in the end. Their flames turning from the traditional enochian ones of yellow and orange, to pitch black and bright blue. Which in itself defied the rules of logic in itself. A being so dark yet so bright at the same time, just didn't make sense. But it was indeed possible. From what Androus and the rest of the enochi had witnessed, for so long.

Androus had lost so many family and friends, from various other clutches over the many many years of his life time. Hell, he had even lost his father Tyleriel to the horrendous plague. Who he had believed to be dead for so long, only to find out recently that wasn't the case at all. Only recently having discovered the horrendous fact, his father had been corrupted and was only an outer-shell of his former self now. That his father wasn't the heart-warming enochi he had once looked up to, the only parent that ever gave a sh*t about him and wanted anything to do with him. Where his other parent, an enochi elder known as a Watcher didn't want anything to do with him and only wanted to bring Androus into the world, to serve their agenda and take orders from the entire Watcher's council. To raise him as a soldier for war. With no affectionate strings attached. Or that's what Androus had always come to believe anyways. In fact Androus had a very bad relationship with his watcher-parent, always getting into fights and whatnot. Androus always some how, always disappointing his watcher parent in some shape or form.  A lot of time, the younger enochi not knowing how or why. But then there were a few times, rare occasions where his watcher-parent had praised him for his hard work and success. But regardless, Androus always come to the realization how he despised his watcher-parent and the rest of the Watchers as a whole. Despite always taking orders from them, but always seeming to find a way to break their rules, whenever it suited him. Being far from being a goody-two shoes and managing to get himself into trouble. Often skipping meetings with the Watchers, to toy with the humans in anyway he could. Despite protecting them and seeing them as precious, Androus did enjoy messing with the humans. In anyway he could. Finding a lot of enjoyment in it all. Hell, one of his favorite things was when he could do was send humans into some sort of pocket dimension. He had created to mess with them. Sending them to many types of worlds and in some cases, into various works of fictional universes such as comics, television shows, movies and even books. Sending humans in such a state, allowed his mind to feel at ease and put his worries at a temporal hault. Only allowing his imaginative mind to be his guide. After all, what was the point in being an immortal being, if he couldn't relax from time to time and use his magical powers for his personal enjoyment and fun? Besides a lot of the humans deserved to be messed with. Especially criminals. He was really doing a great service. Teaching them lessons that they would certainly never forget? So what if in the end, they would be mentally scarred? The earth was filled with humans, who deserved to be punished. Somebody had to do something with them. Why leave it to the professional humans in such power, to handle the things on their lonesome? Besides humans were no match for him or his kind,  it wasn't like he was making things worse or bringing great danger to the entire eno-community. Besides he knew that he wasn't the only Enochi, who messed with humans in such a way. He could name several enochi that did the exact same thing. Including his older brother Napier. In fact him and his brother seemed to be the only ones to get caught. Getting yelled at, time and time again which Androus still didn't see what the big deal was. Seeing as he could name several worse things they could be doing with their magical abilities. Stuff that could bring chaotic consequences to the entire universe and to the fabrics of time and reality itself. It wasn't like Androus and his older brother weren't going to such extremes, such as that. That would be just a big no-no. The two brothers wouldn't dream of it. Androus rather of stuck with his pocket dimensions anyways, they were so much safer and so much more enjoyable. That was for certain. Especially for a mischievous deity like him.

But today obviously wasn't one of those times. He had to stop this Darnochi from wrecking it's havoc on this other earth. Which he had just tracked. Even if it was happening on Christmas Eve, the fire-bird deity was determined, to get this mission done and over with. Especially when it came to facing a Darnochi.  Stepping out of the swirling crimson portal, Androus dusted off his pants and looked back at the swirling portal behind him for a second, before holding out his right arm and making it disappear, by a mere flick of his wrist. Though he had his human vessel that was accompanying his emblazing essence, dressed way too formal for such an occasion. He didn't mind one bit. He felt comfortable, with his grey blazer and candy-cane striped bowtie sticking out. Besides he just loved dressing up. Especially in this human vessel he was in now. It made him feel very very handsome and he would be totally lying, if he ever refused that he ever felt attraction to the human vessel. In fact, it was the main reason why he picked it. Glancing around, he sniffed the air as his sensory powers kicked in. "It's close," Androus mumbled softly, to himself as he straightened out his bowtie and straightened up his grey blazer. As he glanced around, with his pitch black eyes, except for the center which glowed a bright red, with veins surrounding it glowing just as red. Which only lasted a few seconds, quickly turning into a more normal human color, of blue. "Now where is that foul f***er? Ah yes." Androus followed his senses, before his eyes came upon a large home, well more like a manor of some sort. Sensing the godlike being over the living dead, within the home. Which caused him to perk the right eyebrow, of his vessel in the air. In a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Wondering what this Darnochi wanted and why he was inhabiting this manor for. Scratching the back of his traditional red and white santa hat, he didn't hesitate much longer. As he surrounded himself with his fiery essence, as he teleported inside the manor in a swirl of yellow-and orange eno flames.  Causing a large, incoperarl  flaming bird of yellow and orange to errupt within the air, of what appeared to be an attic. Before Androus stepped out of it, causing the large bird fade away, instantly. Though a few traces of the flame remained, as patches of tiny embers still frolicked on various parts of his human skin.  "Your reign ends, as quickly as it begins Darnochi." Androus barked at the hooded black figure that was surrounded in a bright flaming aura of black and blue. As the figure, seemed to be at a pedestal, glancing down at some sort of book. Which Androus could only assume was some sort of powerful magical artifact. To what kind of means, the fire bird had no idea. Never seeing it before in his lifetime, nor knowing for sure what this heartless beast wanted with it. But whatever it was, Androus knew it couldn't be a good thing. As the hooded Darnochi, picked up the book into it's arms. It let out a mischivious chuckle, before it swung it's right arm with ease, causing it to send a telekinetic wave to Androus, before it sent Androus flying across the room. Before Androus really had a chance to use his own powers on the figure. Causing him to land in a pile of boxes. As he bit his bottom lip and slowly helped himself back to his feet, he held out his hand, about to use his own powers to stop the hooded Darnochi. But he was too late. As soon as he was about to do so. The Darn chi disappeared with the book in an engulf of black and blue flames. Leaving a trace of a large incoperarl blue and black flaming bird, for a second before it too disappeared along with it. "Sh*t!" Androus yelled out loudly, not fully realizing that whoever lived in this manor could be home. Rolling his eyes in annoyance. "This is gonna be so much fun.. very peachy. Now I got some sort of mystical book to worry about."

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12/11/2016 06:26 PM 

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Purgatory, a dimension reserved for the essence of supernatural beings of the monstrous variety, when they died.  Created by the Judeo-Christian deity itself. The self-proclaimed one true god, who had originally created the torture void to contain his first creations,  an experiment that had gone, terribly, terribly wrong.  horrendous toxic beasts of the sea. Known as the Leviathans. Who had an undying hunger to destroy everything and everyone in it's path. Luckily, during his long period of living Androus had never had to come face to face with one. Having been wiped out long before, he had ever been hatched from the large blazing eno-egg; let alone even thought of. But he was an well educated divine being. Having heard plenty of stories about the Judeo-Christian deity's first creations, from the leaders of his kind, that called themselves The Watchers, as well as from fellow enochi.  Especially from the one, who he had loved and cherished the most. Such as his older brother Napieriel. Who had taught him everything he needed to know, well about everything. Helping him to master and control his powers from a very young age and help shape him into the enochi warrior, he was to this very day. Having established a close bond, since he was just a newborn fledgling. In fact, Napier was the first face he had ever seen. His big brother having been there with him, every step of the way. Including the very exact moment, he had been hatched. Napier meant everything to Androus. When nobody else believed in him, let alone him believing in himself, Napier was always there, to encourage him and push him through his difficulties. It was because of Napier, he was still around to this very day. Figuring that, The Watchers would have destroyed him long ago. If it wasn't for Napier for always having his back. However he had told his big brother this, time and time again. Only for Napier to try and reassure him, that Androus wasn't giving himself enough credit. But the younger eno-brother knew what he said was true and that his brother was just being modest. If Napier hadn't of been there, when he originally came into his powers. It was hard telling what kind of drastic damage he could of brought, to the realm of their kind, The Eno Realm. If he ever lost control. Hell that was why, all enochi newborns had their powers temporarily taken from them to begin with, either by one of their parents or whichever sibling in the clutch, was responsible in watching them while one of their parents was attending to other duties. In fact it was a written law. A law that no enochi dared to disobey. For the sake of not just their own homeworld but others as well. Especially the planet earth. Seeing it as a sacred land, despite the hatred for the one who created it and his warriors of celestial intent. The Angels.

Not to mention, what they were capable of doing if they dared to have sex in their natural state. A process the mystical fire birds referred to as Mergenic, a process which involved  simply by merging in and out, of each other. In fact, their merging was always believed, to be the most intense version of sex in the existence of the entire universe.  If they ever did it in the mortal world in their true forms, it was believed that it would most likely, be an equivalent of a solar flare striking the earth. Not the kind that just disrupts everything; But the kind that would incinerate the planet and cause a world wide extinction event. Though if their was a larger number and more then two enochi were having sex at the same time, Androus wouldn't put it pass them, that they could literally burn everything and make the world cease to exist. However no enochi ever had such a desire. They loved earth, despite its flaws and hating some of the other supernatural beings that inhabited it. Sticking, to having sex like the humans did.  Doing so by taking on human vessels to be able to walk the earth freely without bringing harm to it and it's inhabitants, as well as to themselves.

Hell, Androus loved earth. It was one of his favorite worlds to inhabit.  Seeming to enjoy it, more then the typical enochi did. In fact, in the past Androus had decided to play the whole god role on countless occasions, usually joined by his big brother Napier. Both of the fire birds having developed quite the god complex. Using their divine status, to gain worshippers and do whatever they wanted with them. Which was usually for sexual acts, in both the godlike beings cases. However they had to be extremely careful and make sure to keep tabs on the humans they had intercourse with, especially with the females. Seeing as they were capable of impregnating them. Which was a big no-no to the entire enochi community. Seeing any off spring between one of them and a human as an abomination. Which was an equivalent how the angels and their creator saw any hybrid between an angel and a human. It was just too unnatural and dangerous. If such an off spring was allowed to live. Which was why Androus rarely allowed the child come to term. Usually taking care of business of the unborn child while they were still in their mother's womb. Always making sure to keep his family line pure as possible. However, he did allow a few children live here and there. Though such occasions were rare. But none of them, were of human decent or anything else that was deemed as a threat. In fact, the last living hybrid he had wasn't dangerous at all and was capable of keeping himself hidden, especially from The Watcher's keen eyes.  His sweet beautiful son Lukasfar, the only hybrid son he had come to love. Despite not seeing him, all that much. A son he had with the norse vanir god of peace, fertility, wealth, rain, summer, and sunshine. Yes Frey the elf god himself. Though he knew if any other watcher or any enochi in general found out, about his child Lukas. He knew the young sixteen year old, could possibly be in extreme danger. Which was why Androus made sure to keep his distance from his son. A secret he swore, he would never allow to get out there and would take to the grave, if his life called for such a tragic fate. He knew how the watcher's council and the other enochi felt about most mystical beings. Especially when it came to those that were powerful enough to claim themselves as gods. There was only one enochi who knew of his son which was his brother Napier.

Who he entrusted with most of his secrets. But even then, not even his brother knew of his son's true paratenge. Just thinking that Lukas was just the off spring of an Enochi and just a typical elf. Hard telling how Napier would act, if he found out who Lukas's other parent really was. But such a thing was far from his worries, as of now. Especially with the current predicament, Androus found himself in. A void he never thought he would ever find himself in. A void he was responsible of sending many breeds of monstrosity into. Yes, he was in the void of purgatory itself. An eerie and cold place, he obviously did not feel like he belonged in. In fact, this place gave him the freakin creeps and rightfully so. This place was hella spooky. Even for an enochi like him. Not to mention, the possibility of coming into contact with a Leviathan. Scared him even more. Which was saying something, because an enochi didn't get scared very easily. But he had every right to be scared, especially since this place weakened his powers. His most major ones, such as freezing the fabrics of time itself seeming to be non-existent. In a place like this. Which made a lot of sense, seeing as who the one who created this space was. "Ugh f***ing hell!," Androus mumbled under his breath as he felt himself respawn, as he came back to life what literally was the millionith time. Being able to recall, each and everytime he had died and came back to life in this place. Since he had first been sent here. Surprisingly to his knowledge which still surprised him to this very moment. As much as this place weakened him, his perfect memory still remained intact. No matter how horrendous, no matter how brutal, he could still recall each and everyway he died. Each one being different then the last. Which in this case, was something he wished he could just forget. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. In fact, it just seemed to weaken him more and more. So he gave up in trying to rid himself of such thoughts, ages ago. What he didn't know, was exactly how much time he had actually spent here. He didn't know how exactly, but time seemed to work differently here, then the eno realm, earth or whatever world he had ever been on for that matter. Whatever it was,  it was surely beyond even his understanding. He couldn't help but be curious, but he didn't dwell on it for too long. Afraid that such a thing alone, would drive him mad. Hell, now that he thought of it perhaps he kind of was. Such a place capable of having such a huge drastic effect on someone.  He had seen it happen before to other's here from time and time again. Though all of those beings were of monstrous decent. Because of this place he had made lots of friends, only to eventually loose them. No matter how innocent they truly were, despite their monstrous origin. Having seen a few buddies, such as a few vampires who didn't seem to be able to control their blood lust and had spent their last twenty years of earth, only feeding off wild animals instead of human beings. Only for them to finally break and attack him. Though Androus didn't blame them, it wasn't fully their fault. Purgatory had that effect on everybody here, well besides him. But even then, he felt like that was only a matter of time. Before he too slipped along with them, in fact with every death he had experienced, he felt like the possibility grow more and more. Oh it was moments like this, the divine fire bird wished for eternal death. Something he had never wished for, until he came to this hellish place. No not hell, something much much worse then that. Hell was more tame then this place, which he could say with one-hundred percent certainty. Seeing as he had been there before.

"God does this place ever stop being so damn f***ing cold!." Androus mumbled to himself as he, bent over slightly as he clutched on to the knees of his human vessel for support, followed by a few hard coughs which made his whole body shake in pain. Causing him to wince and cuss out more in pain, as he coughed blood onto the nearly colorless grass before him. Not talking to anyone in particular. Though he knew after the millionth time of being here, he knew the weather didn't ever get warmer. In fact, in some areas it seemed a lot lot worse. Lightning strikes, and even Tornados. Or so he heard from others, though he had yet to experience one for himself. In this eerie void. Sure from time to time, he could keep himself warmed up, if only temporarily by using the heat from his true essence. But in the end, he would always be cold again. Even if he was in the little base he had created and had come to consider as his new home. Sure the place wasn't much. But it was the only place, he truly felt safe in anymore. Which wasn't really saying much, being in this horrendous f***ing void. Though while he was in this home, he could for the most part keep most intruders away. Though he couldn't always stay in this so called safe haven, for too long. This place was known to bring the worse out of everything in it. He being no different. Though sometimes he was able to fight it, this place like everyone else brought the worst out of him. Making him, no better then the monstrosities that inhabited it. In fact a part of him, felt like he was one of them. A creature that was willing to do whatever was to survive, even if in the end that proved to be pointless. Time and time again. A creature that had an undying hunger for murder and mayhem, a hunger for whatever flesh was brought their way. Which was strange for Androus, since he first developed it after his twentieth time of being slaughtered. Seeing as his race, had no desire for eating in any sorts of means. Which he figured was just one of the many so called perks, of living in purgatory. Though he seemed to be able to fight it more, then most. But even so that wasn't really saying much. Seeing as with every given moment, the hunger proved to be harder and harder to resist. In fact, a huge part of him didn't want to fight it anymore and give into it completely. Which scared him drastically. Not wanting to become this animal he was becoming. He rather die permanently then become a mere outer shell of his former self. Though receiving a permanent death was unheard of here. It simply didn't exist. Seeing as it was one of the many reasons what made purgatory, purgatory. Though Androus had heard of rumors that there was possible ways of escaping this place. In fact, he had recently heard of an artifact hidden somewhere on this on-growing void. Though such as a task wouldn't be easy, even if it was true. Which Androus forced himself to believe, giving himself a very small glimpse of hope. Hope that he hadn't felt for a very long long time. But even then, his hope was slight to none. Or so he thought.

You see, before his last time being slaughtered. Androus was on a little journey through this cold-foggy skied dimension to meet up with a wise old creature that was well gifted in the magical arts both of white and dark extent. Though she had fed off the magic of other beings, Androus couldn't understand how this being could be dangerous. Do to her kindness and short-size. This creature had been nothing but nice to him since they had first met. Even though that moment wasn't exactly that long ago, Androus instantly had considered her a friend. La'Trinda. She didn't feed off his magic, not even once. In fact, she claimed that his gifts were needed to be in him in order to get both of them out of this horrendous place. Claming she too was wrongfully put here. By the same beings that entrapped him here as well. Besides from what she had told him, La'Trinda didn't start feeding off of magic until she arrived here. Only absorbing magic on earth, without harming the victim to those that wanted nothing to do with their magical and supernatural routes. She was a natural cure for a lot of things. Vampirism even or so she said. Androus didn't really know for sure what she was saying was true or not. He had no way to know for sure. But he figured what she said was true, seeing as he trusted her. Especially seeing as they were both sent here by the same being, he really had no reason not to believe her. He just hoped she would of respawned and arrived to her place, by the time he had gotten there. Seeing as they were about to embark on one hell of an adventure. To try and save both their asses. Though he remembered what his new small-wise old friend had said. She had forseen a vision, of not just them going on this adventure but somebody else as well. Though her visions weren't clear on who that individual was per say, or what kind of being they actually were. Just that they had pretty long brown hair, their facial structure being fuzzy and unclear. Or that's how she put it anyways.  Heck, he was wondering if this vision would ever come to pass. He knew how visions worked. Not always clear and ever changing. He knew this because he had received many visions of his own, during his eternal lifespan. But he remained hopeful and wished that this vision would come true, though he didn't know exactly how him and his new friend would actually find this man. Hell the vision wasn't exactly clear. Far as Androus knew, this man whoever he was, might not even be in Purgatory yet.

Not to mention, even if he was. How exactly were they gonna find him? Especially in such a huge place like this, that was ever-growing and always expanding when needed, to fit more prisoners. What he did know, was he was getting awfully hungry for a good kill and perhaps and wash his face, a bit. Being trapped in purgatory and constantly fighting, sure made oneself dirty and boy, was his human vessel dirty. One look alone, one could tell that he had been through so much in here. Wearing a dusty raggedy trench coat, various wholes, tears here and there. But it didn't really bother him that much, after the fiftieth time one got use to it.  Not to mention the various scratch marks, upon his face, by whatever foul creature that had caused them. A few fresh, but most of them having set in for awhile and had developed into scars. It was hard to tell under all the rough exterior was once a handsome face, a face that Androus had grown to love. But could no longer bare the sight of it. Due to the fact every time he looked at it, it reminded him how weak he now was and if there was one thing an infernal warrior like him hated, it was to be humiliated  and forced into such a depressing state. Hell, that could go for all types of warriors in general. After taking a few inhales and exhales, Androus bit his bottom lip and scrunched up his face, as he took his hands off his knees and pushed himself back up. Yelling as he did so, finding it hard to contain the tremendous pain he was feeling. That last battle against those three gargoyle like beings had been so f***ing brutal.  So brutal, he felt like he could still barely walk straight. Not to mention, he could still feel the large open wound, on his right leg, which was clearly visible, do to the large tear in the leg of his jeans. As he started limping towards, the door. He didn't even get half way, when he felt the pain intensify, which caused him to roar even louder. Panting heavily, as he felt his forehead drip with sweat, he knew he still needed to rest. Before heading out, having no choice but to ignore this undying hunger for murder, which would truly never be satisfied while he remained here. At least not for long anyways. He was just thankful that his new friend had taught him a spell, that could keep him magically linked to this base, causing him to always appear in this little hut. After each re spawning. So he could recuperate. Seeing as this was the only thing close to a safe house. He could get. As he limped over the bed, he sat down slowly, as he grinded his teeth, as he rested his head up against the cold stone wall. Closing his eyes, panting heavily. Knowing it would take some time, before his injuries were fully healed. Dreading that fact, seeing as any other circumstances they would heal instantly. Knowing that he wasn't exactly an all powerful Enochi anymore, despite still having all the powers of one. But not being able to use the majority of them, being forced into a deep state of submission. "Man, I f***ing hate this place," Androus mumbled under his breath as he called out to the sky, as he tried to fight through the pain. "Somebody save me, from this nightmare." That when he sensed something, he couldn't tell what but somebody was here. But whatever it was, it was outside these walls. That was when he felt his eyes start to twinkle, was it possible? Could it be that the man that La'Trinda had foreseen? It just had to of been. Things were about to get better, they could leave as soon as he was strong enough and finally put this mission into action, to get the hell out of here, finally.  As a hopeful smile made it's way to his face, Androus decide to make himself known to this being. Though he knew he was taking a risk, he knew he had no other choice. So after coughing another gush of blood on to the bed, this time. He focused one of the few abilities, he could still use and sent a telepathic message to the man. Not exactly sure where he was, but knew he was very very close. Androus could almost taste it. "Hello? Can you hear me? I-I-I.." Androus called out his voice clearly stuttering and trembling in great pain, as he let out a fit of a dozen more hard coughs as he still tried to fight through it all.  "I-I-I I could really use your help. Please I beg of you."

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