Eternity.

 

Name: Aidenn
Age: Five
Race: Kin/Matter/Created
Sex: Male

Type: Stand Alone
Tier: High

Physical: When most people set out to describe a five year old child, the main word that would come to mind is ‘cute’. One could use this word to describe Aidenn, but you would only be scratching the surface of a very deep hole. Aidenn stands at an average three feet, three inches tall, and boasts of a mop of dark colored hair. His hair, often disheveled, hangs like curtains and almost covers the oddity that are his eyes. The eyes we speak of are mercury in color, which has become not so uncommon in the times he’s found himself, but what is uncommon is the fact that his pupils are not circular. Instead of the normality that is found in most creatures, Aidenn’s pupils are in the shape of four-pointed black stars. Around each pupil is another odd occurrence, for orbiting each are four smaller objects in the shapes of stars.

Since his father is not one for style, Aidenn normally wears the same cut of outfit each day. This consists, for the most part, of black. Black slacks with black shoes, a black t-shirt with a black button-up shirt thrown over it, and of course black socks.

Personality: Being only five years of age, Aidenn hasn’t had much of an opportunity to form his own person yet. Even so, as his father is his only companion, he is not one for smiling. He has been raised thus far to be serious and ever mindful of things around him. The only time he has smiled was when something happened the way he wanted it to.

Although… sometimes at night, when he thinks his father sleeps, Aidenn will create things. He does not know rightfully what to call them, only that they are his friends. In this respect he smiles. When daylight comes though, the child is once again a young man.

Powers/Skills/Abilities:

Matter Affinity(8): At the moment of his birth, or creation, Aidenn was imbued with the ability to see and know matter of all known types. This came from his Father, Alec, one of the first known beings of the Multi-Verse to use such power. Unlike his father though, who was given the gift, for Aidenn it has been implanted into the very essence of his genes. In this regard, thus far, he has shown remarkable control over the matter he has been allowed to play with. Unlike those that are able to control and or create matter, the child knows it. At his touch the matter comes to life, almost to a sentient state, and seeks to do whatever it may to make the boy happy. Perhaps it is his power over such things heaped upon his child-like beliefs that have brought about this phenomenon, but the point is that so far Matter responds to Aidenn as it would to its closest friend.

Portals(4): When Aidenn was three years old he was taught how to create a portal. The power to do this is another of his genetic gifts from his father. Thus far the strongest he can create is one that will take him from outside the citadel, to his rooms. He has also, inadvertently, learned that these portals can be used as a weapon. One morning while training in this ability he misjudged his portal opening, and the thin silvery slash of light appeared in the center of a stone bench, neatly slicing it in two. Fearing his father’s wrath though, the boy laid his pudgy hands on the slain bench and watched as the pieces jumped back into place.

Vision(5): The construct of his eyes were always a puzzle for Alec, but from what he has been able to discern so far is that Aidenn has five different pupils, all of them independent. Since the child is able to see Normal Matter and Mirror Matter at the same time, it must be suspected that in the boy’s design it was given to him to be able to see on each spectrum of creation simultaneously. Through Aidenn’s eyes things appear normal, but on a subconscious level his mind separates each individual wave so that the child simply knows what each particle is.

Dagger play (2): Since he was old enough to grip a hilt, which wasn’t that long ago, Aidenn has been working with daggers. If not for the healing done by his father he would be a jigsaw puzzle, but as for all things, it came with time. Now he can stab a dummy made from straw without somehow managing to slice his finger almost in two.

Weapons:

Daggers x 2 (2)

History:

In silence they watched as the last rays of Korunus and Anorkum dipped below the far horizon. Golden light bled out across waves of still water, stretching for miles until it at last caressed the silver shore of sand at their feet. The particles of the twin suns flecked their eyes of silver with gold, reflecting off of unshed tears gathered there.

The man’s arms encircled the body of his companion, gathered her close. His mind brushed softly against the folds of her conscious, caressing with a tenderness that broke her hearts. Her eyes fell from the distant sky and rose to meet his, sharing in his connection, basking in his affection. Without another thought she drifted, floated, to the sandy ground. White dust protested at her arrival, billowing in small puffs as her matter displaced its space. The man sank down to join her, parting her rough thighs with his own.

She lifted herself to him, mouth closing against the ridge of his jaw, tongue flicking out to catch tears he shed at their contact. A soft cry escaped her thoughts as his mind penetrated her depths, even as his organs split her open, forcing her body to conform and meld against his. He grunted at the sensations that flooded his senses and began to thrust, with both his mind and his body. Their consciousness coalesced into one creature for that eternal moment, even as the ground beneath their writhing forms buckled and began to shake.

With each brutal plunge into her blue-skinned body his mind opened just that much further. In it he could see the center of the world as it pulsed and vibrated. They had chosen this world decades before, both for its lonesome beauty and for a final place of rest. Unlike the worlds they had visited before though, this one seemed almost alive within its hard shell. Now, that sense of ‘other’ bucked against their joining, for in it the creature sensed its own demise.

His mate cried out as he plunged deeper into her form, both her mind and organs. His strength began to shred her essence, bleeding her mentally and physically. She wept against him as shudders shook her core. He wanted to apologize, to tell her how sorry he was for bringing them to this end, but it was not his will. It simply was the Way. At their death another pair would be created and imbued with their memories, their powers, and as it had always been they would search the heavens and earths for the One, the Chosen to Serve. It was unfortunate that a world had to be destroyed in order to accomplish this, but he had sensed an end and chosen this planet for its barren beauty to serve as their grave.

His last thoughts were choked off as suddenly a spasm grabbed his soul, shaking him to his center, and began to expand all that he was into a single point of light. He lifted up, almost out of her body, then with a violent growl to drown out her shrill cry of pain he thrust into her womb with all of his strength, eons of stored semen exploding forth in a fountain of pain, ecstasy, and magic.

The ground beneath them exploded around and through their bodies as his orgasm coursed towards her eggs, two breaking ahead of the other billions. They hit and battered against the shell of her life, even as the world they were conceived in rushed outward to embrace the heavens. Its power, its destruction, filled the tadpole like objects. Inside the egg power washed, it expanded, cracked, and the sperm shot in. Wave after wave of powerful devastation swept over and through the orb, mixing and mingling with that genetic code already laid in place. They began to change.

As Uganii faded from life she sensed within the air her offspring, her creation.

No…

She felt them change, blossom, and become something else. These were not her children, their DNA was wrong. Something had happened, she could feel it. Through the haze of her ending she felt that ‘other’ being bearing down upon her mind and her body, coaxing from her the lives blooming inside her shining carcass. The dying Sentanu tried to beg and plead with the world-creature but no longer would her voice reach out. As her consciousness fled the realms to join that of her mate she saw from a distance her eggs disappearing into the folds of light that was now this planet.

And then all was dark, and she, along with her race, was no more.

Pain, for the first time in all of her long life, filled every thought. For a thousand years she had been alone. Her entire planet had been stripped of life, all presence denied to her by the gods for her failure at destroying one man. Oh, she had been allowed the creation of plants and animals; mockeries of the populace she once possessed.

Then they had come, the two blue-fleshed ones. She thought that perhaps the gods had forgiven her of her transgressions and would once more allow her to become that which she was born to be. She was supposed to be a guardian, spirit, and mother of All. That had not been the case though. Years after they had come, no others followed and it was soon apparent that they would remain alone. It was not apparent though, until the past week, that they were planning to die on her back. Not until the moment of their joining did she realize that they sought to create a life at the expense of her own.
She would not allow it. She did not spend the years alone only to be destroyed so that another may create a life out of her ashes and leave her to be nothing more than a memory to none. Impossible. Take this life, that is what she would do, and make it her own, or create a life of her own choosing, but she would not simply quietly be destroyed. This was her promise to those gods that had forsaken her, this was her Elegy.
Still though, she felt the force of her life and presence diminishing even as the flesh of her world continued to fade away into the black blankness of a harsh space.

Alone I may not do this, but perhaps with another…

So she called. To the one responsible for her failure and abandonment, she called. Worlds and universes fell before her voice as the power of her thoughts rippled through the fabric of space and time, desperate to find and grab hold of that one mind, the one that could perhaps help her as no other could or would.

And then she found him, or he her, and she pulled, begged, and forced him to come. Come he did, though it was not the one she sought.

Her essence shivered and cracked as he stepped forth from a place far, far away. His form was clothed in darkness, as were his crimson eyes which stared at her in curiosity. His presence caused her to almost shrink away into that calling night, but the eggs still thrummed within her energy. The man turned his gaze away from her and surveyed the falling away of her planet with no more emotion than would a corpse betray.

Not you I called.

He turned back to her with raised eyebrows, and was on the verge of speaking when another presence was felt. The atmosphere within her cocoon of life almost shattered as another man stepped from empty space. Like the one previous he was clothed in black, though beneath his open coat was a shirt of shining white. Around his waist hung half of a robe, black with purple etchings decorating the hem. Unlike the first, this one had strapped across his back a massive sword crafted it seemed from the emptiness of space so black was its blade. His eyes, violet instead of crimson, took in the surroundings, felt her pending death, and frowned.

“Where is this? Alec? Why have you brought me here?”

The man named as Alec shrugged slightly and nodded toward the mass of brilliant energy that throbbed before them, even as the world behind them both continued to crumble and cease.

“I did not bring you here Ayji. Nor do I know where it is that we are. Rai says she has never been here either. “

Ayji frowned.

At his presence the spirit had brightened.

Ayji. You it is whom I have summoned. You it is that I failed to keep upon my flesh, you It was to cause my solitary.

Ayji looked around and for the first time let all of his barriers down and really felt for the location he was now at. Home.

“This.. this was my home..”

Yes.

“But how..”

Without waiting for him to finish the entity poured the past thousand years into their minds. They saw the fury of the Dragon Gods when he had left the planet, in the presence of Ren. He never knew that this world was supposed to have been his prison, or Alec’s prison rather. Ayji had not known at the time that he was the reincarnation of the Crimson Knight’s slain leader. After they left, the gods had punished the planet guardian by slaughtering her population and forbidding her to create anything of life above a horse. For centuries she had been alone without another conscious thought or feeling of life, until the two blue-flesh came. With it was hope, but again she was mistaken and they sought to use her world as the sacrifice for their own race.

“You stopped them from accomplishing their goals. Way to go. However, I do not possess the power yet to recreate your world. I am sure that Ayji does not either.” Alec’s voice wasn’t as cold as before, but it was still flat as he stated facts. Ayji looked upon the mass of dimming energy and spoke softly.

“He is right, I am sorry. If I-“

With an almost violent push of force she cut off his last word with her own.

I do not wish my planet back, only to once more live without a hint of companionship. No, I wish for life. Not my own, but these that I have taken from the blue-flesh. In them have put I particles of mine own spirit. Life I cannot give though, but I can help it to take shape. This called you for, I have need of your life, Fatherless-One. And you as well, since you came, world-breaker.

Ayji sighed. “We cannot create life, Wise One.”

I have need only of your blood, and then your oath.

Ayji was silent for a moment, but he could not stop the sense of sorrow that plagued his mind. He never knew that his existence had caused such pain and death. There was no possible way he could refuse.

“You have them both, Old One. I will do what I can to raise your offspring as my own.”

No. You do not have the energy required to birth them both, I only hoped for one. However the World-Breaker has also come to my call.

“Oh fuck that. I owe you nothing. Do you realize how many of your kind I have had to destroy simply to stay alive?”

They cry to me in the night, Eater of Souls. Beg me they for you to cease, for they sense your link even through the ether of nothing which they become. Owe me, you as well.

“Brother, what she says is true.” Ayji said, turned toward the one which would be his twin.

“Ayji, sending one with me would mean certain death.”

“Not doing so would also mean certain death. At least with you there’s a small, very small, chance.”

Alec sighed and ran fingers through his shoulder length hair. He knew they were right, and he never enjoyed being the Destroyer. He could feel Rai-Shin pushing upon his thoughts. Yes, perhaps doing this would take a splatter of blood from their hands.

“Very well.”

The colors around them exploded as would a star and Alec knew nothing more.

He awoke where he had last been, sitting upon an obsidian throne, in a windowless, colorless room. At first thought he knew it had to have been a dream, even though he hadn’t sleep in months, but he still could feel the echo of power rushing through his veins. In that moment of birth he had released all of the pent up energy stored within his shell. That power would have crushed a planet to cinders, as it must have done to the child-

For the first time in eons, a sound other than that of his own making pierced the stillness of his Plane. Without thought he was in motion. His boots sounded hollow against the stone floor as he strode from the ancient throne room. Along the walls he passed were old hangings depicting a time that time had forgotten, the images faded and burnt now, the threads of their making falling to ashes with each breath of wind from the old citadel. Down the long stretch he went, until finally passing out of the room and into a hall. The hall itself was enormous, and empty. Black pillars struck up at odd junctures, some whole and some crumbling. The entire area had been gutted by dragon fire, nothing was left here but ashes, not even memories. There was something new though.

There in the center of the hall lay the child, its naked body squirming on the cold floor. Its lungs seemed ready to burst from its chest so loud it cried. Alec entertained notions of simply taking its breath away, but that wasn’t to be. He wouldn’t kill something innocent himself, much less something put in his charge. Neither though would he be saddled with a frail child birthed from a moment of pity. He decided to see what course nature and fate would take in the child’s life. Against Rai`Shin’s raging voice, Alec left the citadel, the out-world of the never-existence, and went in search of a place to release the slowly building tidal wave of energy.

For three days he was gone, and only returned to satisfy Alia and Rai. In his own mind he already pictured the child dead. When he returned to the hall, his thought for sure he would be right. The child lay there, a boy he could see, unmoving and surely not screaming. As the dragons within wailed and raged against him mentally, Alec walked to the child and wrapped a rune covered hand around its neck. He lifted the boy, and knew. Slowly the child’s eyes moved, then opened, and the Dark Man found himself staring into alien eyes, but eyes that were alive. From that moment he chose to raise the boy, if only to satisfy his own curiosity.

Initiations: No