Nothing Left, a New Start (open)

[Cloud]

Deep down in the depth of the Netherrealm stands one of Kari's greatest minds, and possibly the most hated. After all... he was the one responsible for the Crystal Expanse. Everything had been stripped from him. His parents were dead. His child was dead. His pride had been stolen with every opportunity he had. His reputation was falsely tainted by those he trusted. He had nothing now. Not even the body he had now held captive was his, though it would become more his body each day as his soul meshes with the soul of the demon that now served as his body.

The flames of this realm would lap at his frame as he wondered aimlessly throughout this world. Screams pierced his ears, and horrors terrorized his eyes... but he paid no mind. It was if he was in a trance-like state. He didn't belong here... why was he here? Answers to his question would never come knocking in his mind.

His white, burning clothing contrasted with the reddish flames around him. He had to get above this. It was time to put forward his first step homeward. His porcelain wings stretched through the flames and flapped downward, lifting Oblivion from the flames and carrying him to the areas close to the exit of the Netherrealm. Freedom was so close he could taste it, but so was death. Was the eternal footman chuckling at his misfortune?

[Roy Atenwood]

I have his memories...but I am not him. I am Me. I am I. I am Roy Atenwood.

The thoughts echoed in his mind, as he sat in the dark netherrealm. Flames lapped at him, but he didn't noticed. Darkness, torment, and screaming surrounded him. This was, to put it plainly, the "Hell" of the plane he found himself on, or so he surmised. Being a sort of demigod, he could come and go as he pleased, even though he was a low-level demigod.

It was fairly easy to come and go from such areas on Sivelos, at least, or so Kaden's memory told him. He imagined Kaden being tormented by the people he had oppressed for a split second, then pushed the thought from his mind. He wasn't that type of person. While he knew Kaden deserved to be caused much pain for his acts, it was not his place to take pleasure in another's pain.

Roy, you see, had become fiercely individualistic and obsessed with the idea of being a "Good guy" in the scant day he had been a being. He wanted to break away from Kaden and the Sons of Chaos that he had read about in the books that he had been "Born" with. If being shattered off from a living god was even being born, officially. It was weird, that was for sure. But he had even stolen the sword that had destroyed Kaden's power, though it seemed to have been drained of most of its power.

Soon, it grew time to leave this place. His meditation was coming to an end. He wouldn't be a hero sitting in what was effectively the Nine Hells of Sivelos. No, then he would just be lightly singed when he left.

Then he saw what looked like some kind of demon, carrying something, or someone. The thing...wait, did it have a good soul? White wings back where he came from usually meant not evil. He supposed what a Good Guy would do was help the poor dude out.

So he bent the flames away from him, back towards himself, and then quite literally inhaled them. He felt warmth spread through his body and dissipate. Slightly slower dissipation than your average flame, but it was something any pyromancer could do where he came from. Great party trick.

"Hey, come on. I'll show you how I got in here. Should be an easy way out."

[Cloud]

Suddenly the flames receded, fell away from Oblivion. Then he felt a new presence, none like he ever felt before. He saw the figure, inhale the flames like it was the air itself. The man was obviously not normal, but he didnt seem to be like the other demons in this realm. He decided to trust him for now and flew towards him.

"Lead the way....", Oblivion told the figure as he approached him. They can be acquanted later when they were away from here.

[Roy Atenwood]

Roy, once he had inhaled a large enough amount of the flames to keep them at bay for a short time, smiling a friendly smile at this person carrying the person.

"We'd better get moving."

Roy, skimming through the air, would lead the man to what seemed to be a hole of dark black, possibly left by the passing of another Son of Chaos into the area, but he would pay that no mind. It was a convenient way to enter and exit the netherrealm, and he meditated best when he was surrounded by fire. The hole seemed to be even blacker than the blackness surrounding it, if that was even possible.

Roy pointed at the spot. It was darker than black, large enough for a man to fit through easily. Roy pointed to it, then motioned for the man to exit through it.

"Easy enough way in and out. I don't think its going anywhere for a while, either."

(OOC: You know the world better than I, you can decide where this thing lets out xD)

[Cloud]

Oblvion smiled seeing the exit and took the lead. He had no idea how to fly, and yet he did. Instinct perhaps was the answer. Either way, he flew like an expert, narrowly dodging the man as he went ahead only turning back to motion him to follow him through. "Come on!", Oblivion urged as he plunged straight throught the darkness and out into the clear night of Moon Valley.

The night was cool crisp and fair, but the ground was cooler. How did he know? Well upon exiting the nexus he tripped on a railing that was in front of the portal. Pain was brief but in no time at all he was on his feet, brushing his white clothes off as he awaited the other to come through the portal.

[Roy Atenwood]

Roy rose into the cool, calm air for a few feet until he decided to land. This world was truly beautiful in some ways, and terrifying in others. Well, it would have been terrifying if he knew fear, at least. Fear was a foreign concept to him, in most cases.

"I believe introductions are in order. I'd like to know who I just broke out of hell."

He turned to the man, his brown leather boots catching the dew on the grass, while the moonlight caught the droplets. Hell might not have been the word for it here, but in Kaden's memories, it was the only word he knew to describe such a place. While Roy was obsessed with becoming one of the "Good guys", such a place was calming for him. He was fire. He was lightning. Those two elements in abundance tended to calm him, help him meditate.


"My name is k-"

He feigned a cough, almost introducing himself as Kaden before he caught himself. He was not Kaden. He was Roy. He forced himself to cough a little harder, then spat on the ground as if he was coughing on some sort of hellish soot.

"Roy. Roy Atenwood."

He crossed his arms, gazing with newfound scrutiny at the one he had rescued. What exactly was this guy? Why had he been in hell? He felt a sense of apprehension now, even though he got some kind of vibe that the guy hadn't actually belonged in hell. It was a very strange feeling.