Soulverse(IC)

[daemon_reaver]

Drake groaned cracking open his eyes. this wasn't his room. and he did get out of that tunnel with the damned thing chasing him. so he he was dead after all. "damn it" he said though left out the 'Still dreaming' part. he was pretty sure now he wasn't in coma in some hospital from that shooting that happened. at least he stopped the shooter before death. he then started going through all those years being trapped on Earth with near constant Armarada attacks. atleast he got away. looking around it seemed he was in some sort of wood and straw hut. soon some girl in a kimono comes in "ah your awake!" she says. wierd. she was clearly japanese and probably from a long time back. however seeing his confusion she begins explaining some stuff about the world. about how ghosts can understand eachother easily, how Armarada and even recently Hell escapees have come without the Soul Knights who fell in a great Civil War.

 

[PhantomPlazma]

Tenebris was in the abyssal waste and just finished killing an armarda and had a flashback of his past. He remembered how feared when he was alive and how people would scream when they heard his name but then he remembered how he was betrayed by one of his subordinates and was sent to hell where he suffered for millenniums. Then he remembered how he got lucky and escaped to the ever shifting tunnel and was hit by some weird train and was trapped in space and time but once again he got lucky and a tear opened up and he was sent to the abyssal waste where he became a lord behemoth. But that wasn't enough he wanted more power so he became a broken armarda and crafted his sword and killed other armarda to become stronger. "One day everything will be destroyed by me and no one shall stand in my way." He continued to walk around the abyssal waste searching for more armarda or maybe even anything else to kill.

 

[Based God]

Hell. West had been there since.. well, he'd been there a pretty long time. How long, he had absolutely no idea, just that he had been alive many, many, many years ago. And he'd died and been revived multiple times, seeing as he'd turned nonviolent after the terribles things he'd done in his life- which was rather unfortunate, seeing as he had trained himself well and now refused to use that training due to a feeling of great guilt. But he knew killing others, or abstaining from doing so wasn't going to solve anything, wasn't going to get him out of this (literal) Hell hole that he was now stuck in. He'd heard of people escaping through tears or rifts or something like that, but he'd never been lucky enough to discover one and venture through it, and so was still confined to this horrid place he'd called 'home' for years. He was ready to get out, be free and wander somewhere else- but with is luck, it seemed unsightly, and he no longer did very much wishful thinking. It had become useless to him, and useless to many others he had encountered.

 

[daemon_reaver]

As luck would have it for West near him a small rift opened. it would only be a short time before A Hell hound would come and investigate and seal the rift. monsters they be but instinctively they did what they could to keep escapes from Hell minimal. their part in the balance of reality. Meanwhile some soul somehow ended up in the Abyssal Wastes. probably an amoly that was picking up in rate lately. and while he was high up on the food chain even a lord behemoth needed hearts to feed upon. Drake on the other hand was geting to know the people in the village which was a small collection of huts. hearing about the miserable conditions and tales of how things used to be he wanted to find a way to help these people. like him they suffered enough in life they should get some peace here. "hmm..." he mutters to himself "if i can find a way to get these 'Soul Arms' like some of these bandits i can maybe do something...." @hemophiliaa @PhantomPlazma