-Ventured forth throughout the ancients runes of the city, ice blue hues drifting across the rubble and disarray in which the city stood. It resembled his homeland of Krakken. Many memories stirred throughout his head, becoming lost in a deep thought. The toe of his boot soon came in contact with a protruding rock sending him into a stumble. With a clutter of flailing arms and different noises, he found himself upon the ground. Hands slowly drifting to his sides, planting them palm down upon the dirt covered ground, forcing him back onto his knees, before rising to an erect stance. Glancing up to the door before him, a sinking feeling soon crept across his torso. <This building....Such resemblance....Its amazing actually.....How can something look so close to something that was lost so long ago...? It hardly seems real....>

Lifted his right hand upwards, bringing his arm to an parallel position with the ground, flicking his hand upwards to expose his palm, planting it firmly upon the Cathedral door. Forced himself forward, thrusting the massive door inward with his only arm. Creaking as it wound open, bringing itself to a steady halt as it neared a 90 degree position with its swing. Blue orbs stared blankly into the gaping cathedral, studying the colorful hues that danced across the floorboards of the large building created by the sun and the stained windows. Silent footfalls carried him forward into the building, the idle reign of thuds reigning forth from the floorboards as his heels came in contact with him. Wings bound around his form, as he continued along. Eyes befalling upon the altar and then drifting around, studying the winding pillars and the intricate designs that adorned them. The cathedral had been still full of color, but lacked in life. Eyes shifted upwards, studying the colorings of the ceiling and the designs that were created, conjured up by the mind of another, but having relations to that of angelic beings like himself and things of higher stature. He hadn't been of higher stature, but just a simple observer of the lands until his kingdom was destroyed.

As he reached the altar, he paused for a moment before dropping to one knee. Bringing his left arm to his middrift and leaning forward slightly. He had always been respectful of higher authorities, especially when he had been of lower class, it had only been common sense. Remained in his current position, stirring about his abscent thoughts as they jumbled about his head.

[COLOR=red]Emerging from the shadowed corners was a small form, delicately stepping forth into veiw. Shaded had his features been from the hood of his cloak. The chains rattled, links clanging randomly into each other with each subtle movement he made. The chains bound to his arms and legs through the use of shackles, nearly only half of his punishment. The other half had been banishment to this land of purgatory, drained from all of his powers only to get weaker with each passing day. There he stood a gaunt figure of his former self, crimson eyes locked upon Shagarez who had been a few yards from him. In a deep gravely voice he spoke in a near monotone manner, "Shagarez.....It has been countless decades since I last saw you....Yet fate seemed to bring us here.....This fateful meeting between fallen and risen." Griped the spear tightly at its midpoint, bringing it up into the air, drawing the point of the spear out to the nose of Shagarez, though off by nearly three yards, "Yet it had been you that thought of me as treacherous.....My utopia...My plans...You shunned them.....And you also told of my plans...What I had been doing behind the scenes to ensure my utopia's creation. It had been for the good of the kingdom....A backup place, a retreat from the approaching demons, yet you screwed it all up. We would have been fine, everyone would still be alive, but it's your fault.......Yes.....It's all your fault."