Walking through the looming bridges and twisted towers of hideous shapes that form the death realm after stating briefly about herself to the death guardian, Annera could not help but think she was in some kind of abyssal realm of torment, although she felt none. At her hands she looked, wondering why should her soul be so limited on the interaction with a realm, that at least in her thoughts, was immaterial, and she glanced at the bottomless abyss below, where darkness was so deep that she thought that perhaps it was infinite, so those unfortunate to fall would pass their eternities falling in the blackness. Soon the citadel was reached to her, with its long winding corridors, and she turned towards a room in a direction she felt attracted to, since her arrival. A dark purple crystal lied on the room, guarded by two diaboli, apparently focused on studies of the dark ways of magic, the same Annera used and tested in a distant past. Looking at it as in the way a greedy man looks at a diamond, soon her interest was noticed by one of the diaboli, less concentrated on his studies than the other one, and he quickly said:
__The power of the dark crystal brought you here Annera. __No, it was a portal spell failure, and how do you know my name? __ Annera asked in a dismissive voice
__It was a success miss! The magic you use did exactly what it was intended for! Do you not pay attention to details when reading arcane and complex witchcraft books? And all souls that reach this realm can be detected and known by those who master the dark arts__ the diaboli replied, while laughing __Yes, it is really funny, and also a big lie, something I would have expected from a diaboli that is a "master of the dark arts"__she dismissed with a cold glare
__Oh, you really think so? You are not going to fare very well on these hallowed grounds if you continue with your actitude__ He replied in a bitter, hostile tone as Annera moved her hand near her pockets(perhaps just a deceptive perception of her own soul), in an instinctive reaction to his hostility __Why should this matter? I am going to leave this place one way or another. If there is a way in, there must be a way out, and I
will find it__ Annera said, alternating from a no care tone to a determinated one.
__For now, I guess that, even though you are not a very pleasant company, I would be interested on the supposed share of knowledge you has as a supposed "master of the dark arts", so perhaps you could do me a small favor and exchange it, for a small sum of, politeness and acknowledgement from me.
__Do not think you can bring down so much the value of my knowledge! There is only one thing that has value here: your own soul. So if you are so interested, I would like to have it and would gladly teach every bit about the arts __ he replied in a progressively persuasive manner. __Freedom is not a commodity, and much less my freedom! __ Annera answered disgruntled
Bothered by such possibility, she left the room while the diaboli grunted some words against her, negative feelings of despisement and hatred chanelling vibrations from the misterious crystal as she came to the larger room on the other side, a huge library, where she quickly noticed a human skull on a table, and in a daring action, touched it and looked at its empty eyesockets, wondering as the light of a candle reflected over its blank complexion. Until a voice interrupted her.
__Do not touch that! __ a masculine and arrogant voice shouted __Why not? Is it your skull? __ Annera replied bitterly
__This skull, this room, the citadel and your soul, all that comes through here belongs to me! I am Londris, true master of the dark arts and you will respect and obey me, least you will have an unpleasant eternity of pain and torment!__ The extremely hostile voice replied __Is everyone here a "master of the dark arts"?__ Annera asked in an ironic tone, while dismissing the threat
__I am the only master! Those lowly servants are liars when they claim they are masters. And you dared to mock me Annera Klorn! Now you will pay the price! __ He replied in an even more menacing tone __I do not accept, neither recognize you as the owner of my soul! I did not trade my soul in exchange of anything, neither I have choosen to voluntarily serve you as a minion. So, mister Londris, unless you leave me be, our immortal souls will enter in an eternal and perpetual war, and if you insist on this "suffering" threat, then you will suffer as well! __ Annera said in a dismissive, disgusted and hostile voice, caring little if he was being honest or just boasting himself.
__You insolent brat! You will learn a lesson now! __ he said angrily Londris started casting a weakness spell, but a twisted form of it that drains not the body, but the soul and is not bound to the physical limitations of the living realm. Annera simply sits down and closes her eyes, going deep into the essence of her own soul to attempt unleashing raw energy through Lah'ar. Her rhytmic breathing contrasted with the mutterings of an angry man as he was about to cast the dark spell. Both unleashed their different energies against each other. Annera's raw soul power did little against Londris disciplined conscience though, while his spell started draining all her energy, causing immense agony on her for the single minute it lasted, or an eternity for the xacha's feelings. As it ended, Annera gasped and ran towards a corner, scared of the man that easily defeated her.
__Now, get out of my sight and do not bother me again! __ He grunted Annera quickly ran away from the library with a clear frown on her face, as Londris resumed his normal activities. She ran towards more bridges and corridors, watching the dead souls walking in despair, and concluded on her own views as thoughts passed through her awareness:
"This is a reflection, a sad reflection of the gods true intention towards us. Though one of them may actually be kind and gentle, we are nothing for them but slaves, slaves that are sent to an horrible place, I am glad to be an atheist now, as it matters little in the end. I hope there is a way back... there must be a way back! At least in that world there is some hope and some happiness"
Walking in a tireless manner, she wandered, wandered and wandered searching for an exit, for a portal back to the world of living... or hoping one of her friends would... somehow help bringing her back, those histories about masters of the crystal way being able of bringing people back from death cannot be just legends and fairy tales, she thought... and an eternity passed as she walked... or was it not an eternity? What did happen with Annera's body? Did the magic destroy it, or was it sent to another realm to wander as a soul less body in despair?
[ Hope the double post isn't a problem. Actually it was done as a way to make it easier to read and to separate the core of the history from its introduction. Also about Londris, well from the way and tone of voice he speaks on the Death Realm, I concluded he was not someone to trifle with and Annera isn't the kind of person that can be intimidated with only words. I can easily make some fixes about it if necessary
Finally, if some people wish to give a "living" RP environment to the Death Realm(the only things I aways see there are RP duels), I'm open for suggestions. Annera will wander there... but I don't log much with her as nobody is there...

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