Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160810022256/@comment-26444332-20160810075848

Meanwhile...

Azarias sits in a quiet glade of the woods, far from all others, and sighs, before closing his eyes.

'I, Azarias Snow, successor to Akatsuki Blood, do now release your constraint. Come forth, first Familiar...' The white-haired Stigma mutters, the name lost in the whispering wind.

A voice interrupts his silence, melodic, like water over creek stones. His eyes closed, he breathes an acknowledgement of her presence.

'So, what news from the land of the living?'

'War, bloodshed, and conquest. Yourself?'

'It's about that time of the millennia. We never accounted for the whereabouts of Weaver-of-All-Fates, you know.'

'Don't you think the gods would have been more careful in keeping track of the last demon lord?'

'We were... busy. The demons aren't the only ones we need to worry about. The Infernal Spirits and the Mothers-of-All are rather large fish to hook.'

'Speaking of them, do you know where they are?'

'The Mothers, as you know, sleep as Familiars, unused and hopefully slumbering quietly for another thousand years. The Infernals, those Erinyes... They have long since escaped their prison in the underworld.'

'And?'

'To my knowledge, they've disguised themselves. We won't know until Megaera, Alecto, and Tisiphone show themselves.'

'Then we wait for the fall of the hammer?'

'Most likely. I suggest you find matches for those so-called dragon Divine Armaments. You'll need them.'

'Seeing as you helped create them, could you shed light on them?'

'Sorry, no. Our name for them wasn't nearly as delectable as yours. We just called them "weapons".'

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Azarias dispels his Familiar.

'This is going to be rather interesting...' he murmurs to the sky.