Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26068742-20170825214003/@comment-26068742-20170826094254

“At the start of a new day Lord Oda My thoughts are of you and I know you are with me I give you this day Lead me to walk your path, without hesitation. To places where I will gain wisdom To sources where i will gain knowledge And where I can make a difference for you. Push me so that no minute will be lost in laziness,inactivity,or boredom So I will be the best that I can be in all areas of my life Watch over me this day Protect me from my enemies Wherever I am, many people see you in me And in everything I do”

While the torturing of the Kidame continued Marek the Prince of the Legion had been within his chambers. He remained on his knees as he prayed his head tilting down towards his arms spread out as he continued his chant. Today was the day he reached within the Phantom Zone with the Shard in their possession Marek wanted to make sure he did everything right before it began. Many of the Legion soldiers had been preparing for the summon of Oda himself each of the holy priest chosen by Marek himself began placing together the Mirror of Lysraseri. After their long efforts it was really about to happen the Phantom zone was close to being open!

After a few hours of his prayer Marek was now bothered by the sound of knocking on his chambers door. It seemed everything had been ready slowly rising from his knees Marek begun to make his way to the torture chamber with Pandora and the kid. “There ready my Queen.. Don’t forget to bring him. We need him for the ritual.” Marek said the Legion soldiers now begun to drag Shien’s body across the hallway and into the ritual chamber where he would be exposed to the religious stable of the  Soshiki no Anbu!























<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> A round him would’ve been thousands of Legi on soldiers on their knees on the ground below thme would’ve been a chalked symbol which represented Oda. “Hang him..” Marek voice would’ve boomed within the chambers as the Legion quickly grabbed Shien tieing his hands together and hanging him  just by his arms having his legs dangle in the air as he would be forced to watch the breathtaking event.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Pandora.. Your hand..”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">If Pandora would’ve listened Marek would’ve taken her hand and walked down towards the Mirror, as they shared hands one of the Legion soldiers would approach Marek with the box of Azrael. “It’s been too long since the destruction of my village I now hold it once again..” ~Intro~ Many Centuries ago, the Earth was corrupted by the power of Four Shards. That's all it took to wreck havoc. This was all done by a jealous Trickster who envied the humans. Forced with immorality she had no choice but to watch her love ones die while she walked the earth for the rest of her days. But these Talismans were cursed objects which can give anyone who touches it incredibly good luck, However, the catch is that if someone inevitably loses the charm, the luck turns real bad and causes death to the users unless they obtain it back to turn their luck around again. Years of agony and despair the Gods handpicked a group of regular humans who were given the ability to harness great power, to defeat this trickster!, These new bound beings were worshiped as gods. Their mission was to protect these Shards from harm, They called themselves the Antediluvian. The Antediluvian lived strong and strived as a race but as years passed a sadness and despair named Azazel was born. Azazel was a very weird child. Unlike the other Antediluvian Azazel was always isolated. His presence had brought bad Karma/Luck on to the others and their homeland, he unwillingly hatred and death around his communards. He was only accepted to live with them because of the sacrifice his mother had made to save their land from the destruction of the Talisman when he was only a boy. After giving her life to her people they respected her wishes which were to take care of Azazel.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">But after years of being isolated Azazel had snapped becoming deranged allowing his inner evil to take over. He had when on to a journey finding each Talisman to create a Box. He melted down each Taliman around the outer layers he was crafting something so wicked and evil that the same trickster from years back helped Azazel. When the Box was finished the Antediluvian begun trapping and sealing away all who did him harm. The Box has boundaries between reality itself within this box is a doorway a realm of your worst nightmares. You don't only get to witness your worst nightmares but everyone else as well. Anyone's greatest fear becomes your fear, think of living in a hole that stretches to infinity in all directions. One day of real time is equivalent to a millennium within this doorway. This box through time had not only sealed thousands of souls but has also changed hands of the person using it. It's been said the Box is lost forever well until now.~

 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">As the cult chanted and chanted the box that stood in front of them begun to float glowing a bright gold color, the box soon began to shift and turn like a rubix cube.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“"Ā, jaaku de tattoba reta Ōta, idaina dekaibā, yami no kunshu, watashitachi hitori no otoko wa anata no kyōdaina chikara no shita ni shinobikomi, anata no shinsei o yawarageru tame ni korera no shinseina shikichi o zetsumyōna kyūden ni sasagemashita. Watashitachi wa tan'naru ashikasede wa naku, watashitachi wa anata no kōi o sabaku koto o motomete imasu. Kono shukufuku sa reta hi ni, watashitachi wa anata no saikō no ishi o tsutae, anata no namae de chiwonagasudeshou. Watashitachi wa anata ni kongan shimasu, dāku rōdo, watashitachi no sakebi ni kotae, anata no kōdaide michi no chie de watashitachi o keihatsu shite kudasai!" (~Translation~ "Oh wicked and venerable Oda, the great deciever and lord of darkness, we mere men grovel beneath your mighty power and have consecrated these hallowed grounds into an exquisite palace in hopes to appease your divinity. We are but mere fledglings, and we seek to court your favor. On this blessed day, we shall commune and carry out your supreme will and spill blood in your name. We beg of thee, Dark Lord, answer our cries and enlighten us with your vast and unending wisdom!")



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Loud rumbling would now be heard within estate just as they began speaking chanted the ritual words heavy winds would take toll throughout the estate papers, leaves and branches swung everywhere in sight. The ground itself shook to its very core making the people within the castle to feel as if they were on a roller coaster. Within the box Oda remains begun to form together as a black smoke was now casted around the tomb blocking their view on what was left of him the mirror was now reforming the resurrection was taking toll, Lighting strikes begun raining down on the roof of the castle destroying the top half of the estate as the wind took the other half, the wind made a loud howl enough for half of of the world to hear, Turning the sky a dark crimson color the room within would be nothing but objects being tossed around due to the winds the house bricks could not within the heavy attack from the elements.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Within the mirror would’ve been an old shack that was built within what seemed to be a yard contained heavy chains and nails blocking the entrance, loud bangs could be heard banging on the door as if something wanted out. Then as moment passed everything had stopped the heavy winds, the lighting strikes even the loud banging had calmed down, it was now completely silent within the castle and everything that was around it. Just as time passed the doors were burst open causing everything to pick up again and as the doors were open black smoke shoot out the shack like a bat out of hell, it was a large dark cloud with purple aura pumping within it, the mirror now exploded from the smoke. Pieces flew everywhere but as the pieces fell upon the floor a rift begun to rip open in the center of the room now a golden rift now formed.



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The entire legion begun to back away at the power of their ritual such power! Everyone but Marek and Pandora. “My lord.. He has Risen..”