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"I don't know. Methos have been up to so much strange these last days." Sharûk said. watching thoughtfully towards the keep.
Within temple Reventide...
It is time Elwynn, Jontun whispered and Elwynn did as Jontun commanded and lay down upon the altar as the three leaders gathered around her. The rest of the Shadows began chanting the “Chant of Sacrifice” as the three leaders spoke the words of the summoning.
Elwynn’s body starts to levitate and a bright cyan light breaks out for her mouth and eyes as Ophelia enters her mortal body. The first youngest Shade approaches the altar, as Ophelia’s avatar, Elwynn, arises from the altar. The Shade bows down before his goddess as she gently grasps his right shoulder. She grapples a claw of a dragon and carefully punctures the side of his throat and begins to siphon his blood. After a couple of seconds, she stops, heals the small wound on his throat as the next Shade follows him.
After hours of draining, one person remains, the Sovereign. Jontun bows down before Ophelia just like the rest of the Shadows before him, and Ophelia carries out her deed. This completes “The Sacrifice”; the leader, the last follower has been drained. Ophelia could feel how the new power flow inside of her, not in a long time have she felt this kind of power. She knew it, her powers had grown significantly and it was time to leave the vessel. She bided Elwynn goodbye as she left her mortal body and left for the Plane of Souls.
She was on her way to prove the gods that she had grown; no longer would they look upon her as a demon. The other deities would have to accept her, as she now was a part of their hierarchy.
But it had taken time, for millenniums she has been seeking for ways to increase her powers, to grow into a goddess herself. And now, after millenniums of harvesting, she was now what she had longed for, a pure goddess. She could now claim realms of her own, but she knew it would be hard, as she was a very lesser deity compared to the many others.
She just realized that she had to learn how to treat the other gods, whom she should trust and fear. A lot of questions were running through her mind as she thought about it. Never before had she done that and suddenly she wondered why she ever had wanted this. She knew nothing about the other deities and their motivations, and part from that, she had never battled one before. This made her shiver in fear, how would they greet her? Would they accept her or slay her on sight? She understood that they had great powers, because she had seen how they were able to manipulate the many mortals of the world, no matter what race they were.
As she reached her residence in the Planes of Souls she was overflowing with the thoughts regarding the gods and for the first time in centuries she felt fear.
As she entered her forgotten chamber, she noticed something in the reflections of her mirrors. Her thoughts went blank. She approached it and saw a clear face of a drow, with a beautiful character. It wasn’t as tormented as it used to be and she could see how her spectral aspect had somewhat faded. She was still levitating, and her banshee aspects were still dominating her lower body, but she could feel and see the form of two gorgeous legs taking form. She was shocked by the transformation. She hadn’t seen this body in a long time; it was the body of a long and forgotten archenemy that her beloved Anora once slew. This vessel belonged to the beautiful spirit of Kassina, a Spirit of Valour. She understood why this character appeared in her, because when Anora slew Kassina, Ophelia possessed the spirits body. Ophelia did this because beauty was something her demon form didn’t possess, but as she was a demon, her origin wouldn’t let her travel in this vessel. But now, as she was transforming, she understood that the greater will of her mind formed her character and as she loved her own character, as well as the vessel of Kassina, it would be the outcome of something in-between.
As she regained her consciousness she was filled with the fear of the gods once again. But she knew what she had to do. She had to contact one of the greater deities and ask for guidance, because without guidance, she wouldn’t be able to make use of her new powers, which she knew nothing about. Was she still a harvester of revenge or was she something greater now?
OOC: i meant sickle. my god is based of the greek titan kronos. the titan of time, and father of the gods.
OOC: I don't believe Kronos was a Titan of Time
He actually was the Titan of time go google it GOOGLE IT!!!!!!.......
In the Alexandrian and Renaissance periods, Cronus was conflated with the name of Chronos, the personification of "Father Time",[2] wielding the harvesting scythe.
Kronos was usually depicted with a sickle, which was also the weapon he used to