The Death Of his Hope -Training/Orie-

Drip, drip, drip. The sound of rattling chains could be heard as it intertwined with the constant dripping noise of a strange liquid within the darkness of the room. Everything was black, and Lagi couldn’t understand the sounds that he was hearing every now and again. Groans, drips, and the cool brisk air that seemed to fill the area within the constant holes of the wall. Yes, it was dark, but he could see, there was light enough from the moon to make out shapes, and people. “ Cough cough….” Upon revealing the fact that Lagi was in fact conscious, a man in a strange like priest outfit would appear in front of Lagi. He had green hair, a strange jaw, and pale skin. “Kek, I’ve been expecting you to awake, King Lagi? Or should I say, ex- king? You were so keen on giving everything up you worked hard for, was it fear from Octavius that was keeping you?” Even more drips, the smell was actually strong and filled the room, but it was familiar. “Who are you?” Lagi would say in a groggy tone. The man would laugh once more as he showed off his dark hand insignia. “Of course, you have been fighting against us for almost a year, and you still don’t know? The Dark hand had it’s eye on you, but not because of the unity corps. No, no no no! It’s a lot more deeper than you think.

And just like that, it seemed as if the room was going down another level. Lagi wasn’t too sure of the structure, but it was either some ancient technology, or if the place that he found himself captured in was full of numerous amounts of magic tools that allowed the place to function the way that it did. “How did you… wheres El DRago…..” The man shifted left and right as the room came to a stop. “Ahhhh, Draconis….the one who the El Nagi deemed as friend, a vital role in our plans……he has…served that role, and has been with you ever since. “ Lagi looked up, slowly but surely. He gulped hard, not too sure what he was expecting to see. “E- El Dr-…” He couldn’t make out the words, but he know what he saw. Lagi saw a skewered El Drago with a missing wing. Whatever attacked him, whoever attacked him, has done quite the number of Lagi’s dear friend. “You Bastard, I’ll Kill you… I’ll Kill everyone in this room!” Lagi would say as he struggled from within the changes.

However, the man only laughed. “Yes!! Hatred, Anger!!! Rage!! That’s what I want!!!!!!!! The man would say as he stabbed Lagi in the stomach, and took out his blade, allowing for the small drip of blood to mix in the small pool that Lagi was being hanged across. It seemed as if they were bleeding EL Drago dry this entire time, with a now injured lagi bathing in his blood. What are they doing here? “Your final shift, King of Reim, might not be something you come back from, and with every drip of your mixed blood, the bond of man and dragon, being used as the broth we so desperately need, will be the fuel for the master. Even the change, you cant help yourself can you… galling into depravity…the symbol of your hope, the history of your clan, has dies…because you were so foolish to fear clairvoyance magic to a point to put yourself in a dangerous position and send El Drago away… Knowing he needed you…. HOW DOES IT FEEEL??!!!!!!!!!!

600/1500

With the constant taunting and rage filling Lagi’s eyes, filing his heart, Lagi was then dumped inside of the cesspool of blood and whatever strange liquid inside. Upon the time that the pool was being drained, he was also sucked into the dark hole, swirling around a tube that reached more so towards the bottom of a hidden room, falling on top of some sort of beating egg “Cough, cough..” Lagi Gasped for air after almost being drowned in the blood of his friend and whatever liquid he was thrown in. Using the chains to hold the egg together, Lagi climbed down it and made it to the ground, holding his stomach. The walls seemed to spin open like trick doors, revealing dark hand members and the priest of the hand once more. “ You see Lagi, you was the target all along. What you are, is a gift to us, you belong with us, the Dark Hand, because we can help you more than anyone else can. Simply look at your hand….” Lagi took a look at his hand in confusion, it had an insignia marking that wasn’t there before.

His lines, appear on your body in such a manner!!!!!! It’s obvious, you are suited for the darkness , and yet you chase the light? Why? You had it right the first time…..and for the sake of “ Soilthought The Master”, it was to be you to help with his arrival. But he needs more……” Lagi got down on one knee, apparently defeated, trying to figure out what was happening inside of his body. “W-what did you do to me?!! Orie!!!!!” Orie appeared, but she looked different. Her appearance was more womanly as she stood on Lagi’s shoulder and yawned. “ Hm?” Wait, did she just talk, or was she trying to? Either way, the dark priest cackled some more. “Once more!! You prove yourself to be a firm believer of our ranks, who would of thought that our experiment would find its way to your hands? Oh but we knew about it as soon as you did battle with us. The Zetal project, would have been a waste if you haven’t come along. “ Lagi felt weird, he also felt his body drifting in and out of consciousness. “ Just face it, you’ve been in our care for six months after drinking that concoction, plenty of time to mess about. Your rukh changed in the incubation pool, right before our very eyes. Once El drago met his end, and you acknowledged it, you knew that you couldn’t return home anymore.

Lagi had enough. “What do you want? “ The man shrugged just as easily as the question. “I don’t know, I don’t know how I am even capable of thought without the masters guidance. But it’s not about what I want, it’s about what he wants. You can be a strong tool in it, we can even have an agreement to stay out of the business of Reim if you so choose. Our cooperation, our guidance, our ability to bring back your friend through the master’s will. We are capable of many things, but you have to play nice, depraved king. “ The man then sat on the floor next to the defeated lagi. “ You have such a burden no one can understand. Reim will soon be involved in its own power struggles, and all you can think of is revenge.. but yet you’ll be left with nothing if you achieve it. Your burden is reflected on the fact that only you can be the decisive hero that this world needs. To birth the hope for the world, you would have to blacken your heart and become wicked in order to make the decisions that you need to, not just bending to the will of others and compromise. Reim is in danger, if you don’t decide to side with us, that much is certain.” The priest then patted Orie on the hand who basically moved to Lagi’’s other side and drew out a long spiked tentacle to protect him.

“And now that you have the Zetal Project, you basically have birth through your own birthright. It will only feed off your rukh and become stronger, its more suitable as a beast of legend. No, with this, you start your own legend. With the blood inside of you, El drago will live on, the true legacy you’ll need that you can pass on to children, in the future of all of your clan members. Create a new legend, protect your home, kill whatever threatens it, and ally whatever you can. If you truly feel like you have nothing left, you must start again, but you owe it to reim and your clan, among youth depraved burden of power, to suffer for the sake of their prosperity and happiness, as well as your own. The dark hand will feed your ambition.” The priest would say as he healed Lagi’s wound and helped him up with some sort of invisible hand. “However, it is not free, and you must help the master as well. Soilthought likes your clan , the blond of blood you contain can be passed down, and allow your clan to prosper forever, but only if you want it to.

This man said a lot, but Lagi heard enough. “You said I’ve been gone for six months, what changed?” The priest got up and his finger started glowing lightly. All it will do is add more onto your plate. If it’s better to know, then you will understand more and more as to why the Dark Hand needs to be your ally. With that being said, it was as if six months’ worth of information was being planted in Lagi’s mind. All of it was true, but none of it was good. He only saw one side of the world at that time, and this world, the reim that he knew, the troubles with Kou and Balbadd.

“And now, if this continues without you…without your will.. an apparent future……….” The priest would say as he showed something horrifying, and yet, something to harden lagi’s heart once more in the terms of what he didn’t want to do, but what he had to do.
“This world…….is rotting….”

The priest nodded his head, happy to know that he was finally getting through to Lagi, re-birthing him to their side for good. “Black rukh, is not only about cursing your fate, but resisting it. It is created when one goes against fate and tries to defy destiny. If the destiny of humanity was to fall, like the future that the master predicts, who will stand against it? What if our evolution only excluded the existence of all known life? Think about it, and suffer! Suffer, and struggle, and pave the way for the future of the unborn, the helpless, those who see nothing!! With the Oriana Zetal , birthed in the blood of a legend, taste of both rukhs', you... yes... maybe you can do something.... ,maybe even master both....


1500-1500 B-A Rank

Orie upgrade to legend

With the months that passed with Lagi unconscious, the Dark hand have been doing experiments on Lagi in order to fully weaponized orie from the inside.  With the few magicians at hand, the Dark Hand was feeding Lagi energy in the sense of seeing what the Amoeba would do, and she devoured it immediately. Knowing that her improvement will only increase while continuing to be partnered with the king, they purposely agitated Lagi’s unconscious body to the point of Orie acting on her own to defend her master in the past six months.

Spikes, tendrils,  goop like blades that had an amazingly hardened density.  It’s not a lie that they lost a few men by underestimating what the creature would do as they continued their deranged game of poke the bear, but this was something that proved beneficial for Orie. She was learning how to heal the inside cause of Lagi’s unconsciousness, treating it and fending off against intruders. Any food that they put near  the unconscious body was devoured by her and assimilated into lagi in order to keep him healthy and alive. A simple symbiosis, one could be certain of that, but Orie was growing sentience at an accelerated rate, and she know who her partner was. She needed him this time, she knew of El drago’s apparent  demise far before Lagi did, and she feared for his life that’s not connected to his own. No, even if it wasn’t such a deal, orie would still care.

The silent protector would have continued her stride until he awakened, unknowing that the final key was to awaken her true purpose.