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Markus Eldridge
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Markus Eldridge : B->A
Suddenly the black clad mages head was spinning. The transition had been instantaneous. One second, he had been in the Court of the Void guest of Chaos, and now he was standing in a dark room.
Before even addressing the room, Markus found himself thinking over the events that had lead him here. Just how much of his live had Chaos had a part in. How much had they watched, and recorded? Who were the other ‘children’? Were they human like him? All of these and a hundred more questions coursed through the chaos mages head. It was infuriating, and calming. He discovered all in one sitting that he was not alone, but also that he was watched, and judged.
Markus, for the first time in years, almost broke down then and there. As a man who prided himself in total control of his emotions, reliving the worst parts of his life had been a trial he had not expected. All of which after spending an unknown amount of time in an insane labyrinth. In the end, the mage had to close his eyes and focus on breathing, meditation, regaining control. He first had to find a way out of this mess.
He knew there was nothing he could do about his questions currently, so he had to address his situation. He knew now, Chaos would be watching, judging, deciding his fate. As such, he turned to the new location he had been transferred to.
The room he found himself in was roughly circular and completely barren. About thirty meters in diameter, it was dark and made of the same rock Markus had traveled through when he first found himself in this realm. Looking about, he could find no entrances, no exits, no hidden doors. The walls made smooth transitions into both the ceiling and floor, and the rock was worn smooth as if sanded.
In the end Markus found a circle, lightly carved in the rock, in the center of the room. It was just large enough to stand in, and maybe large enough to sit. After some time, having ran out of ideas, the mage sat in the circle and crossed his legs.
Laughter, joyous and sincere, yet venomous and dangerous, rang out in Markus’ head. The laughter belonged to a female and was beautiful. “I wondered how long it would take you. I swear, men are always the worst trying to brute force their way through a problem.” Markus’ eyes opened finally, and he saw standing in front of him a female figure. She was instantly familiar, and entirely alien to the chaos mage. "Still, you did better than many."
The first word Markus could use to describe the woman was scary, and the second was beautiful. Standing a little taller than Markus, if he was not sitting on the ground, she looked down on him. Her eyes were black with no whites and held the same glow Markus had seem in his magic. Dressed in pure black armor, with a blowing black skirt her pure white hair stood out sharply. Markus noticed the tips were colored a blood red, far richer than Markus’ own hair, and the face looking at him was far paler than even his skill.
She held a dark smile, the kind of smile which Markus would assume a cat would have when looking at a mouse, or a child demon might have when finding a new mortal toy. “You couldn’t even save your brother…. But lets begin.”
