The Greeting | Seths Intro

✧ A world of flame greeted the vampiress as her heels met the stones of the unfortunate village, eyes peering out of a shadowed cloak that covered every inch of her pale skin. It was all but a normal sight to see Stasi out during the moments the sun graced the horizon- but being underground made her wish to see such things, even if she couldn't experience them to her fullest extent. But what had happened to the village on the edge of Divide Island? She had never arrived at a site of fallout without having been the one to cause it, causing her to think thoughts she never had thought before.

Slowly taking to the edge of one of the village's winding roads, her cloak would sit securely on her head, bobbing in resonance with the dreary black crown and red flower that sat above it. If one were to spot her, they would not be able to tell in the slightest that she was the beloved singer of red hearts; they would see her as a potential threat, or perhaps someone to take care of the person that caused such tragedy on their people. The reason Anastasia arrived at this coastal residence was nothing more than a business transaction, though due to the unforeseen, she could only presume that her client had passed or fled in the incident. Behind her would thud a large beast, which would appear to look like a mangled lump of bright red blood in the shape of a very wrong human- it was a failure of her attempted demonic creation that seemed unable to handle doing things of the ungraced. She wanted to profit off of it in some way or another, especially as it currently had no use to her anymore. Anastasia named it 'Rock'.

Turning a corner, the supreme of her coven would stop to remain still at the sight of someone appearing to be cloaked in a shield of fire- it had to be the one that fell such devastation, and while she was more than ready to pursue him if he were to attempt to strike her, she would instead study him for a moment and gather her thoughts. Powerful men were nothing but a nuisance to witness in Anastasia's eyes, though there was one thing different than all the others that caused her blood to boil. He was not one of the vampiric races, and he was not one of those filthy 'law bringers'- it caused a bit of a curiosity to seep into her typical morbid thoughts, alongside those of her tiny black cat that stood by her feet. Beginning to advance in the middle of the stone road the two mages found themselves upon, Anastasia would ignore those that were struggling in various ways on the side of the street and would gaze upon the man of fire, her crimson eyes seemingly glowing under the cascading hood of her cloak.

"Excuse me, but.. what brought you to do these things?" the girl would ask the stranger curiously, her red and black hair fluttering in the coastal winds from the inside of her cloak outwards, "Rock, bring these innocents in the street to the village's edge so they don't face further harm."

The bulging demonic entity would step forward toward those that were still alive in the street, allowing them to approach rather hesitantly to guide them to safety. Anastasia would hold her hand out in silence to allow her kitten to hop up into her grasp as the beast would walk off behind them into the distance with those that followed- though suddenly, it would appear clear to those that got a glimpse of those wandering into the distance that the creature had chaotically snapped. It was as if it popped- a shockwave of blood would run outward around the three in the distance only to be greeted by Rock's agonizing screams, slamming everyone that had followed into the rubble and causing the streets to be painted red in the distance. All while this would be happening, the cloaked woman would remain still, her other hand resting on her kitten's head and stroking it downwards slowly. Demonic rage would coarse through the far away village streets as the wretched creation would take out a new kind of rage, something Anastasia had to mentally take note of.

"I've grown accustomed to causing misfortune in the shadows rather than in the brightness, it's strange to me that you're so willing to do such things, stranger," her curious mind would lead her words, gracefully floating out of her lips as she would pet the black kitty, "but I can't help but be curious, just who.. are you?"

There was no remorse for those that faced Rock. All of those that followed him into the distance were men, after all.

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🜂 Seth hummed, his eyes still closed he could feel every movement of every flame around him. Each and every one of them dancing to the beat of his heart. Something changed. A new, unearthly presence entered the town. Different than how the presence of a common human felt. It felt...

Powerful.

Opening his fiery eyes slowly, he watched as a cloaked figure approached, he felt the flames near her quiver, adverse to approach her. He watched in silence, ignoring her question, as she ordered her brute demonic beast, unlike any he had ever seen, to evacuate the remaining humans. Curious as to her tactics, he cocked his head sideways, much like a curious animal would. He watched with calmness as the beast rallied up the humans up. When the creature had walked a ways away from its mistress, it turned on the humans, ripping them to pieces and throwing them into the rubble and flames.

Seth smirked to see the woman had not flinched one bit.

"I've grown accustomed to causing misfortune in the shadows rather than in the brightness, it's strange to me that you're so willing to do such things, stranger," Seths ears perked as her smooth voice carried on the wind"but I can't help but be curious, just who.. are you?"

Still smirking, the ring of fire around him shrunk as he stood, incasing his clothing and body in a shimmer of flame, almost like he himself was on fire.

Seths voice, though sounding very masculine, had a feminine undertone, something he hated yet lived with every day, rang loud and clear, "Finally a decent being asking who I am, rather than attacking me at first sight." He mocked a large bow, "Seth Zepreem, whisperer of the flame." He came out of his bow.

He eyed the woman carefully, uneased by the amount of robes she was wearing for such a hot time of day, the fire and barren ground only making it even hotter. He heard the whispers of his flames speaking something, saying something, spirits whispering, so quiet he was unable to hear. If only he had a moment more to meditate then he could make sense of their whisperings.

"To answer your first question, I merely was bored and the day was too peaceful, there was no way to put my mind at ease in such uncanny silence." He looked her up and down, "Now may I ask, what may I call you? And your business here on this rocky shore?"


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✧ Deep within the shadows that would cast upon her face within her cloak, the witch of the vampires would find herself smiling in resonance with the stranger's introduction, becoming aware of his seemingly cocky attitude. It was a fatal flaw that Anastasia noticed quite often within the men within the world of magecraft, something that bothered her greatly- it was natural to her that these men made great prey to her species, especially those that wished to vanquish those of dark desires. This was the one that was responsible for the diversion of her upcoming transaction, and though she would normally sink her teeth into the necks of those that caused similar events, she would remain still, imagining just what use he could be to her if she played her cards wisely. Listening to his words drift out of his mouth into the folds of her cloak, she would pet the tiny kitty in her hands slowly, her gloves creasing with her subtle movements.

"You're certainly the violent type, aren't you? Though I've never heard such a name," Stasi's quiet yet alluring voice would manifest, allowing for a small glimpse of glowing crimson optics to peak out of the shadows of her cloak, "..you may call me the countess, I am a witch of the crimtane hex flow and am soon to be an Ace of one of the prominent dark guilds in these parts."

Reaching her free hand into one of the pockets of her cloak, continuing to hold her companion in her other arm, the vampiress would seem to gracefully click a device of some sorts- it would cause a small fizzing sound to emit from inside, which would not seem to do much at first if Seth were to catch a glimpse of her actions. Though suddenly, from behind her, a giant portal of ultraviolet ruby red color would tear reality behind her. It was as if it stared into an abyss of darkness, when from within a pulsating airship would float through, levitating in the streets above the two within their conversation. It would seem to glisten faintly under the sunlight, though would emit a dreary red that would pour outward like smoke.

"My business here involved nothing more than a transaction of goods, being an exchange of jewels for my creation down at the end of the road- but it seems you came in the way of my plans, and I can't help but assume my client has burned to death," she would warmly speak to the boy of fire, maintaining a kind and graceful demeanor underneath her cloak and in her words, "..I'm not worried about losing the pay, my work on the side pays much more, anyways. But you seem to have a fire in you, and since you took something from me, I would love to ask a favor that you may seem to find enjoyable. I've been assisting my guild in tearing holes in reality so that it's flagship can pass through at will, and though it's not difficult for me to do with my magical arts, it certainly wouldn't help to have someone else doing it additionally. There is a an abandoned temple buried under the sands of the Desert Village that is said to have magic built in its very foundation.. perhaps burning it to the ground would cause a cataclysm in reality, something that would be very useful to those around me. Would you enjoy committing such a sin?"

Though she would seem to be warm and curious in her words, an overwhelming feeling of disgust would fill her stomach- she did not want to be nice to such cocky men, especially if they came in the middle of her endeavors. She wanted Seth to be of use to her in some way, which would lead her to drop her warm and kind persona almost immediately, maintaining cloaking herself in shadows and deep black fabrics.

"..If you would, come with me upon my airship and join the ranks of dark guild Abyssal Fleet- it can be a home for you to grow your flames. But if you don't have such interests," she would speak sternly to the fiery boy, her crimson eyes glowing from within her hood, "..I will have no choice but to feast upon your blood. Not now, but when you are least expecting it- weeks, months, years.. You will awake to me feasting upon your neck, drinking your blood and feeling the fire that burns within it."

Blackmailing men made her feel happier than hell.

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🜂Upon seeing the rip in reality, Seth felt all the flames recoil, the ones nearest even going as far as to end their burning spirits and vanish. Spooked, he summoned a large ball of flames in his palm and held it ready to throw at any given moment. He watched as the large ship passed through. Its strange red aura off set him. Yet he could feel the faint flicker of quite a few sparks of electricity humming throughout the ship.

"My business here involved nothing more than a transaction of goods, being an exchange of jewels for my creation down at the end of the road- but it seems you came in the way of my plans, and I can't help but assume my client has burned to death," At this Seth gazed around the area, wondering if her buyer really had been burned. "..I'm not worried about losing the pay, my work on the side pays much more, anyways. But you seem to have a fire in you, and since you took something from me, I would love to ask a favor that you may seem to find enjoyable. I've been assisting my guild in tearing holes in reality so that it's flagship can pass through at will, and though it's not difficult for me to do with my magical arts, it certainly wouldn't help to have someone else doing it additionally. There is a an abandoned temple buried under the sands of the Desert Village that is said to have magic built in its very foundation.. perhaps burning it to the ground would cause a cataclysm in reality, something that would be very useful to those around me. Would you enjoy committing such a sin?"

The countesses proposal did indeed sound alluring. The voices of the flames whispered their approval of such proposition of burning anything down. Let alone the temptation to absorb said magic was enough to allow Seth to even consider it.

"..If you would, come with me upon my airship and join the ranks of dark guild Abyssal Fleet- it can be a home for you to grow your flames. But if you don't have such interests," her tone had grown cold and sharp almost. Making Seth wonder what had caused for such shift in emotion. "..I will have no choice but to feast upon your blood. Not now, but when you are least expecting it- weeks, months, years.. You will awake to me feasting upon your neck, drinking your blood and feeling the fire that burns within it."

Uneased by her threat, not because of the detail she went to describe how she would kill him. But more of the fact that she was threatening him to join her fleet.

"No offense vampire lady, but even if it were to come to that point, my blood would be too hot for you to even consume." He smirked, knowing full well he might just ensue this lady's wrath. "But indeed your proposition to join you on a quest is hard to dismiss. If I were to travel by your side, I do want to make it clear I take orders from little to no one but myself. Yes I may listen to suggestions, but should my wants be different than that of any higher up, I will go my own way. Like it or not."

Seth, confident that should any aggressive movement be made, be counteracted quickly, extinguished the ball of flames and made a motion towards the flames around them. Soon Melted liquid gold, carried by the flames, came to rest at the countess's feet. Soon a large lump of gold about the size of a fist was formed, and as the fire retreated it hardened into a masterful  sculpture of a flame. "Hopefully this will be enough to compensate your loss of profit. We all know how hard it is to get a good honest pay for the work we provide." He openly mocked the fake payment system the world had around them.

"Now!" He starts doing some stretching almost like he were to start a marathon. "When do I start?"
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tags: @Seth Zepreem