Fantasy Dionysius: Heaven's Retriever

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Dionysius: Heaven's Retriever | Scherzo Fantasy Roleplay

CHAPTER I. PROLOGUE

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What once resided in the empyreal skies was now left shattered. The Elysian Fields as it was once called when the gods occupied the illuminating throne, until the inevitable extinction of their phenomenal divine race by their own believers and technically, originators. To think that such powerful and influential beings existed in the other dimensions, silently judging the world beneath them behind their glass fences.

A mortal who must endure the concept of eventual departure from existence was nothing more than a laughing stock to the celestial beings. And such, their lack of care was the direct cause of their destruction. By the hands of the mortals, they perished. Slain and scorched beyond their regenerative capabilities, it was no more than 800 years ago when the gods were effectively, defeated and destroyed.

The Statue of Terra's Liberation, a famous sculpture created by the one who witnessed the iconic posture of the Great Emperor Dionysius, when he vehemently invaded his own master's heavenly realm to end the cycle of authority and terror. The statue resembled his greatest achievement, the final moments of Zeus when he was eventually slain by the Emperor of Exousia. With the Chief God's lifeless head beneath his feet, Dionysius wielded his blade up high, shouting the words of liberation and establishing the new era of peace, where he would reform a vile world of beasts into that of civilization and serenity.

It was no fiction. The era known as the Age of Iron and Blood, came to an end when Emperor Dionysius formed the Holy Exousia Empire. Dedicated and for the only demi-god that the humans ever believed in, the founding Emperor himself. While he was able to leave a legacy of heroism and influence, the people of Terra considered him to be the true God, in which they worshipped and agreed upon as the true messiah.

But to the Swords of Damocles— the group of individuals who shared the remaining will of Emperor Dionysius and those that once carried their titles in the past, knew that that wasn't the case. Emperor Dionysius was no more than a human who was born with primordial god-level mystical powers, due to the overflowing energy of the Elysium— the opposite, secret surface of Heaven.

He held no godly heritages. He was born with the body of a man, with blood that made him no different than the average person on the street. His heart was as vulnerable to diseases as any other, and bones more fragile than the steel swords that claimed the lives of billions. He was simply a man with unbridled power to destroy, conquer, and enslave. Yet, he chose the benevolent side of humanity. Protecting the world with his gift, instead of becoming a slave to his own destructive powers. To become an example that humanity could become merciful, was his wish. But instead, he was reveled as a god— the very being he fiercely hated.

And to share the fragile will of Emperor Dionysius, it was almost maddening whenever Reintaros stared at the statue. The Emperor's memories washed over his mind, as he was consciously forced to emotionally experience his Emperor's dying will. To change the world for the better, to become the sword that the aristocrats would fear. To become the balance that is needed between the people and its authority.

Reintaros Achilles VI, held no deeper desires but to honor the decree of the Emperor who he had never directly served.

The soldier renounced his will to kneel, and instead looked into the eyes of the statue and muttered the words of the Damocles Oath, as if he was directly speaking to the founding Emperor himself. It was his duty to serve the current Emperor, King Severus XI, and not the one who was immortalized by a crystal memorial. But as a Sword who vowed to an oath, it was his duty to live his life honoring the one who gave him purpose, even in death.

Once he finished reciting the very oath he had memorized a hundred times, the black-haired Talvaron Imperator took a deep breath, absorbing the calmful scenery before him. From the chirping of the singing birds to the gentle breeze that washed away his emotions, Reintaros piqued a grin for the first time in weeks, enjoying the calm before the storm that would inevitably happen in nearly half a year.

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Reintaros Achilles VI

Chapter I. Prologue

The silent atmosphere and Reintaros' fluid train of thought would suddenly come to a halt rather unexpectedly, opening his eyes and turning his head towards the next guest of the prevalent garden, barely being able to recognize her presence not until a quick analyzation. It was her neighborly smile and the tone of her voice that gave him clues, as there could only be one person who expressed such cordial hospitality during these difficult times. And when he caught sight of her luscious, silky dark purple hair that fell past her lower back, he recognized the individual almost immediately.

Reintaros' placid smile would have faded away by the time of her arrival, long before showing his face to the bearer of the Hero Prometheus' heart. There were no histories of dispute between the two, it was actually well established that they got along quite well compared to the other Swords that seem to have an inner conflict against each other, due to disagreements regarding politics and overall, their public behavior to do as they wish, whether harmful or not. Each Swords were divided into partners, and amongst the six of these duos, it wouldn't have been an exaggeration to say that Reintaros and Yveline got along without much issues.

Though, to the bearer of Achilles' heart, he wasn't interested in believing that their partnership's comradeship was forced. It was simple; he preferred to keep things to himself.

"It would be rude for me to decline such an offer under the gaze of His Majesty. If you would have me sharing your meals, I'd be more than contented." Reintaros said formally without allowing his facial expression to morph— though for Yveline, it was probably an expected phenomenon. "You have always cared for my well being, how I would repay my debts to you is troubling. Perhaps I could treat you to dinner some time, your choice of restaurant and cuisine. It would only make this fair for the both of us."

Allies or enemies, the black-haired hero was never interested in unfairness. It was within his philosophy and idealism to be impartial to all and suppress his hatred, never allowing it to take over his actions. He severely disliked such an idea. A self discipline that he had come to recognize as his greatest personality trait, and to break it and succumbing to his desire to unleash hell, would be betraying his code. As such, Reintaros obtained the reputation of such a person, who would do no favors unless there was a collected debt to repay. Rarely did Reintaros do favors from the bottom of his heart.