Fantasy The (mis)Adventures of a Shifty Lich and a Thirsty Loli Angel

[LostHaven]

The Zeiraam Empire's downfall - an event now confined within the pages of history. Yet the fall of an Empire of antiquity may yet be smothered in lies, a mockery of the events that truly unfolded.

Or perhaps rather, the truth is a pale mockery of the lie.

( Silver Wolf )

 

[LostHaven]

''Hey Faust, have you already forgotten?''
''Of course not. Yet I had not envisioned our promise to be fulfilled like this.''
''But it did. Fate is a cruel mistress, is it not?''
''This is of your own doing. Why did you speak against the Empire? You knew this was the outcome.''
''And you would stand and watch the Empire commit its atrocities upon the others of mortalkind? Have you forgiven them for what they've done to you?''
''Of course not. But my hands are tied. If I speak out now, the Emperor would have my head too.''
''What is most important to you? The Empire's pride and beliefs that had inflicted so much to both of us?''
''...''
''These hands were not made to kill, Faust...''
''I do not expect your forgiveness. I'm sorry, Natalie.''

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The air carried a particular dampness, the atmosphere invaded the senses, and the wind whispered dark words to those who would hear. Death's scythe hung above the land, already claimed a grand prize. Yet, the prey had not fallen yet, still writhing and slipping away from the cold, unwavering grasp of the hunter.

A company of one-thousand soldiers, and another five-hundred battle-mages marched through the streets of Archon. They were escorting a group of six figures in black. They each carried a ceremonial weapon of sorts thaf resembled a shovel, and holding a large coffin with the other hand. The coffin itself was riddled in arcane seals, in an attempt to ward off robbers from getting in, but perhaps, also to prevent the contents within from escaping. There was an uneasy air amongst the men, as they whispered their fears to each other as the shadow of the towering ebon structure: the Archon Archives cast an unnerving darkness over them.

And who could blame those poor men?

What was inside the coffin was the remains of a horrible beast. A monster that slaughtered tens of thousands of people in a single afternoon, and if the rumors were true, could've lay waste to the entirety of the Empire if he so chose; the former Grand Archmage, the Traitor Magus, a beast they called Faust Windfallow. The nervous men whispered of the terrible day, speculating of his profane resurrection. Unfortunately for them, that day would come earlier than expected.

It began with one of the monks who were performing the burial rites commenting that the coffin was getting heavier. The others scoffed at him, before another laughed his comrade's comments off before spitting on the coffin. They came to an abrupt halt as a voice resonated outward from within the coffin. ''Gross! Which fuckwit just fucking spat on my coffin?!''

The coffin was immediately dropped to the ground as soldiers braced their weapons, and mages prepared their spells. Seconds passed like minutes, as the circles on the coffin lost theit glow, dismanted like a child's toy. Slowly the coffin lid slipped open, as an all too familiar figure, clad in black robes and a silver beaked mask emerged from it...

''Been a nice nap, yeah?''

Screams and shouts ensued as countless men were impaled by icicles, frozen solid then shattered, sliced to shreds by blades of ice, or crushed by several tonnes of arcane force. None would have died an easy death. Minutes had elapsed before the chaos died, and when the dust settled, only one stood.

Faust gazed up at the towering library in the distance, chuckling to himself. ''This brings back memories.'' He commented as his view shifted toward the azure sky.

He had a hunch that it'd be a rough day, and he would likely be denied any sort od quiet.

And his hunches were usually right.

Silver Wolf

 

[Silver Wolf]

Not very many know of this tale, frankly there weren't many survivors to tell the tale, but the legends that do survive aren't well-kept records. As it is said, lies, are rather prominent. These lies are merely legends from the survivors dumbfounded by the truth. Legends often hold an ounce of truth, and that truth began in one of the Zeiraam Empire's cities. Many capable enough to trace events back to this city, a once great home to many of the Zeiraamians, the city of Archon. In modern day, one will immediately notice among the ruins craters ten meters in diameter, pillars of salt-rich stone as tall as giants, and remnants of a once bustling and flourishing city. However, no sign of armies aside from Zeiraam itself can be seen. No bones of demons, no weapons or tools of other races, and no signs of infighting.

The stories weaved around this city paint several pictures, but the picture of a divine figure and a grim masked creature might be the most accurate picture, as those were seen by all in the stories and reoccur constantly throughout the fall's history.

"And why can I not be let into the archives?" Raphiel asked the guard who had halted her at the doors. The guards looked at the abgel withsome unease, but a battlemage came out of the tower and approached Raphiel. "Perhaps you can give me an answer?"

"You should leave the premises, The Archives aren't for unsavory beings like you."

Raphiel crossed her arms around her stomach and grinned slightly, but in an unnerving manner. "Do you wish to repeat that? A human like you must be really cocky because they learned a few...parlor tricks."

The battlemage's face contorted in anger. He spat, aiming straight for the angel's face. "Don't get cocky sky chicken! The Knowledge isn't for your kind!" The battlemage readied a dark spell and fired it at the angel, falsely thinking the dark element would work well. The spell hit the angel in the head, but she didn't respond. Her eyes wide as saucers stared at the battlemage with pure hatred. The battlemage gulped slightly and readied another spell, but the angel was around him and placed her hand on his back. A dark spell in a cone shape fired from the angel's palm and the battlemage's enchanted armor cracked and gave as his body was flying off.

"On the contrary..." Raphiel said as she hovered down to the battlemage with his armor already in pieces and many of his bones clearly shattered. Her face was calm, but her eyes were laced with a sinister glare. "You claim knowledge, yet you stand before an avatar of knowledge. My master, he is Heaven's Librarian. And our quest, is to collect and store the knowledge that even you so greatly covet."

Raphiel's face smiled and the man saw dark energy form into her hand to create a black scythe. His face turned pale as the information sunk in. "You wouldn't dare! I am a battlemage of the Great Zeiraam Empire, Astorath cannot lay his filthy hands on ou-"

The battelmage's head rolled to the ground and blood splattered onto Raphiel's face. She licked her lips slightly and turned back to the tower now several meters away, but she looked around the area thinking it was absurdly quiet and abandoned. Raphiel walked around the area due to shear curiosity until she walked into Faust's carnage and looked at the ground and the only person...or thing standing there. A man with a silver mask, but Raphiel felt a rather darker energy from him. She wasn't unfamiliar with this energy due to her time raiding ancient mage lairs. "I can guess the carnage here is yours, Lich? I must say, your work on these unpleasant Zeiraamian's is quite admirable," Raphiel said with a grin as she tapped one of the iced over soldiers. She then punched the ice and it shattered into pieces.

LostHaven (Sorry about the delay. 2 Days of roadtrips and lack of internet in where I'm staying.)

 

[LostHaven]

''Carnage? Hardly! It was a one-sided massacre, you should've seen it!'' Faust laughed cheerfully, completely ignoring the fact that he had casually slaughtered thousands of people. ''Admirable, huh? At least somebody appreciates indiscriminate murder as much as I do.'' He continued to jest. ''Though to be fair, I only learnt from the best. After all, nobody screams genocide better than those fucktard Zeiraamians. You should of heard them, they were all like 'oh no I can't die yet I die yet I have wife and seven kid but I don't care about all those other lesser races family they can all go to hell blah blah!' and shit like that.'' After Faust finished his hardly-accurate imitations of the soldiers that were slaughtered, he slowly made his way to the frozen head of the soldier Raphiel had just shattered, and stomped on it with all his strength. Frozen bits of head and brain flew all over the place.

''So, what's a sky-chicken doing in our lowly human Empire?'' The masked lich questioned Raphiel, though his voice didn't carry any contempt that any other human would have. He simply liked the nicknames some of his former comrades gave to the other races. ''Well, it's not 'our' empire anymore, I'm a lich now,'' he added jokingly. Underneath his mask, Faust's eyes scrutinized the divine creature. ''An angel of death?'' He whispered to himself. He shrugged off the fact that the angel before him was probably the second most formidable type of angel (the first being Seraphim) and continued with his antics.

''Well if you're a tourist, there are plenty nice places. Like, a slave market over there!'' He said, pointing at some lively-looking marketplace in the distance. ''Last time I went there, saw some pretty hot elves being sold to some pervert fatass old guy! If you're lucky, they might have beast-people as slaves, heard those go for pretty high. Well, to be fair, any slave-girl from some distant country is better than some fugly hag from this high and mighty Empire, yes?'' After he said this, Faust hesitated for a moment as he withdrew a pendant from his cloak and opened it. After gazing at it for a few seconds, he returned it to his cloak. ''Uuuh, most of them are fugly hags...'' He quietly added quietly before returning to his annoyingly carefree demeanor. ''Well, not that they'd sell you stuff. If anything, they'd try to chain you up. Trust me, some of these damn mages in this apeshit crazy Empire are S-C-A-R-Y. Well, there's nice food in that marketplace and magic tools and random shit.'' And with a deep breath, Faust ended his relentless stream of shenanigans.

''Well, if you'll excuse me, I've a forbidden scripture to steal, a whole library to burn, a few cities to level, a couple of Nobles to mercilessly slaughter, and an Emperor to assassinate.'' He informed the angel before turning to the direction of the Archives. ''You'd best be leaving soon, this whole city's gonna be ruins by next sunrise.'' He advised Raphiel, as he slowly walked toward the massive library. ''By the way, I'm the dude they're calling the traitor-mage. Former Grand-Archmage, Faust Windfallow. My disgusting name's probably been spread across the entirety of this goddamn planet's surface by now.'' He said this while laughing happily to himself, and complaining about 'how many more souls' he still needed to harvest. Upon further inspection, Raphiel could probably tell that the souls of the thousands of soldiers Faust slew had all been forcibly torn from their corpses after death.

As Faust walked, he continued to complain to himself. ''Wait, that damn book's at the top of that big-ass tower, isn't it? Shit.''

Silver Wolf

 

[Silver Wolf]

Raphiel's grin fell when the words of "burning a library" were uttered. However, a certain idea began popping into her head when Faust complained to himself about the library/archives. She floated beside him as he walked. Raphiel held an entertained grin on her face as she floated using levitation magic from her wings. She looked at Faust and asked, "Oh, so you asked what I'm doing here? I am Raphiel Lustril. You may know me by some of my other titles, The Knowledge Reaper or the Imperfect Angel. While I am here on business to hault any possible conspiracies against heaven, I also collect Knowledge for my Master, Astorath. So...before you burn down any libraries I would like to extract all useful information from them. In exchange, I could help you in your mission. If I feel generous, a Lich wouldn't be at as much risk of having their soul ripped apart crossing into Heaven's Library through my gate."

Raphiel ultimately saw the door with the two guards standing by. Their faces paled as Raphiel and Faust walked up. One if the soldiers ran away as the other stood there with his legs shaking. Raphiel grinned and asked him if he would open the door. The guard had seen Raphiel's display of dark magic and switched his spear to a holy element and thrust forward.

Raphiel grinned as she held the spear aimed for her heart with her bare hand and no sign of injury. Her grip tightened and the head shattered. The soldier dropped to their knees. Moments later his head rolled on the ground and Raphiel held a dark scythe in her hands.

Raphiel kicked down the door and strutted in with her wings spread wide. Many immediately looked to her and she said, "Hello lowly Scrap, I come to collect books in the name of Astorath, God of Knowledge."

Several mages and librarians began preparing magic circle spells. Raphiel was fired at, but a blinding white light filled the room and sound vanished for a second. Raphiel then had her magic halo spin rapidly. She smiled and a magic ring expanded from the halo after she recited, "Knowledge is a gift, Thou who squander this gift shall feel the sting of its absence."

All magic circles began fizzling and imploding. Any complex magic fizzled into blue gowing dust. Raphiel's Halo lost its complexity and folded inward to a light blue halo ring that still sat crooked upon her head.

"May all librarians or those knowledgably in this archive step forward?"

LostHaven

 

[LostHaven]

Faust nodded upon hearing Raphiel introduce herself. ''Knowledge Reaper? You're that angel that's been giving people spazz-attacks and making them braindead?'' Faust then chuckled to himself. ''Don't try that trick on me. I promise you it's not going to work.''

Meanwhile, the mages, at the sight of seeing their precious magic cancelled with such ease, became dumbfounded. Terrified murmuring began to spread as Raphiel began to demand that those knowledgeable regarding the archives to step forward. Many of the librarians' legs began to tremble and shake like jelly. After all, what stood before them was an angel that could turn them all to defenseless infants with the wave of a hand, and the Raven-Masked Magus whose name incited as much terror into the Zeiraamians as it did their enemies.

Suddenly, one of the mages pointed toward the masked lich. ''The Traitor-Mage! Before his military service, he was the keeper!'' The room fell silent for a moment, before all fingers fell toward Faust. ''That's right! The traitor probably still has the master keys! If anything, he knows the most!'' Comments flew at Faust, in an attempt to incite some sort of fight between the angel and he. Kill two birds with one stone, the mages thought.

''You want the master keys?'' Faust suddenly asked blankly. He began to walk toward the mage who incited this whole annoyance. The mage began backing from the masked man, until he was pushed back into a wall. Faust held a crystalline key in his hand, that emanated a gentle blue glow of arcane magic. ''Then have your fucking keys!'' Faust shouted at the man, before thrusting the key toward him.

crack...

Faust withdrew the key, leaving a hole in the man's forehead. Grabbing the corpse by the hair, Faust threw it onto the ground, leaving the head's insdides to leak onto the ground. He turned toward to the other terrified men, grabbing one by the throat. ''You better grab a mop, and clean my fucking floor if you want to live to see tomorrow.'' He threatened the unfortunate mage, who quickly scrambled away dumbfounded. He signaled the others to move aside. They unwillingly complied, with no method of defending their lives. Faust turned back to Raphiel, and threw his key at her. ''Better move, before they call in reinforcements, that'll be a pain in the ass,'' He told the angel. ''Now then, take as many as you can carry, I only need one book. Do whatever you want with the people, I seriously can't give a fuck about them.''

Silver Wolf

 

[Silver Wolf]

Raphiel gave a curtsy motion after she caught the key and took flight. She flew around the room from person to person as if it were a game of tag, but each time she caught someone she shoved her hand on their head and they immediately began spazing and foaming at the mouth due to a seizure that would last only about five minutes at least. Each time she did so she gained a little more knowledge about the library and its contents. Once she was satisfied she snapped her fingers and some simple telekinesis spells pulled all books she had deemed useful to her. The entire collection of floating books gathered around her by the time she was done with the large room she was in. Raphiel released the cancellation spell and opened a gateway which swirled in the air and were sent into the portal and the gate closed.

Raphiel then wondered about the forbidden section and felt a little bit of drool by the time she thought about it. She flew around the library until she reached a section she thought was forbidden. Ideally it would be towards the top of the tower, so Raphiel continued up using her wings until she ran back into Faust. The large room had been more like a common library area, so she hadn't seen a whole lot of books she may not have read or cared about because the topic had already been covered.

"Well...that was a fairly paultry raid, those first two stories of books. Where's the good stuff? Oh I can feel it now, the knowledge of an independently advanced human kingdom centered around magic. What could these humans have come up with that could be added to Astorath's collection. Oh the possibilities make me feel so tingly!" Raphiel had said the first sentences with some drool coming out. She was on her holy element so...any drop that hit the lich may have stung. But she did stop at the last sentence...a little to wiggle her body around while hugging it in midair with a disgustingly excited smile. After that Raphiel began flying upside down as she followed Faust to wherever he was going.

LostHaven

 

[LostHaven]

Relieved that he and the angel had went separate ways, Faust began his leisurely stroll toward the topmost chamber of the tower. His single goal was the 'forbidden tome' that belonged to him, the rest of the library to the lich was expendable.

He let out an irritated groan as he witnessed the angel fly up the stairs, completely skipping the tedious climb. ''... that's cheating...'' Faust complained, facepalming as Raphiel made some sort of obscene facial expression that had an uncanny resemblance to that drawn in perverse 'scriptures' of the 'gods' Faust had stashed underneath a floorboard reinforced with barrier magic. ''Fuck.'' He suddenly cursed with no apparent reason. He had suddenly come to the realisation that he never actually cleaned his chamber, and the 'scriptures' were likely discovered by whoever cleaned out the Keeper's chambers. ''With a stroke of luck, maybe they're still there...'' Faust muttered quietly to himself, making a mental note to hunt down those 'scriptures' and burn them.

''After the seventh floor, that's where good stuff is.'' He informed Raphiel, attempting to ignore the ridiculous pose she was flying in, and the steady stream of drool that was flowing out of her mouth. He also had to stop himself from remembering that physics existed, as Faust couldn't imagine how the angel could prevent their skirt from falling down. ''Waging this sort of psychological warfare against a guy is way too brutal...'' Faust whined while expending what little willpower he had to not gaze up.

The spiralling staircase ended at and dark corridor, that seemed too large to actually be a part of the towering spire that was the archives. ''Past here are all the fancy tomes.'' Faust told Raphiel as he stepped into the hallway. Immediately, crystalline torches lined across the walls lit up, emanating a gentle, blue glow. The floor was made of marble and obsidian tiles, a vast difference compared to the plain and stereotypical library look of the first seven floors. Large, marble pillars stood in line on either side of the corridor, leading to a towering door at its end. Two giant slabs of obsidian gilded with gold stood between visitors and the Empire's greatest treasures. A large arcane lock sealed the door shut, with a small keyhole at the center of the intricate arcane circle. ''There are technically three floors left. The second top and top floors are the keeper's chamber and the forbidden section.'' After saying this, Faust moved his hand toward the door in an attempt to undo the seal without his key.

As he extended out hid arm however, a drop of drool managed to fall onto Faust's arm, before emitting a hissing noise, causing Faust to quickly retracted his arm and groaned in pain. ''What the fuck? Are an angel's bodily fluids holy water or some shit?!'' After channeling a fair amount of negative energy into his wound, Faust returned to opening the door, even though using the master key would have been a much easier and efficient method.

The sigil on the obsidian doors began to blink, before the light changed from a gentle blue to bright red. The sigil soon fell apart and disappeared. Without the magic to hold them, the obsidian doors began to lean forward, falling with an enormous crash.

What then lay before the duo was a mountain of grimoires, stacked neatly into a sea of towering bookshelves that had been fashioned out of gleaming mana-crystals. There were books of almost anything, from rituals to bring forth unspeakable horrors of the void, to blueprints of weapons of untold ruin; a myriad of ancient and powerful magics upon which the Empire was built upon. Faust proceeded to casually stroll inside as if he were simply going home after a long day of work. ''There's like, hundreds of thousands of shit on each floor. The eighth, ninth and tenth floors exist in a separate space, so each floor is much larger than the tower makes it seem. Each floor probably has quadruple the amount of content the bottom seven floors combined.'' While Faust originally planned to burn every last floor to the ground, he didn't mind donating them to the God of Knowledge either. The only question on his mind was how Raphiel would manage to transport all three floors of books. Of course, Faust didn't actually care. His only goal was the forbidden section, and the 'scriptures' underneath his floorboard.

Silver Wolf

 

[Silver Wolf]

Raphiel wasn't the stupid sort, once Faust had began mumbling about psychological warfare she had noticed an averted gaze to her leg and hip region. She grinned slightly and mumbled, "Fascinating...despite holding no functional bodily parts a Lich still holds a libido. This may coincide with Freunar's theory that a soul either wishes to produce more of itself or create a new unique soul. That or liches hold some form of procreational function...despite having no means of said procreation. Oh my...I wonder what the spawn between a lich and some other being would be...would it succumb to necrosis in its first months of life or would it be normal? What a curious thought!" The angel began staring off into space when her drool hit Faust's arm and it began sizzling and he recoiled his arm.

Raphiel was just as fascinated as Faust about the effects of her bodily fluids. Raphiel immediately began opening up a leather bound book and a pen which she scribbled notes in at seemingly light speed. She responded to Faust question with a light in her eyes as she realized something. "Goodness I don;t believe anyone has ever documented the effects of a holy being's bodily fluids on those weak to the holy element. Our feathers and various parts are considered highly rare or even prized alchemy ingredients. Though next to no practicing alchemists ever get their hands on such ingredients...so the only studies to ever be conducted were in Lord Astorath's Library."

That monologue Raphiel gave was side all while Faust was opening the door to the new area. Almost instantaneously a river of drool would be the next threat to those chasing after them. Even far down below one could hear confused screaming. Raphiel eyed Faust curiously as he had one goal in mind. She placed her hand on his head and immediately activated her spell. Faust seemed to be under the false impression that her spell had something to do with causing seizures and nothing else. He couldn't be more wrong. Seizures were only an effect due to the mortal's fragile physical "brain" which neither Raphiel nor Faust truly used. The memories Faust had would still be intact, but the likely output of the spell would be a bout of confusion as knowledge about the entire library was brought to his head and extracted almost instantaneously. Once Raphiel had done this she immediately began casting mass telekineses on the floor they were on and opened up a gate that clearly lead to an astral realm. Books were then being sent en masse and straight to what some mortals called Apocrypha.

Raphiel then continued flying around the room and grinning madly as she laughed. In reality she had extracted three things primarily. The books' locations, a brief summary or idea, and their general importance. Raphiel had already sorted them through whether the topic was already refuted, covered, or just plain stupid. The Angel did not know the extent of Faust's fortitude though. His resilience to mental manipulation would ultimately affect her spell. Raphiel did have a certain problem in her mind. There were no clear outlets to the sky and opening two gates wasn't a bright idea. However the Angel decided that she would open up a much less problematic and less exhausting pocket dimension which she could then link later. Though it still should be noted one gate cost 20% of her reserves at least. Depending on the complexity of the gate it could cost more. Transporting something as fragile as a mortal being would easily cost the angel 80% of her power stores and burn out 50% of her magic capability. Maintaining a rift between realms also cost energy, so the Angel decided to float back down to Faust.

"This "Forbidden" Section seems interesting. Whatever you want from this place is yours by all rights...but may I inquire about one particular item? Maybe two that came rather quick when I checked your head? Some strange "scriptures" that contain a high amount of unusual libido and a book whose purpose seems...odd and not comprehensible without some form of explanation."

Raphiel also dangled the master keys in front of Faust's eyes but kept her muscles primed and ready in case the Lich did decide to grab it for whatever reason. It was clear as day she was trying to bait him for her own curiosity. But curiosity was where her intent ended. One could always read way too much into a situation though.

LostHaven

 

[LostHaven]

"No, a lich cannot fuck another being and make a baby, the only scenario where that is possible is the lich in question had just undergone the ritual, and therefore still retains flesh. Even then, I'm like, sixty-two percent sure that all bodily functions cease in the body, and it effectively becomes a walking corpse..." As Faust continued to ramble about liches and reproduction, he began to realize the crippling downsides that came with this necromantic immortality. He silently erased the thought from his mind, as the idea of not being able to feel a thing (except for pain as a result of interaction with the holy element) annoyed Faust.

Glaring at the angel annoyedly, Faust wondered what sort of god would be able to make a complete abomination like the perverted thing that stood before him, scribbling down on some form of notebook which Faust assumed she carried literally everywhere. "We managed to get a few of your body parts, but nothing useful ever came out of it..." Faust mumbled without thinking until he suddenly realized that it came out completely wrong. "Wings! I mean wings of other angels..."

Faust was somewhat puzzled by Raphiel when she put her hands over his head. He recognized it as the same spell that gave the other guards and mages seizures, but what was the point of using it on an undead whose biological functions have already ceased? Plus, Faust didn't even have organs, he was literally a skeleton with an absurd amount of magical power. "So, the primary effect of your spell is not to give everything spazz-attacks, but rather steal, or readthe mind..." He quickly deduced. "And seizures are merely a side effect of the brain being unable to withstand the extreme stress the spell puts it under, or something..." At first thought, Faust didn't really mind Raphiel reading his memories, until he remembered something very important... And it didn't take long for Raphiel to bring it up.

"NEVER touch them, understand?" Faust suddenly warned her. However, after much deliberation, giving her the scriptures didn't seem to have much consequence, and Faust didn't have to go through the trouble of disposing of them elsewhere... "Actually, you can have those, I can't even use them anymore..." Ignoring the master keys dangling in front of his face, Faust walked onward toward the 'forbidden' section. "Odd and incomprehensible?" Faust grumbled, "yeah, it looks like a massive compendium of magic, and right now, it basically is... I haven't finished with it yet, but it's supposed to serve a similar function as a staff or a wand. I don't understand why some mages carry a tome and a staff, it's not like a few thousand spells are that hard to memorize..."

A long, spiraling staircase lead to a plain stone door, unbefitting of the ebon tower. There were signs of arcane runes that were once carved into the doors, but their power had long worn off, leaving behind hollow markings. Upon close inspection, one with enough knowledge of the arcane would recognize the purpose of those runes; to create an isolated space, a barrier which prevents anything from entering. Faust kicked the door down casually, creating an uncecessarily loud bang. What lay behind the door was a medium-sized room, the floor was tiled with oaken planks. There was a single bed, an empty bookshelf, and a workbench. Faust scoffed with disdain. "This is why I should have been left as the keeper instead of being assigned to military service..." He complained. "The new guy couldn't even reactivate those fucking runes I put on the damn door, and what the fuck's this distasteful furniture?!" Faust kicked the bed with so much strength that it caused a sickening 'crack'. However, the bed did not budge, and rather, the source of the sound was from Faust, whose right leg was grotesquely dislocated. "Fuck..." he cursed as he snapped the leg back into position.

After his little fit, Faust slowly walked three circles around the room, before coming to a stop at the far end opposite to the door. He then thrust his hand into the floor, wooden tiles breaking as he retrieved a belonging of his from a secret compartment under his floorboard, even though it was more of a ditch than anything. The item in question was wrapped with an old, worn and dusty cloth. He handed the 'scriptures' to Raphiel. "You can take these for uh... 'research purposes'" He informed her. "But under any circumstances, these must not fall into the hands of mortalkind, lest its sin spread across the living like a swarm of locusts upon a field..." He warned.

The final objective, was Faust's work in progress tome-staff thing. However, he remembered he had left it in the forbidden section, which could only be accessed by a teleportation rune hidden somewhere in the chamber. "Uh, pretty sure there's a rune somewhere that opens a hidden door or something..." Faust muttered. "But I forgot where it is... And where the fuck is the current keeper?! Does he even do his job? Isn't this way too convenient? Like, this is too damn easy. What is this, some stupid short story, and the writer wasn't bothered to detail the room and shit so that's why it's plain as fuck or something?"

Silver Wolf

 

[Silver Wolf]

Raphiel listened as Faust told her how the Zeirams had acquired angel wings. She took a moment to think about how they couldn't gain anything useful from it and decided to take the opportunity to explain something. "Not all angels are corporeal beings. I for one do not need to follow the laws of the mortal plane, but it would be hard to exist in this plane without following such rules. As a result, the most recent angels have a method of pseudo-materialism. We use our magic to form flesh necessary to live in the plane without expending great amounts of energy. Some beings, like Seraphims, refuse to follow this rule and end up appearing as wheels of eyes and wings in many cases. Nonetheless, these Seraphims have great difficulty appearing in the material planes. Our wings are hardly useful because you likely tried to use them as PHYSICAL objects. Perhaps if they were tied to something, like a Chimera, they could be useful...."

Raphiel continued following Faust until they reached the door and listen to Faust whine then kick down the door. Raphiel floated around the room scoffing with Faust at how incredibly "bland" it was. That was until Faust tore up the floor boards to reveal the "scriptures" which he said he would give her. Faust's warning lead to Raphiel responding with a half-assed, "These won't see the eyes of mortals. Probably just the eyes of all mighty gods and angels who may or may not hold libidos. We're unsure, so if these books do cause problems they would be a on an astral scale."

Raphiel took the scriptures and opened them. An immediate slew of tentacles and other obscene acts were being seen by the angel who looked upon the smut-like comics with a complete poker face. She closed them and scribbled down some thoughts before looking around the plain room. She looked around and poked a part of the desk which then saw a glow pass around the desk briefly. Raphiel then began shoving all the scrolls and notes into her pocket dimension for later use. Raphiel opened her wings and the white feathers glowed briefly before a magic burst low in energy and not interactive with material objects burst through the room.

The Angel then walked over towards a luggage trunk and picked it up with one arm and chucked it to the side. A sickeningly loud crack and bang followed suit as the trunk sunk twenty centimeters into the floorboards and several contents sounded like they were moving in it. Under it, a magic circle on a stone platform sat. The circle was incredibly complex with clear security systems in action and still glowed a dull blue. Raphiel tapped the rune slightly and it fizzed.

"A working theory: It seems that some time after this circle's creation someone attempted to tamper with it, shut it off, or appraise its use. Nonetheless the purpose of this circle is unclear and even seems to require a certain "key" as you could call it. It's surprisingly advanced for a human's magic defense. Whatever the use, it seems the current keeper decided to shove a trunk over it unable to remove it or determine its use. I could push through the defenses, but it would take several minutes even by my standards. Unless this is the rune you're referring to?"

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