Welcome to Gaia! ::

(I hoped it would, oh well, here I come Dante/Kite. It seems that I test on you or wait once again.)

(were at your home town. You have your own ship and crew. Your welcome to follow mine or adventure on your own and build up a story and become a bigger part in the role play by making your character a very important part in the world. Other than that, there isn't much happening other than an army being built, an inconceivable force approaching, and scheming pirates.)

(we need more Pirate Lords!!!)

Ferran stood before the steaming, moaning waters of the Lake Styx. He knew that if he followed the lake to its source, he would find the River Styx, the River that flowed down into the underworld. The home of many a terrible demon. And holder of much ancient might. He drew his cloak over his shoulder, knowing that, where he was headed, it would be of no use for anything to do with defense.

Cynn had told him that he should forget about it. That he shouldn't head into the dark depths of that place. Into the shadows from which he had been born. Ferran shook his head, his golden eyes showing the worry hid behind them. His thoughts returned to Cynn, and his heart ached. He could feel she was in danger, but he wasn't strong enough to face the current threat. Especially with Ace appearing. He had heard about him in Hell, once, long ago. He shivered. A creature millenia older than himself. But he knew who he must fetch from the depths. The entity that had taught him all his life. An Entity that could help them win this war. To end it peacefully. For Ferran wanted nothing more than the end of fighting. The end of war, or death, of needless destruction and hate. He had to get to this entity, and soon.

Stepping forward, he caught the scent of brimstone, of Shadow residue, and knew the Way was open. Ferran stepped forward, and saw it before him. The Way. A gate that stood so tall as to vanish into the ever-preasant gloom from the Lake. Two crests rested on the sides of the gate. One was that of Eternity, the sign of infinity. The other, the same that rested on his back, was a raven's head inside the crescent of the moon. The Guardian Seal. The crest of the Guardians that protected the borders of life and death.

And there, before the gates, stood two giant men, one holding a Great Axe, the other a Greatsword. The held their weapons out as he drew closer, and the one on the left, a woman, he discovered, spoke. "You may not enter, mortal. Your time has yet to come."

The other spoke up, this one actually a man. "Unless you wish for us to speed you down that path."

Ferran stared them down. As he spoke, the air darkened, growing heavy, and his eyes glowed a fierce red. His voice was deeper than any man's, and carried within it an authority that startled to two Guardians. "I am Ferran Nightrunner, Captain of the Nightwalkers, Member of the Council of Seven, Lord of the Lake Styx, Master of the Shadow Flame, and Harbinger of Wrath! I am your Prince, and you will stand aside or be destroyed!"

The Guards, demons of Fire and Earth, cowered in terror. They knew this man, for, in truth, he was the Prince of the Underworld. They also knew something he did not, but they weren't going to be the ones to tell him. The stood to the side, letting him pass.

The darkness receded, and the crimson flame left Ferran's eyes as he stepped through the gateway, into the home that he hadn't set foot in for over two millenia.

Stepping into the Way, he felt himself coming apart. Literally. But with an exertion of will, the sensation ceased. It was the first deadly part of this Underworld. But he didn't have time to waste.

Hours, days, weeks passed in the Underworld, but little more than minutes had passed in Life. For, in this gloomy place, time was different. It was longer. Not even his father, the King, knew why. Ferran passed through gates and rivers, traps and tunnels. All sorts of perrils. And, everywhere he went, the eyes of the denizens of this bleak place, both good and evil, watched him, for they knew this this lone figure was. Their Prince.

Ferran cared nothing for the eyes that followed his progress, for he knew where he must go. At the thirtieth plane of this dark Abyss, he stopped. Turning left, a doorway of light opened before him where only mist had been before. Stepping through, he covered his eyes. After walking through the layes of this world, he had passed horrors unimaginable. Places where the laws of the Living World did not work, nor held any power. But where things of no value had powers unimaginable. But now, as the gateway closed behind him, the beauty and wonder of the crystal room before him was breathtaking.

He stood atop a cliff that overlooked an enormous ocean on one side, and a land that stretched for miles, of forest, on the other. The cliff only stretched for another two hundred yards before ending in a drop that he knew would kill even him. For they were hundreds of miles above the surface of this plane. Before him stood a figure in white.



The man stood at the edge of the cliff, gazing out to sea. As Ferran approached, he spoke, his voice that of a young man. "The battles are getting fiercer. The King of the Living World continues to hunt down the Pirates, thinking that they are his greatest threat. When, instead, it is Renji the vampire who is the bigger threat." He chuckled humorlessly, and turned to Ferran. His eyes were golden as well, but they glowed softly, speaking of what he was. "And Ace has been released into the world. He believes himself a creature of Good, and yet is, in fact, a beast of evil. But why is it, I wonder, that he hunts you, my prince?" His hands were wrapped in tape.

Ferran shrugged. "It's because I've become one of the Sins, Heiji. You know that. You are always watching."

Heiji sighed, putting a hand to his face, covering his left eye. He stared out at Ferran with his right eye. "Yes. I guess it's true. But that means that I know why you are here, my Prince. You want my help."

Ferran nodded, pulling back his hood and pulling down his mask. "You are the closest thing to a deity down here. At least, what the Living consider a deity. You hold the knowledge of the world's past, present, and future in your hands. You have helped the Kings in the past, why not help their decendant?"

Heiji sighed. "You don't know, do you?"

His face blached. "What do you mean?"

Heiji stood straight once more. His eyes flashed, a serious expression forming on his face. "You father is dead, Ferran Nightrunner. You are now the King of the Underworld."

After all his training, all of the time he had spent living through pain and surprise, nothing had ever prepared Ferran for this. His eyes widened. After a moment, he spoke one word. "Oh."

(( emo Long posts...))

Kite moved out of the electricity''s path and whimpered."Ummm...Sorry I was told not to fight you...Tata for now..." Kite spun around and flew away looking over his shoulder for anymore attacks from his new enemy.

((sigh,I suck at science but...Hmm just stop mi if I'm wrong since you seem tto exceeed in all this science mumbojumbo..))

"Correct me if I'm wrong but those cloud are formed by tiny water molecules" Kite dropped back down to the ground and pulled his hand back."So with enough heat maybe I can make them evaporate?" Kite threw what he had created high into the air and started moving again.