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Crix's living space is of course, black.
Every single square inch, meticulously painted black. The walls are soundproofed as to not disturb the others in the house, and lined with massive speakers for his music. In the corners of the ceilings, he has set up cooling systems so the temperature never goes above 10 degrees.
His bed is an enormous, luxurious king sized bed, with large black pillars on each corner reaching up to the ceiling. a 150 inch plasma screen TV sits on one wall, but remains turned off (Crix prefers to sit in his large armchair and just stare at the black screen while listening to metal). Theres a small desk where he usually does his work on the computer, hacking various bank accounts or getting information on a place before robbing it.
And finally there is a large black armoire where he keeps his brutal leather attire and what few weapons he prefers to use.
And of course there is light in the room so you can see where you are going...but the only type of lights Crix uses are (of course) black lights.

Crix kicked his door in and stomped himself up to the thermostat in the room, making sure it was a comfortable ten degrees before sitting and resting in his large chair.
Nexus waited a moment before speaking.
"So about your arm..."
Crix poked at his boneless arm.
"So you gonna do this now or later?"
"Id really enjoy hearing you scream NOW more than later, so if you'd like any type of music, put it on now."
Crix grabbed a remote from its holster on the side of the chair and selected "Ruin" by Lamb of God, and the room was filled with an explosion of brutal metal.
Thanks to the soundproofing, only the vibrations of the bass could be faintly felt throughout the house.
Crix steadied himself in his chair not knowing what to expect.
"...Do it."
And then Crix was in agonizing pain. He could feel something growing inside his arm, slowly, VERY slowly, but every second that went by it felt like a thousand needles in his arm.
"WHAT IS THIS?!"
"Creation of a new bone is hard work idiot, I made your cape easy enough because I had just manifested, your gauntlets were the same way. I'm having to slowly create matter, its a difficult process that your feeble mortal brain lacks the intelligence to understand, SO SHUT UP!"
Crix doubled over in pain and eventually fell to the floor on his side. His roaring hate for Nexus was drowned out by the music as he laid on the floor, partially covered by his cape.

Crix's boot again connected with the door as he returned, finally dropping the massive black box in the center of the room with a resounding boom.
"Alright, now I can finally get to work."
"You could be doing something so much more productive...I don't even want to be around for this. I'm taking a nap."
With his head finally clear of Nexus for once, Crix bolted his door shut, unpacked the box, and with a hammer and welding tool in hand he was about to begin work before realizing something.
"This is special...I need appropriate music."
With a click of his remote the room was flooded with explosive guitar riffs as the thug began his secretive work.
The soundproofing only did so much, and any guild members nearby in the house would obviously be able to hear the explosive bass and perhaps the occasional sound of hammer on steel.

Crix woke up after some time and sat on the edge of his bed, not knowing what to do with himself.
On one hand he was glad he finally knew...there wsn't a huge mystery to who he was anymore.
But on the other he now hated who he was, he had gone back on everything he had ever believed in. He had become evil.
"...Nexus?"
"What."
"Why me?"
"I thought you would have figured it out by now worm, it was just bad luck for you. I happened to be looking for a puppet and you were available. Wrong place at the wrong time."
"But how is it I'm still here? How am I still alive if I was a knight all the way back in the middle ages?"
"Thats my doing. I have to keep my pawn alive don't I? Otherwise I wouldn't have any fun."
"You killed Alexia." Crix hissed, anger starting to surface. "You b*****d."
"Oh please, you gonna whine about that? LOVE IS WEAK, I made you STRONGER! That little b***h-"
Suddenly Crix punched a hole in the wall near his bed and Nexus actually felt something...fighting him back. Like Crix had mentally lashed out at him.
"Don't you ever talk about her like that." He pulled his hand from the wall and thought about Em again.
Her resemblance to Alexia was chilling now that he knew...especially her eyes. If there was anyone he should talk to about this it was her but...maybe it was too soon.
He got up and sat in his comfy chair, reclining in it and still sifting through what he could remember.

After the fight with DG Crix returned and put a familiar boot to his door. There was beginning to be an indent from it. He sat in his chair and looked over his sword. A black blade with too many names...as old as himself. He liked the weapon, it felt familiar. He wondered how many other types of equipment Nexus was "holding" for him...
He thought about the possession and jabbed the sword into the floor violently, letting it sit there. He glared at his black TV, seeing a twisted image of himself on it.
"Ever do that again and I'll make you pay Nexus."
The figure smiled a set of deranged teeth.
"Like you can ever really stop me. Deep down you love the power I can give you. The excitement of a fight, the ego trip it gives you when you can fight even the likes of DG."
"Not any more. I remember who I was and Im determined to regain my honor, even if you have shamed me for the past 1000 years."
Nexus' image cocked its head and looked perplexed.
"Really, you think a thousand years of crime, murder, and overall wicked things can just be undone? Why feel ashamed? You have been feared throughout history, countless people have fallen before your might. If anything you should be happy you insolent little s**t."
The warped vision punched against the screen of the TV, yelling at him.
"IF IT WASN'T FOR ME YOU'D BE LONG DEAD! YOU WOULD HAVE NEVER DEFEATED THOSE BANDITS AND YOUR DEAREST AL-"
Crix stood and put his face against the glass, staring at the thing eye to eye, screaming back now.
"YOU ARE FORBIDDEN TO EVER SAY THAT NAME YOU HELLSPAWN! ENOUGH!" The image recoiled and caught itself looking surprised, hissing.
"You can't get rid of me anyway so get used to it. Play knight, do whatever, it doesn't matter. You'll stay the same on the inside. I'll give you some time alone now so you can cry or do whatever the ******** it is you end up doing after that b***h gets mentioned."
Crix punched a gauntlet through the TV, ending the vision and shutting up Nexus. He had broken an insanely expensive wide screen TV but he didn't care.
He sat in his chair and brooded, thinking of what may come.

Crix stood up and stomped to his door, flinging it open and about to yell at whoever it was to leave him to think, when he saw who it was knocking.
He promptly blinked and avoided looking her in the eyes.
"Is there something I can do for you?"

"Wha...yes of course." He opened the door and motioned that she could sit on the bed or the chair if she wanted to. He grimaced remembering he had just punched his TV, he would be needing to buy a replacement. And he had forgotten most people would probably find his room chilling.
He retrieved his sword from the ground and sat on the edge of his massive bed, resting his hands on the blade and leaning on it.
"Whats brings you to my humble room?"