Vanity's embrace (closed)

[Lenneth]

Appearing in the simple flash of black magic and shifting atmosphere the Adonis of shadows allowed himself to retrain his appearance as it formed and became real to this world. His beloved physique clearly accentuated  yet hidden by his leading attire still bore less then most would considered modestly appropriate but still in the style of the common folk. His Greek god tone and size adored the black silk of his heartless kin ranging just above his shoulders and side but leaving the largest portion of his chest and abs exposed underneath a brown robe to the woodland air, his thighs clearly covered as well before he dark legging rode mid-way to his inner thigh. The sliver lines include runes that he only knew from magics long forgotten by most. Even in these dim shaded lights his golden mane shined with brilliance glow over top his stunning facial features. And of course his monstrous features flowed with the heartless theme, four blue/purple tentacles rose from his shoulders down towards his feet and the two sets of demon wings placed elegantly on his hips and temples, flapping with live before they vanished away in place of a more human appearance. Looking around now with that bombshell face and soft features it was only a wonder just what this world was like while it had more then just the life it had now. He quickly moved on from the scenery lush of this forest abode.

Taking quick steps there wasn’t time to really explore such a cute world, course he didn’t really want to anyways it was just too much adorable air to handle. His purpose here wasn’t one that was an odd task to seek, it was a matter of treasure hunting, one of a magical essence that was known only as whispers of old books and the memories of old witness and elders that lived in that era. It wasn’t much to go by but this was one of the smaller worlds that he could traverse in so likely some kind of clue would be discovered, often shatters memories of those lost to the darkness were interesting reads to feast on alongside the hearts of the fallen, on in connected to this world in particularly interested him so.

The item before him now arose as a castle, looking old and ruined but only recently abandonment from the grand slaughter a certain masked stranger performed across the worlds, Lenneth did not know this man but should have thanked him in person for the defenceless treats his madness had left behind. Looking as though it had been left behind some weakness ago and no one person alive appeared to be living here that fully claimed the crown. Through the towers and halls and the winding paths did the Heartless prince explore to find remains of living supplies the bodies of long since pass solders and tenets, each fresh with dust and the cobwebs of generations past. And yet there was something else here, the heartless that wondered freely seemed…frighten. Once passing the shadows the few that appeared before the La Vaeas did not speak only shake in fear of something clearly not normal here. He tried to question but only could watch them stand and stare. He witnessed the strangers and floods of people that erred one looked at each other and passed on the look of moral disgust to the next before turning back to their own tents or means of shelter.  They paid little mind outside a glance as Lenny came within few, instead of their hands being offered in welcome their tiny greedy fingers griped the edges of their weapons ever so slightly as he came close, only easing once he passed without words.

They all looked so weak, their meaty flesh dripping in malnourishment but their eyes filled with such dark intent they were standing from mere will power. Their numbers counted in the thousands as far as the halls were wide Len could find at least a dozen of the rabble cluttered together with greedy hands and empty bellies. A few in the distance held some semblance of shiny metal decorating their bodies with torn up markings in red, maybe emblems of some kind? They matched some of the battle worn banners lining the walls.  Though Len cared not of their origins for a they too held such a deep desire for more, timing in want the dark king could easily feel this darkness calling to him. The sheer numbers the pitifully hearts just drowning themselves in sorrow, he must have this. Fate seemed to be kind in offering a feast for the heartless treasure hunter. And what better seasoning then their own blood.  

Retiring to town outside the castle Len plotted in glee

The bust of the town brimming with live and the once known dreaded plague that caused fear and terror across this world in its darkest time recorded.  Not long since past has the evil queen vanished off into the ether of whatever it was she had come from and thanks to that leaving behind the kingdom she cherished so intensely behind in the arms of a tyrant of a baron that took her place several days after. And he certainly was no better then the evil sorceress in terms of fair treatment of his followers, little care and economy was taken to maintain many of the buildings that housed families and services that the people needed for their daily lives such as the bakers and doctors, heavy taxes raged on the poor while leaving the rich to their golden showers and slavery entertainment and worse of all he had no claim outside force and money to claim the royal blood’s name, it was perfect. It was a grime time indeed for the kind hearted here in this cursed world and it was ever the perfect time to strike.

Lenny had been wondering this world for a few hour now not in the rouse of a mere peasant that came into the kingdom in with the last crop of wondering souls looking for shelter from the sessions, masked in dirty and poorly lassoed baggy clothing that hide his health extior and nourished diet which if normal dressed would have given him away easily. It was a dark clouded mid-day while he wondered around with the sick, passing by the guards of the castle a few times asking for scraps from the castle but also mapping out their areas he could see while within his mind. His duty was only for himself and one he sought for a while in his search as a true mage since his last visit to this world with his fellow heartless, their adventure together showed him something wonderfully magically laid hidden and left behind with the rest of this world, ever seeking the many secrets of the worlds and how to further himself and what lay in this lost world was something truly fit to be called his own.

As he passed down for another walk through there appeared to be a change in the air, things were getting a little lively for a day’s normal routine. It must have been something up with the baron but as he was just about to investigate someone had taped him on the shoulder, a rare thing indeed to find a kind soul in this wasteland to even notice the poor. Lenny took in a breath before slowly turning around to put on the acting prowess of his to the test…but that didn’t last long as his notice the person. His eyes widened in surprise before narrowing away looking quickly around them to see if anyone had notice before trying to drag the girl in a place less seen in the public, just behind a building would do. It was the dark haired lass he had never meet before.

“Why are you here?!”

“Um…you looked lost, I wanted to help!”

Her answer was at least honest and there wasn’t much of an indication for an interior motive for her to lie to him about, certainly they weren’t enemies after a legal brawl for a public prize so maybe she wasn’t sore about it. At least that is what he hoped, another person from the outside world aside from himself might have proven troublesome with his plans since this required a light touch one that couldn’t be notice by many people often accustomed to the normal of their dull lives. If she were to expose him…wait someone else to pull along might not be so bad and one with powers that bordered just over the line of the average person and she was looking for new experiences after all so this could prove fruit fully. With a claim breath and a semi-apparent sigh he looked twice just to make sure no one else was pay attention, thankfully they weren’t too many involved with themselves and the sickness and all. Then again she didn’t look more like anything but a kind hearted little  girl, her use might be outweighed by her worthless presence.

“ Off with you I have no need for the weak”

With that she ran of, huddled in torn up dress with slightly teary eyes that feel unheard.
As time passed further and the darkness arose into the skies the entire town lit up in dazing lanterns and guards running around and whipping the slaves into getting the finest decorations placed around every house while food from across the world gathered, hauled over by the tubs through the sea of helpless waves of the poor that found it a blessing to smell it. It was indeed a time for celebration amongst the richest of the rich as all manner of new faces and bodies roared in. Some came on monsters tamed by the fairest kingdoms around, nobles riding on the flesh of their toys riding towards the town, it be hard not to notice any of this.

Only a few days had passed, just a few short specks of time a stone’s throw away of time from the plans that a certain prince of heartless had been laying down for days at a time now. He had spent a good amount of patience and personal assets to keep this certain agenda going and now things were coming into fruition now, studying among the shadows in the royal liberey in the goose of airless. In his visits Lenneth had just witness to common rumors, ghostly tales of the power of the magic mirror itself, people its power corrupted a fellow followers of darkness. Praying off their darkness desires and lust for self-pleasure its power grew stronger and nearly freed itself from its captive state but thanks to their efforts he managed to server such a bond between them and it before things got out of hand and started the ghostly tails of demons and other such common fears. As a result he required time and research in order to better combat such a powerfully artifact. Upon his results of his study Lenneth had learned from the history that this world was indeed enchanted with special magic as one of the home worlds of a princess of heart it was not something to be surprised at but what really caught his special eye was that of that mirror. From what he could tell it was an artifact from a wicked witch that like his heartless kin was addicted to the physical aspect of beauty, obsession turned into cravings which lead to both losing their sense of self. The charm lord himself was known for such vanity as well but has long since understood that power to withstand trails and hardships was just as important for weak beauty was not different from chipping paint, nice to look at once its fresh but as time passes whats left.

Though it was a parasite in its own right that magic mirror was indeed something worthy to claim for one he tested the very limits of magic itself and one that could easily be displayed within a public domain for better viewings for others of the worlds. His set off soon enough with a new goal in mind to seize this reflective blissing for himself however it was never that easy. As he landed within the world from the shadows a lot more time had passed since he looked himself with his books, a new reigning powering had taken roast in the city and already spread a new evil towards the lands with terror and fear, no doubt that magic spirit of the mirror praying on the darkness of another hapless soul to feed itself. From what he saw undoubted the change as the power grew sick in illness and the rich fouled the very earth with their greed. The duke in power rose to power quickly amongst the people and that fueled enough darkness in their hearts for Lenneth to use. While his first attempted to gather allies into the castle with strangers hadn’t worked due to interference he did managed to spread the seeds of anarchy further.

Time now had become fading memoires as Lenneth lived amongst the poor here in the guise of a bagger, his powers and appearance hidden from many eyes that walked passed him, it wasn’t too hard after all this world was all but left behind by the many traverse that cross the paths of the worlds. Aside from himself and his allies at the time no one else from the outside had stepped into the soil here so his time spent was well kept to himself. A few days ago he even managed to sneak his way into rebellion lead by another blood tie to the thrown of this kingdom, seeing himself now in the lowest ranks as a foot solider. Desire turned into blood as that group marched on the castle with weapons and shields in hand, Lenneth hiding himself in the midst of battle with sword clenched tight through the nameless people he had no remorse in killing. Tears and families wiped deeply as this war torn invasion broke off into countless fights in the court yard and in the royal areas of the western keep.

Lenneth however took it to himself to lead a different charge, towards the east abandon wings where the old queen rested, smaller battles raged but ones that didn't touch the high reaching towers and no human that could stand the might of the LaVaeas. Keeping his guise well his required none of his power and beauty to pass by them and create a well corpses at the doors of the room he required.

Finally with in view of his prize Lenneth proceed towards sealing the room with enough effort to buy time to extract it. However it had its own ideas of what he wanted Lenny for, the spirit appeared before the heartless, taking out the humans in the room with ease as it feed before aiming at the prince of heartless ready to reach out for the darkness in his heart but before it could even open its mouth he had already been silenced by Len. He already witnesses its persuasive power twice and spelled the air to silent any darkness. Maintaining focus now to only himself and his ritual Lenneth starting the removal of the evil taint of darkness that has polluted the spirit into being such a spineless feeding insect that didn’t truly live it up to its potently under his rule. It wouldn’t be too difficult now to keep himself and his mission well in line for time, outside the battle still raged on between two blood lines and the people such influence would claim and better yet the darkness grew more and more within their lust for money, land and power…darkness that would call the heartless from the hidden corridors and proceed into their feeding cycle ready to hunt for the weakness of either side. It was almost too perfect now the stage had been set brilliant to feed his kin and for himself to claim a treasure he has rightfully earned with hard effort.

It was not only a matter of time now once he binding spell was complete the mirror would only obey and sever the LaVaeas and then he would take his leave of this world to his special island to mount a lovely new mirror. It was only a matter of time now, if he wasn’t interrupted he’d take his prize and leave now. The rest of the little humans? Ha! they could keep fighting each other as their darkness continued to creep in and call the heartless to feast, Len would be gone soon enough and the crown could be up to anyone willing to clean the blood of the walls.