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Date: September 16, 1996, 7:07 PM
“Stan... Stan~.... Stan!!”
Stan Aschebrise abruptly wakes up from his bed by his twin sister, Elisa, who happens to be dressed for a special occasion; a pale brown linen dress with a pink ribbon around her waist, with a bow on the back. She's also wearing a matching hat and shoes with her dress, so she won't feel out of place. Stan, still tired and yawning, wonders what's with the get-up.
“Stan, don't tell me you forgot, did you?”, Elisa asks.
He tries to remember what day it is, but due to his laziness and forgetfulness in every morning, he gives a slow shake of his head.
“It's Oktoberfest! How could you forget!?”
That's right!! How could Stan be so forgetful? Oktoberfest is one of Elisa's favorite days to celebrate other than Christmas and their birthdays, this day is when Elisa gets to look around the festival to find games to play and try as much food as possible. Stan still remembers last year that Elisa has gotten so full from eating various amounts of shnitzels and bratwursts that she literally threw up since her stomach couldn't handle that much food.
“S-sorry about that, Elisa. I'm... pretty forgetful in the mornings. Heheh...”
Elisa smiles and drags her twin brother out of bed, but Stan lazily falls on the wooden floor. Oh, Elisa, how could YOU forget that you have to wait for your brother to stretch out first before leaving the bed? Let me guess, you couldn't wait for this festivity and must head over there in a hurry, but what's the rush? The festival will only last for 16 days. I guess she wants to be the first in line for other food stands, not to mention the rides there, oh, how she LOVES the rides in Oktoberfest, and the competitions held by drunkards trying to out-best each other on a drinking contest; Stan and Elisa always bet on who's going to win. The fun times...
Fun times.
Another flashback went by through Todesberührung, it seems like it was just yesterday since she died, and he just couldn't let go of the past, it seems painful to remember what use to be the good things back then. It makes him want to frown, but not a single quiver of a lip could make him weep.
Date: December 15, 2024, 9:42 PM
The infamous Todesberührung is seen on a pale gray boulder under the lustrous moon in the night. The wide open meadows of grass and trees are abundant in this area, like living in an ocean of flowers and leaves. The mere flashback he had lured him from gazing the wonderful stars above, the way it shines and sparkles brings a slim, but warm feeling within him. This became his pastime for him since the day Elisa took him outside to look at the stars, he'd always wonder what's out there from this cruel and unforgiving world they live in.
Everything seems to spiral down into the cracks of despair after her death; he was alone in the orphanage, he didn't have that much to live for in life, a very low-paying job, and now this. It seems to happen so fast that he can't seem to avoid it like being shot by a speeding bullet. Whoever Death is referring to, the only thing he knows that he must find “her” and achieve true death and redemption. The question still remains...who?
He couldn't bring himself to think, pondering on this stranger this entity spoke about. If he were to find her, how will he find her? Where? What is her appearance? Seems that without any specific information would make this search nearly impossible. Why is she so important? Death could at least tell him the name of this woman, although it would still be impossible without her location.
This task seems to be a lot more complicated than he thought. He looks up to the sky as he continues to ponder this unquestionable quest, and gaze at the moon, beautifully shining to the eyes. His moment with the sky came short as he hears something faint coming from the forest. Yards away, a dim black light shines in the night, it was moving, but not by itself, not a wisp from mythology or a fairy from books of folklore, but a shrouded figure with a large weapon bearing on its shoulder with a lantern containing the light that is shadow hanging from it. Nocifer, aka Nox the Shadow Bringer, reveals himself from the darkness, perhaps looking for something, or specifically, someone. He's not alone, also.
Within Nox is a feminine spirit called the Pure Soul, this essence is what made Nox in the first place; a being made from two spirits of darkness and the Pure Soul, creating the first Umbraic. Nox wanders out of the forest and scans out the area, due to being born having Dark Vision which enables him to see in the dark, looking for someone in this wide open meadow, then spots Todesberührung.
Nox: ...who... is this tortured soul?
The Pure Soul appears near Nox, and sees the woeful undead.
Pure Soul: I sense great power within this being, it's better if you don't try to aggravate it.
Nox: Hmph. Why should I care? I've been expecting a challenge since the day I've fought Lexel. If it's a powerful opponent, then I'm set. I'm going to face him.
Pure Soul: I'm sure it's not the sociable path to go to...
Nox then approaches up to Todesberührung without hesitation. He pulls out his scythe and prepares to strike him from behind.
Pure Soul: What about our pursuit for her?
Nox: We'll continue our search for her once we're done with this thing.
Her?
Todesberührung hears the word from his approaching adversary that is about to pounce. Could they be talking about the same woman Death told him to find? If so, why are they looking for her? It's a slim chance that it could be her, but what if he's wrong? Before Nox delivers the first blow on the reanimated terror, he dodged out of the way just in time.
Nox: What!?
Nox glared at Todesberührung, then lunges to swing his lethal scythe. The undead didn't move and waits for him to approach closely. He then swifts to the right and delivers a heavy blow to the chest with his right fist. A fist that heavy made him fall on his back; he's now trying to regain his breath after his knock the wind out of him. Todesberührung slowly approaches the adversary and stared down with his neutral expression.
Nox: Damn, that hurt....
Pure Soul: You need to get your feet back up, Nox. You won't last against him.
Nox: Bullshit. I'm taking him down...
As the undead leans towards him, Nox unveiled energy that then converted into dark matter, shooting a dark energy bolt at the being. All it did was blast a hole through his chest; the wound slowly healed in front of him, slowly scaring him. Todesberührung looked up to him and, without warning, grabbed his shirt and threw across the field. Falling into a patch of flowers, he slowly lift himself up, feeling the sores on his sides from the impact.
Nox: He's really getting on my nerves...
He picked up his scythes and, again, charges at him. Every swing he swung, slicing and dicing, thrashing and stabbing, it might've tore him to several messy pieces, but he kept on coming back together. There's no stopping the creature from regenerating back to one piece without pain or sense of death.
Pure Soul: The being's immortal. He must have a certain weakspot somewhere around him. Find it and defeat him.
Nox: I've tried that, but it doesn't seem to work.
Pure Soul: That's because you're being reckless. You're not focusing on the solution, but only making the problem bigger.
Nox snarled and rose his scythe up to the sky, activating his lantern, shining a dark luminous light around. The souls of the dead rise from the depths and leans towards the shining blackened fire. All this poor unfortunate souls are now collected within the object, granting Nox more power.
Nox: Now I'm ready... tell me where his weakspot be...
The Pure Soul sees something glowing on Todesberührung's right hand; written runes that are glowing in a dark blue hue.
Pure Soul: That must be it... his hand... aim for the hand...
Todesberührung sees Nox charging him once again, but this time, he's going for his arm. He must've known about his weakness. He must not let him get any nearer to his right hand. Each swing brings him closer to death; one scrape after another. His attire are slashed and torn, his arm are scratched countlessly by the scythe's sharp blade. He will not die yet, not again. Not while he's still searching for her.... It's not over. Minutes have passed as Nox is wearing himself out; his guard is down due to his exhaustion. Now's the perfect time to end it. He activates the Death Touch and waits for him to finally lays down his weapon.
After delivering another strike, Todesberührung seizes the opportunity by lunging towards him with his death hand, only to miss and land on the surface of the meadow. The effects cause the area around his hand to die; the soil dries up to sand as the grass and flowers wilt and wither away. Nox does not like this reaction one bit. Surprised from the effects from his hand, he then wonders who he is.
Nox: What the hell....? Who is this guy....?
Todesberührung gets up from the ground and turns to him. The glow around his palm wears away, leaving only a faint blue light, seeming to be charging up.
Pure Soul: Now, Nox. Here's your chance.
Nox: On it!
It seems like the end for Todesberührung this time. There's no turning away; running will prove to be cowardice, Nox knows his weakness, and he won't stop until he cuts it off.
One swing...
...to end it all.
Nox then stopped on his tracks, turns around and tries to reminise the feeling of a strange presence nearby... a familiar presence.
Nox: It's her...
Pure Soul: Nox, look out!
Nox has let his guard down, especially when he's in a middle of a battle, and ends up getting socked by fist, knocking him out cold. Instead of finishing him off, he also felt the activity from a nearby spirit. Could it be? Could it really be the one? Could it be... her? Todesberührung runs to the familiar feeling, he feels it, the deep feeling he had long lost years ago, has finally returned for this moment.
It's coming from the forest. He enters and searches around, the feeling seems mixed, but it's slowly fading. He's not willing to lose her, not tonight. He has to find her.
He has came across merciless branches that has swept and scarred his skin, many webs he ripped through, ignoring the crawlers that are simultaneously biting him. The darkness has made him run in circles, he could not see through the blackness.
All seems lost and hopeless, the presence is fading rapidly. He won't be able to catch up to her, the darkness seems to have blocked his way from his purpose, and is now trapped in his own self-pity.
Silence filled the air...
(Play this song while reading: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AHTCoxWwuA )
Stan...
That whisper...
He lifted his head as he somehow knows the voice. It's seems foggy, for it has been a very long time since he had last heard it. He knows where it's coming from, the echo has led him to his destination at last. Todesberührung runs through the darkness, hoping to find the light within. The spiritual presence grows with every step, he's getting nearer, he knows he is. A bleak light shines through the forest, the way out. God has shown him the way to his true purpose, he has shown him where she is.
As he emerges from the forest, his eye widens at the sight. Still night, but the moon still glimmers. In front was a floating spirit in a long gown; the long black hair, the familiar figure... it's her... the woman Todesberührung has been looking for, levitating above the ground as she's gazing at the oceans roaring to the shore. She turned to reveal herself to him.
He fell to his knees by her presence, the sheer astonishment has weighed him down. She's what Death has been referring to this entire time; the being that will show him the way to true redemption. The path of the afterlife has come for him. This person... this being...
… is Elisa.... his deceased twin sister...
“Stan... Stan~.... Stan!!”
Stan Aschebrise abruptly wakes up from his bed by his twin sister, Elisa, who happens to be dressed for a special occasion; a pale brown linen dress with a pink ribbon around her waist, with a bow on the back. She's also wearing a matching hat and shoes with her dress, so she won't feel out of place. Stan, still tired and yawning, wonders what's with the get-up.
“Stan, don't tell me you forgot, did you?”, Elisa asks.
He tries to remember what day it is, but due to his laziness and forgetfulness in every morning, he gives a slow shake of his head.
“It's Oktoberfest! How could you forget!?”
That's right!! How could Stan be so forgetful? Oktoberfest is one of Elisa's favorite days to celebrate other than Christmas and their birthdays, this day is when Elisa gets to look around the festival to find games to play and try as much food as possible. Stan still remembers last year that Elisa has gotten so full from eating various amounts of shnitzels and bratwursts that she literally threw up since her stomach couldn't handle that much food.
“S-sorry about that, Elisa. I'm... pretty forgetful in the mornings. Heheh...”
Elisa smiles and drags her twin brother out of bed, but Stan lazily falls on the wooden floor. Oh, Elisa, how could YOU forget that you have to wait for your brother to stretch out first before leaving the bed? Let me guess, you couldn't wait for this festivity and must head over there in a hurry, but what's the rush? The festival will only last for 16 days. I guess she wants to be the first in line for other food stands, not to mention the rides there, oh, how she LOVES the rides in Oktoberfest, and the competitions held by drunkards trying to out-best each other on a drinking contest; Stan and Elisa always bet on who's going to win. The fun times...
Fun times.
Another flashback went by through Todesberührung, it seems like it was just yesterday since she died, and he just couldn't let go of the past, it seems painful to remember what use to be the good things back then. It makes him want to frown, but not a single quiver of a lip could make him weep.
Date: December 15, 2024, 9:42 PM
The infamous Todesberührung is seen on a pale gray boulder under the lustrous moon in the night. The wide open meadows of grass and trees are abundant in this area, like living in an ocean of flowers and leaves. The mere flashback he had lured him from gazing the wonderful stars above, the way it shines and sparkles brings a slim, but warm feeling within him. This became his pastime for him since the day Elisa took him outside to look at the stars, he'd always wonder what's out there from this cruel and unforgiving world they live in.
Everything seems to spiral down into the cracks of despair after her death; he was alone in the orphanage, he didn't have that much to live for in life, a very low-paying job, and now this. It seems to happen so fast that he can't seem to avoid it like being shot by a speeding bullet. Whoever Death is referring to, the only thing he knows that he must find “her” and achieve true death and redemption. The question still remains...who?
He couldn't bring himself to think, pondering on this stranger this entity spoke about. If he were to find her, how will he find her? Where? What is her appearance? Seems that without any specific information would make this search nearly impossible. Why is she so important? Death could at least tell him the name of this woman, although it would still be impossible without her location.
This task seems to be a lot more complicated than he thought. He looks up to the sky as he continues to ponder this unquestionable quest, and gaze at the moon, beautifully shining to the eyes. His moment with the sky came short as he hears something faint coming from the forest. Yards away, a dim black light shines in the night, it was moving, but not by itself, not a wisp from mythology or a fairy from books of folklore, but a shrouded figure with a large weapon bearing on its shoulder with a lantern containing the light that is shadow hanging from it. Nocifer, aka Nox the Shadow Bringer, reveals himself from the darkness, perhaps looking for something, or specifically, someone. He's not alone, also.
Within Nox is a feminine spirit called the Pure Soul, this essence is what made Nox in the first place; a being made from two spirits of darkness and the Pure Soul, creating the first Umbraic. Nox wanders out of the forest and scans out the area, due to being born having Dark Vision which enables him to see in the dark, looking for someone in this wide open meadow, then spots Todesberührung.
Nox: ...who... is this tortured soul?
The Pure Soul appears near Nox, and sees the woeful undead.
Pure Soul: I sense great power within this being, it's better if you don't try to aggravate it.
Nox: Hmph. Why should I care? I've been expecting a challenge since the day I've fought Lexel. If it's a powerful opponent, then I'm set. I'm going to face him.
Pure Soul: I'm sure it's not the sociable path to go to...
Nox then approaches up to Todesberührung without hesitation. He pulls out his scythe and prepares to strike him from behind.
Pure Soul: What about our pursuit for her?
Nox: We'll continue our search for her once we're done with this thing.
Her?
Todesberührung hears the word from his approaching adversary that is about to pounce. Could they be talking about the same woman Death told him to find? If so, why are they looking for her? It's a slim chance that it could be her, but what if he's wrong? Before Nox delivers the first blow on the reanimated terror, he dodged out of the way just in time.
Nox: What!?
Nox glared at Todesberührung, then lunges to swing his lethal scythe. The undead didn't move and waits for him to approach closely. He then swifts to the right and delivers a heavy blow to the chest with his right fist. A fist that heavy made him fall on his back; he's now trying to regain his breath after his knock the wind out of him. Todesberührung slowly approaches the adversary and stared down with his neutral expression.
Nox: Damn, that hurt....
Pure Soul: You need to get your feet back up, Nox. You won't last against him.
Nox: Bullshit. I'm taking him down...
As the undead leans towards him, Nox unveiled energy that then converted into dark matter, shooting a dark energy bolt at the being. All it did was blast a hole through his chest; the wound slowly healed in front of him, slowly scaring him. Todesberührung looked up to him and, without warning, grabbed his shirt and threw across the field. Falling into a patch of flowers, he slowly lift himself up, feeling the sores on his sides from the impact.
Nox: He's really getting on my nerves...
He picked up his scythes and, again, charges at him. Every swing he swung, slicing and dicing, thrashing and stabbing, it might've tore him to several messy pieces, but he kept on coming back together. There's no stopping the creature from regenerating back to one piece without pain or sense of death.
Pure Soul: The being's immortal. He must have a certain weakspot somewhere around him. Find it and defeat him.
Nox: I've tried that, but it doesn't seem to work.
Pure Soul: That's because you're being reckless. You're not focusing on the solution, but only making the problem bigger.
Nox snarled and rose his scythe up to the sky, activating his lantern, shining a dark luminous light around. The souls of the dead rise from the depths and leans towards the shining blackened fire. All this poor unfortunate souls are now collected within the object, granting Nox more power.
Nox: Now I'm ready... tell me where his weakspot be...
The Pure Soul sees something glowing on Todesberührung's right hand; written runes that are glowing in a dark blue hue.
Pure Soul: That must be it... his hand... aim for the hand...
Todesberührung sees Nox charging him once again, but this time, he's going for his arm. He must've known about his weakness. He must not let him get any nearer to his right hand. Each swing brings him closer to death; one scrape after another. His attire are slashed and torn, his arm are scratched countlessly by the scythe's sharp blade. He will not die yet, not again. Not while he's still searching for her.... It's not over. Minutes have passed as Nox is wearing himself out; his guard is down due to his exhaustion. Now's the perfect time to end it. He activates the Death Touch and waits for him to finally lays down his weapon.
After delivering another strike, Todesberührung seizes the opportunity by lunging towards him with his death hand, only to miss and land on the surface of the meadow. The effects cause the area around his hand to die; the soil dries up to sand as the grass and flowers wilt and wither away. Nox does not like this reaction one bit. Surprised from the effects from his hand, he then wonders who he is.
Nox: What the hell....? Who is this guy....?
Todesberührung gets up from the ground and turns to him. The glow around his palm wears away, leaving only a faint blue light, seeming to be charging up.
Pure Soul: Now, Nox. Here's your chance.
Nox: On it!
It seems like the end for Todesberührung this time. There's no turning away; running will prove to be cowardice, Nox knows his weakness, and he won't stop until he cuts it off.
One swing...
...to end it all.
Nox then stopped on his tracks, turns around and tries to reminise the feeling of a strange presence nearby... a familiar presence.
Nox: It's her...
Pure Soul: Nox, look out!
Nox has let his guard down, especially when he's in a middle of a battle, and ends up getting socked by fist, knocking him out cold. Instead of finishing him off, he also felt the activity from a nearby spirit. Could it be? Could it really be the one? Could it be... her? Todesberührung runs to the familiar feeling, he feels it, the deep feeling he had long lost years ago, has finally returned for this moment.
It's coming from the forest. He enters and searches around, the feeling seems mixed, but it's slowly fading. He's not willing to lose her, not tonight. He has to find her.
He has came across merciless branches that has swept and scarred his skin, many webs he ripped through, ignoring the crawlers that are simultaneously biting him. The darkness has made him run in circles, he could not see through the blackness.
All seems lost and hopeless, the presence is fading rapidly. He won't be able to catch up to her, the darkness seems to have blocked his way from his purpose, and is now trapped in his own self-pity.
Silence filled the air...
(Play this song while reading: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AHTCoxWwuA )
Stan...
That whisper...
He lifted his head as he somehow knows the voice. It's seems foggy, for it has been a very long time since he had last heard it. He knows where it's coming from, the echo has led him to his destination at last. Todesberührung runs through the darkness, hoping to find the light within. The spiritual presence grows with every step, he's getting nearer, he knows he is. A bleak light shines through the forest, the way out. God has shown him the way to his true purpose, he has shown him where she is.
As he emerges from the forest, his eye widens at the sight. Still night, but the moon still glimmers. In front was a floating spirit in a long gown; the long black hair, the familiar figure... it's her... the woman Todesberührung has been looking for, levitating above the ground as she's gazing at the oceans roaring to the shore. She turned to reveal herself to him.
He fell to his knees by her presence, the sheer astonishment has weighed him down. She's what Death has been referring to this entire time; the being that will show him the way to true redemption. The path of the afterlife has come for him. This person... this being...
… is Elisa.... his deceased twin sister...