War Torn World-Day 5-Night.

"Poofing?" Nova said. "Poof on down here, and no worries, it's me."

((He looks different.))

Alright. Shali said. "Avelion, I'll be back in a bit." She said, bracing her mind as she teleported there.

Shali appeared in the increasingly familiar halls of The Nether. Without The Veil, things appeared as the massacre of humanity spread across the walls like wallpaper. However, the minions and poppets were no where's to be seen. Instead, sitting on a stool like chair was a younger, white haired man. His hair was about shoulder length, and almost broke into spikes. He had bright autumn leave eyes, and a smooth, round face. He had no facial hair, or any marks on it. He was slender, and not all too muscely, but without a trace of body fat to be found. He was the definition of "pretty boy." The only was he looked like the Nova she knew was the hair color and and skin complexion.

"Shali." Nova said, nodding.

Shali looked at Nova, barely recognizing him. "Nova? That's YOU?"

"Mmhmm." He said. "This is what my soul looks like. My original vessel's form." He told her. "Sit." He said, motioning towards an actual regular looking chair.

Shali sat in the chair.

"You had a question?" He asked her.

((Every adult's way of trying to get a kid to back down on a question! Act like you forgot, until they give up hope in your memory!))

((Never worked on me or shali. We scare most people, remember?))

"The day I made the pact, master said that you cried for a month afterwards. I wanted to ask why." Shali said, feeling stupid.

"Yeah...can we not say cry?" Nova said, and continued. "Ya see, I didn't make my pact like you did. Not at all. I had much different reasons, and let's just say, master wasn't always so kind. I kinds softened him up." Nova said, with surprisingly no comment form his master. "In short, I was heart broken after I signed the pact, not because of doing that, but because..." he paused, with shame in his voive. "After I did what I needed to with the powers, I...ate my little sister."

((HOLY! If need be, I can dabble deeper.))

((HOLY! indeed.))

((IT GETS WORSE! Waiting for Shali...))

Shali sat in silence for a second, thinking how she had had to talk master out of making her eat Avelion. She looked at Nova. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up."

"You see, I didn't live in any fantasy world like this. No, I lived in a brutal system, in which Zerferians, a metallic race of living steel, ruled over what they saw as lower species. They used who they called The Unders like tools. They treated them like trash, throwing them in slums, and feeding them scraps. They were forced daily to work in the factories, to produce goods and such for The Overs. I was an Under." Nova said. "Most Unders were human, like me, but the other species that inhabited the word were called Neerins, a shorter, mocha colored skinned humanoid, known for their white hair, like mibe, and distinctive cat like ears and eyes. The family that took me in were Neerins, seeing as Orphans were thrown into labor camps there. Twice as bad as the factories. So, the kind family, consisting of both parents, and a daughter about your age, hid me. Everyday, the mom and dad worked at a textile mill, while the daughter and I worked for a salvaging factory. I made it my duty, to repay the family, to protect the daughter, my little sister, at those factories. There, those scumbags would have done things to her that would make you ill. I did a good job for a while, but one day, she passed out on the job. She was too exhausted." Nova said, almost sad. "She was only twelve! But, the enforcers, a group of robotic beings made by the Zerferians to monitor us, didn't care. Two of them took her right there, and started beating her. No whips, like in the stories, but actually beating her. So...I snapped." Nova sighed. "Do you want me to continue?" He asked again.

((There's actually more.))

"Oh. That's bad."

Shali nodded weakly.

"I couldn't just stand there and let them beat her. So, I picked up a salvaging iron (a large lazer used for welding and dissecting the salvage), and killed them. I couldn't just stand there though, so I ran. I took her, and later met the family, and fled and hid. For a month we lived alone in hiding, until a rebel group found us. They had heard of what I did, and wanted to recruit me. In return, they would protect the family. Of course, I agreed." Nova said.

"Well years passed, and I became the right hand man of the amazing leader. He was so inspiring, so wise. He actually gave me that Trench Coat I wear, before that day." Nova explained. "He believed in a prophecy, one in which one day, a guardian angel would descend from the heavens and defeat the Zerferians, freeing The Unders. This guardian would be known as Nova. And, I believed him. How wrong we were. So, that day I made the pact, a rally was set. I stood aside him on the podium as he preached to the other rebels. It was nothing large, seeing as we were an underground faction, but it still happened. The enforcers actually hired assassins to find and kill the leader, and the info of the rally broke out. When they broke into the rally, however, with their big guns and armor, they didn't just aim for him. They shot at everyone. We hid the leader, and tried to evacuate everyone, seeing as we had no weapons, but it was to no avail. While trying to hide my family, the father was shot and killed, and I was shot in the chest, but not dead. As I lay there, dying, it appeared to me. The pact rune, almost as a gift from heaven, and I somehow knew what to do. I made the seal, and died. I met our Master, and he simply handed me the power and laughed. When I awoke, reborn, I was no longer AEr. I was something different. I felt the power surging through me, and in fact awoke as demon blood form. I easily killed all the assassin's, and fed on them, as if it were instinct, but in the blood frenzy, and in the thirst, I found madness." Nova said. "The leader and the survivors came out, claiming I was their messiah, the famous Nova. They cheered for me. However, I was not myself. The taste I acquired from the assassins fed the drive, and I attacked and killed the leader, then the mother, the survivors, and then...I trapped her in a corner, and..." Nova said, stammering. "I wasn't myself, yet I remember it as if I made the choice to. I fed on her too, and since she was innocent, she suffered tremendously. When I awoke, I was surrounded by the bodies, and yes, I cried. I knew from that day on, I could no longer be AEr, member of the rebellion, or protector of my family. So, I became Nova. I used my powers, and killed every last Zerferian, and yes, I did free The Unders. The Zeferians deserved it! THEY ARE THE REASON MY FAMILY IS DEAD! NOT ME!" Nova yelled in rage, shaking. He continued. "But at what cost?" Nova asked. "From then on, I have been in service to my Master, and traveling from dimension to dimension, doing his bidding. The reason I found such an interest in you Shali, was not your power, but you reminded me so much of her. My sister." Nova finished.

((No worries, he won't eat you.))

((Sorry for the bad writing. It's late. Read the story when I post it for more detail.))

Shali looked at Nova. She didn't know what to say. After a while she figured out exactly what she felt needed to be said. "Nova, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought this up." She said, thinking of how hard it must have been to go on after that.

"No." Nova said weakly. "It's fine. You should know why I'm here."

((Everyone has sin, even twelve year old girls. There was just so little (seriously, in the eyes of the public, she's innocent. Religious wise, there's that original sin bullshit, and how can a poor Under in such a society get baptized?), he had to wrench it from her in an excruciating way. I'll explain. We can't actually eat sin (sins are actions), just the evil in one's soul caused by sinning. However, to do this, we wrench it from their soul in a painful process, usually either sending the good part to heaven if they were good enough, "destroying" their soul if they were mid, or if they were bad enough, sending it to The Nether to be tortured.))

((Alright...it's 4:15 am here. I'm going to bed. Tomorrow: Explain Nova's bipolar tendencies (Trust me, after that heartbreaking story (lol...yeah right. It was cheesy) the story on how he's so moody is...weird. Let's just say it's not because he eats too much sugar.), Explain further on sin-eating, Resurrect Nova, Make a band, and Eat pie (okay...those last two are fake).))

((Exactly! Because instead of pie, We've got cake!))

((Which is a lie!))

Shali nodded.

"So, are you going to return to Avelion and Trent now?" Nova asked.

"I guess."

"Alright. You guys find a way to revive Trent, and I'll catch up. I must med myself first." Nova said, getting up.

((Explanation of bi-polar...ness? Yes? No?))