Thread: He Lives Again (Metalmaniac33&Arclight1988)

After his defeat he had used the power of the souls he had taken to escape both Heaven or Hell not wanting to be a prisoner of either he instead escaped to his own space outside the reach of the Gods or the powers of Man. This is what he had thought at least when he felt calls for his power he learned he could lend strength to his followers who knew what they were doing. The connection linked with him caused cracks between his new existence, and where they were he could pour his strength to allow some magics as well as blessings causing him to never be forgotten. It was then that he noticed his most trusted those he gave more to than any other spoke to him in a more serious way. It was with this he hinted at a way he could be returned to the world. The Silent Sisters a group he had originally set up to have easy access to new souls when trouble called grew to something so much more, and feeling the call back to the world he had lost was something he wanted above all else. The intent of summoning him was breaking down the walls between this place he had created, and where he felt he belonged his desire burned as he felt it was what he deserved only for that door to be ripped open, and his eyes on the scene he already knew this was not right. He could wait the wall would be harder to break down again this could be his only good chance so he took it his consciousness passing the gap as the two worlds fought with what should not be. The gateway was a maelstrom of energy trying to lash back at the connection that had been created though as long as he was on this side the world would not be able to shut the door properly. The spirit of himself was then confined by the world given a prison of flesh the return of his old body granted by the world that wanted him removed. Though with his soul given a body the link between him as well as the world he created was mostly severed. The clouds gathered over the scene not by the powers of the ritual, but at the whim of a spirit an old God that had been one of the many to stand against Teishin when he was known as the Demon King, the Black Crow that formed an Omen for those that remembered that there was a new danger in the land. Teishin looked at the cloud grinning as he raised his hands expecting the rush of his old powers before feeling them smash into the wall now between the two points. The displeasure of seeing his old powers held from him colored his face as he tried to remain calm turning back his voice was cutting to those before him, You needed to send a living body over to keep the gate open longer, and a few more sacrifices to power such a spell. His steps were firm crossing the distance between himself, and Xiress in long strides as he took her by the throat lifting her off the ground his anger burned throughout his words, If not for your blunder in returning me, I would rip your soul out. Then make you watch as I tore it to shreds. This was the worst disgrace he could give another, and was the most pain he could put someone through with oblivion at the end as without a soul they would simply gone. You have until I change my current status to change my mind. He tossed her back in a way he was hoping she would land on her back not having the resources to waste at this time.