Re: Eternal, Veldygar - The Water Republic Mission
Now that the edge of his depleting reserves had been satiated, Eternal considered the current situation. Those who thought he was simply a mindless killing machine would be sadly mistaken, as his mind was nearly as keen as his blade. He had not forgotten the 'orders' given to him by the Keeper, and while Eternal was no lapdog or lackey, he did want to kill every Dragon Blooded parasite he could get his hand on, and he knew for a fact that the more of a threat he became, the more they would come after him--and with the help of the 'others' the Keeper had mention, the death toll would reach higher number than the Abyssal could claim on his own--and in the end, that was all cared about. Whether or not it was his blades that brought an end to their existence wasn't important--the end itself, that was the important part. However, finding where these 'allies' were suppose to be proved an interesting problem, and just as Eternal was preparing to go skulking on his own to find out what he could, he heard the barest of whispers cross his ears.
His head turned, though no one could see him as he walked toward the terminal that Veldy had ignored in favor for the other. Perhaps he had heard the whispers as well, perhaps subconsciously, and had gone to the other. There was nothing wrong with the terminal, per se, but its fate was tied to Eternal, and that alone might have well put off a strange vibe. Eternal knew next to nothing about computers or technology, but he knew the answers he sought were encased within this machine, and he was going to learn what those secrets were.
Eternal opened his mind to the Neverborn, the dead-yet-alive Primordial beings who had birth creation from their imaginations--they now rotted somewhere in the underworld, stuck between life and death--craving only Oblivion. Their knowledge was infinite, and though Eternal had never seem them, or their Shadow Lords who ruled over the Abyssals, he could feel their whispers in his ears like tendrils of poison, and when he slept, their venomous words pried at his sanity, filling him with visions of death and destruction, of misery and of the End of Times that he would bring upon Creation. He opened himself to their madness in hopes of gaining insight, knowledge, anything that would help him destroy those who he hated--and it was perhaps that sentiment alone that drew their attention to their dark child, whom they hated only marginally less than the rest of Creation, and they gifted him with their blessing.
Eternal was suddenly wracked with a great spasm, and the dark energy flickered for a moment, but he was not revealed. The two of them, Harue and Veldy, would be spared the sight of the Neverborn's influence over the Abyssal, but that did not stop the events from happening. Eternal gasped as the sickness of Oblivion coursed through his veins--dark ichor began to pour from his eyes like tears of tar, flooding his red eyes and turning them a soul-less shade of black as well. Tendrils of the same color and substance erupted from his back, looking like cursed wings as they slithered between the cracks of the console, gliding between keys and circuits as the darkness fed into the machine, running through the files hidden cache's like a psychotic killer rummaged through the innards of his latest victim, searching for the choice pieces. Given himself entirely to the Damned Ones, Eternal's arm jerked unnaturally to the right, tapping what seemed to be random keys, as the other gave a quick spasm to the left, turning a knob and typing certain commands.
It spanned what felt like days to Eternal, but almost as soon as it had happened, the black ichor slipped back into his body, the 'wings' all but gone, the 'tears' dried and evaporated, leaving him leaning against the console with alien code pulsing in his mind--and the ill-gotten knowledge of what those symbols meant, and what was going on within the facility.