Azrael Entante

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#3 = Azrael Entante

Author’s Note: This isn’t as detailed as it should be, amount of words as well as time constrained me from telling the whole story in as much detail as I would’ve liked, but I think it is quality all the same. I will continue to delve deep into this story, but until it is truly finished I won’t speak any more of that…<br>
Azrael’s World:
Every dimension was under one rule, one tyrannical hand. The superior one usually rules but not normally over all. Entante was his name, ruler of eight dimensions, beginnings of perfections, the yin of the universe’s yang. He was the great deity among men, binding all universes unalike in setting, alike in life. His power was so superfluous that he couldn’t remain in one of the dimensions of his rule. His power had expanded throughout not only the hearts men, but also the setting. As the addition of an anomaly a 9th universe was created, and his rule was nearly diminished. So he gathered among him, eight men from each of these dimensions to create an empire for him. He bonded some of his power into gates, which connected each respective dimension. That would only allowed who he saw fit into them, and in the first universe under his reign, he added a “black” gate, the Starkiller Nebula was made special, for it had the only passage to the 9th dimension, referred to as “the anomaly.”<br> All eight desired officers made their passage to “the anomaly.” Animus, Kaiser Adrienne, Euclid, Remith, Karin, Prichmortus, and Titus all made it to seek an audience with the “emperor,” Entante. Using his voice and his name they ruled the other dimensions as lords to the king.
A single law, a single rule that bound everything in existence together, ruled this universe. Everything must have its opposite. Something, nothing. Floor, Ceiling. Imperfection, Perfection, the creation of Entante. Though the masses unaware of this, its remnants were made clear by not only Entante’s existence but by their whole system.
After Entante’s officers had made their clear Totalitarian reign in each dimension the people weren’t satisfied with the way they were being abused. Not treated as a sect of the people in most cases but as a sect of work. In the wind is how it started, a rebellion among men. Entante had let two men from each dimension enter the gates, one had been a great leader with loyalty but due to the universe’s karma there needed to be an opposite, not loyal, however still a leader in most senses of the word. In their respective dimensions all eight of the stray chosen found themselves leaders of their sects of the people, call it fate if you will. They conspired to defeat Entante, whatever the cost, unaware of what pain his death would bring upon the universe.
No human was ever able to slay Entante, a simpleton couldn’t take a mark of perfection. The eight men gathered in the Starkiller Nebula under the leadership of their strongest leader, Tenebrous, who had discovered the “black” gate long ago. The eight decided, united that they could slay that who was deemed unslayable. In perhaps another act of fate, they were able to defect one of the great leaders from his cause, Animus. He had entered the black gate in order to find a method of defeating the great one. Stealing from him, his great sword he came back telling the others what he had discovered. Sword in hand the eight decided to try to storm Entante, left alone on his throne. They all entered at once, also nearly at once Entante knew who the 8 (Animus decided if they failed she shouldn’t be connected with it) were just about as immediately. His feet lifted off the ground and he soared toward Tenebrous, just as his hand was near Tenebrous’s neck his own sword protruded from his stomach and the dimension in which he lived collapsed, and the 8 returned to their respective dimensions.
The universe in attempt to balances itself out, divided Entante into eight different parts that took perspective as people living in each dimension, each taking with them a strength Entante had…<br>Character Name: Azrael Entante
User Name: theone1batman
Height: 6’3”<br>Weight: 193 ibs.
Gender: Male
Race: Human of sorts
Age: 22 at the time of the first battle 25 by the time of the battle with Julius.
Game: Final War of the Dimensions: Azrael’s Path

Abilities- Flight, Domination of common minds, enhanced senses. (A few are added along his path)
Physical Description- His dark hair often brushes up against his neck giving him a slight tickle. His thin body is overlapped by green armor. The armor protects him from the blows of a common weapon at normal velocities but however cannot protect against an abnormal blow or, a blow with enough power, to crack the armor. All of his body is protected by the elegant green armor except his head, which is left to have him feel the air around him and see the sky in front. From the shoulders of his armor flows two wings that he made himself. There is a steel part of the wing that flows to his lower thigh and between each steel part of the wings is glossy papyrus that he painted with all sorts of things to make it more aerodynamic and strong. In the mid-chest of his armor is the symbol of the faction that was created by Tenebrous, his father figure. The symbol is reminiscent of a Celtic cross with an “A” in the center.
Weapons- He holds on him at all times a spear that is mostly green except for the bladed tip. The javelin is marked with little engravings all over it, some are symbols of his different clans and factions, and others are just to better hold the spear. He also holds on him two auxiliary weapons, two daggers.
Attacks- His attack style is unique to his abilities; most of the time he tries to circle his enemies to not only confuse them but also to give him a more uninterrupted haste. Though sometimes his style is found inappropriate, so it’s a more spirited melee attack style. He’s very skilled with a spear and even when walking on the ground for battle he still uses that circling technique somewhat. When using the two daggers he uses what’s called alternate style, holding one spear as one would hold a sword, and holding the other as one would hold a knife, with the tip pointing outward.

Biography:
Among all the men ever to live in the Starkiller Nebula, only one was ever able to fully take advantage of his environment. His name was Azrael. His long hair reached to the top of his shoulders, blowing in the wind. Though at a first glance he appeared elegant, he was far more so than a first glance could tell. Often people call themselves “abnormal” but he was one of the only men with that true birthright, the only man he knew of in this universe capable of flight. He flew in the morning air, the wind in his face the air around him blue, as it always was where he lived. His jade green armor shimmered in the morning light, protruding from it wings that sustained his journey. The second his feet left the ground it always seemed as if all was right in the world. It isn’t often a soldier can forget his many pains and sorrows but Azrael Entante, the spear-on-foot champion, was as carefree as he was strong.
Finally Azrael’s feet reached the ground to the city below him. It floated among the clouds, so did pieces of rock around it. The graceful castle-looking city was overlooking the most beautiful sky a common man from anywhere else could see. Of course with beauty comes the grotesque. If one were to fall from this city in the sky, there was no ground below, you would fall and fall down a bottomless abyss, until eventually your life was taken from suicide, starvation or most of the time dehydration. Azrael of course never had to worry about this, with his many blessings.

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A company of men stood before him, a parchment in the man in the center’s hand. “Azrael Entante, due to your crimes against King Animus, ruler of our great kingdom. We summon you to shackles, in the stocks of our great city. What say you?” The man’s words spoke. Azrael’s chest slightly went down as he sighed. His eyes closed then man began to speak again looking down at his parchment. “However due to the pending circumstances we cannot just take you to be killed or shackled, we must first grant you one audience with the king.” As if the man had woken up from a trance he shook his head. The scene was that of a playground, all of the men were tools that Azrael could use and manipulate. The king however was no such plaything.
Azrael walked toward the king on the red carpet that lay before him. Animus looked at him with disgust, and anguish. “I should have never helped those simpletons and fools! We were better off with Entante then our worlds falling apart…” Said the king. His words both dazzled and confused the “offspring” of Entante.
“Falling apart?” Azrael queried.
“Yes, our dimension, if Tenebrous has told you about the many dimensions, I’m assuming he has, is falling apart, collapsing upon itself. My guess is, that it’s the result of Entante’s lack of presence.” The king said with a sigh, still angry is prosecution of Azrael’s annoyance hadn’t worked.
“Well if what Tenebrous told me was true, then I am part of Entante, he also told me that somewhere out there I have seven brothers or perhaps some sisters, so maybe they know what’s happening.” Azrael said trying to comfort the king, who he respected, but it wasn’t mutual.
“Though Tenebrous and I may disagree, he is still a man of the utmost intelligence, and yes he is correct. However the same is happening in all eight, well now seven dimensions. Only one solution has been found, but it comes at a heavy cost…” The king said with a deep exhale.
“What? Heavy cost, seven dimensions? I don’t understand.” Azrael said as he attempted to ponder the impending circumstances.
The king let out a sigh. “As much as I have despised you over the years Azrael, you seem to be the only hope for our dimension. One of your brothers, Julius of the Usurper dimension has killed on of your sisters, Juliet. The two dimensions were so alike in setting and in proximity their, deities were alike in name, oh the irony. However, without Juliet to sustain the dimension it just sort of collapse, resulting in what Kaiser and I have theorized as a mass xenocide. Julius, who took on a lot of the qualities of Entante, is greedy, and tyrannical. He discovered that when he killed Juliet, he inherited her deity abilities, giving him much more incentive to well… kill others.” Animus said unsure of almost every word. For some reason he was plagued with a feeling of apathy towards the whole issue.
Animus’s words got into the deepest sanctums of Azrael’s mind. Though he understood what Animus had said, it was a lot to take in at one time. He just stood there with a look of confusion about him, unsure of his next move. His look was a discerning one; he looked at the kind as if he had betrayed him. “So all this time, you had been antagonizing me, for sour reasons? You have been pursing my very existence only to find that you need me. You have betrayed the well-being of your people.” Azrael’s angers built as the feeling for apathy in Animus remained. “You, my liege, disgust me. For if you have truly known this, yet still pursued me, why have you left me to die? Why hath thou forsaken me!” His spear in hand he prepared to charge at Animus.
Just as his feet left the ground a figure jumped from the top of the ceiling to the ground below. Stopping young Azrael from proceeding. “Rolland, meet Azrael.” Animus spoke, a part of Entante’s body, or brethren, whichever you prefer.”<br>Azrael knew immediately what Animus had done. “Filthy betraying scum! You gave our dimension to Kaiser; you hath betrayed your loyal people. If you had not sent my equal to pursue me, my steel would be cleaved in your heart!” Azrael screamed as he leaped forth at the man before him. His whole life Azrael had been building up the subterfuge, his whole life, built up angers, regrets, sorrow, one day it all had to come out. One day he just had to be let free, even at the cost of an eruption.
Rolland stood before Azreal’s blade and without a flinch the steel matched his skin, with no collision. It was if there was nothing between the spear and the ground. Rolland reached beside him grasping an elegant sword the he took from its sheathe. He took a swing at Azrael, the spear still not passing through any tangible matter. The blow glanced slightly off of Azrael’s armor. Shortly after, Azrael removed the spear and quickly took flight and began to circle quickly around Rolland.
The two engaged in what some would call a shadow duel, no real steel or fist touched a body or another piece of steel. Both tried to prepare for the next move. The fight quickly left the king’s main hall, and began taking place in outer sanctums of the city. “Animus didn’t lie when he said you were a hasteful one.” Rolland said, Azrael somewhat still circling him. Azrael’s rage erupted once again and he took another lunge at Rolland, meeting with equal failure that he had seen with the last blow. Somehow, Azrael thought to himself, he’s found someway to make himself transubstantiate through matter. No sword or spear can pierce his flesh. Wait a second though… As Azrael took another moment to ponder his armor was once again met by steel, this time with a much more successful blow than the last. Cracking the emblem on Azrael’s armor. Azrael retreated slightly until they reached the edge of the city.
Azrael let out a slight smirk. Lure him in. He thought to himself. He was going to try to get Rolland to fall off the edge; Rolland however wouldn’t fall for such an inane trick. Azrael began to fly towards him then within seconds began to retreat as if to draw Rolland from his state of non-aggression, but to the dismay of Azrael, Rolland’s blade did a good bit of carving, on his wings. Azrael’s feet met the ground along with a metal clank on the ground. Rolland grasped the wings in hand and tossed them into the sky below, never to return. His smirk was superfluous, he look as if he had a victory over Azrael now before any real further combat could continue. “I’ve taken your advantage.” He said.

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Azrael leaped off of the edge of the city and into the sky below, and Rolland let out a chuckle. “How can this fool be of any relation to me?” Rolland declared as he smirked. Azrael kept falling and falling and falling, the wings just slightly out of his reach. He reached into the inner most power of his being and grabbed that which he held dear in his arms, and just as the wings were in hand his downward propulsion stopped nearly on a dime, and Azrael began to soar up. As Rolland’s back was to him Azrael continued flight toward his diabolical foe. For some reason, he could’ve ended Rolland’s life right there, catching him by surprise with the spear could kill any man, even on with the choice abilities that Rolland had, but instead of a stab or poke he feet flew towards Rolland. When the steel of his boot left the bone of Rolland’s spine, Rolland was struck far forth into the distance.
Call it fate or call it luck, near Rolland was a gate to his own realm, which he took back to his own dimension, expecting Azrael to follow. However before the de-winged champion could enter what would become a chapter of gloom in his life it left Rolland with a period of recollection over what had just happened…<br> Excellent, Animus delivered the mighty Azrael into my hands. The fool has
Figured out no way to make up for my abilities. The victory shall surely be
I Though I am confused, why does he war those wings if he can fly without
Them to be honest? Do the thy simply provide greater balance or is there a
True reason? Well either way I will be able to fly just as he can. No such
Strength shall be awarded to such a hotheaded fool such as him.
Azrael, in his own aerobic dimension, was doing the same, pondering over how to defeat his enemy, which obviously knew more about him then he knew about them. He was like a general that was ambushed, plotting, with haste, his next move. Methinks this art a difficult situation to get out of.. He queried to himself. I think I can… excellent. With his new strategy, all he needed was he enemy’s location to initiate it. He soared over to where he thought that the enemy had hidden himself. Upon the litters and litters of people he saw an interesting landmark and knew immediately where his enemy had gone… The portal.
Azrael full speed, fearing an ambush, flew into the gate, not sure what to expect. Upon reaching the other side, he realized the immense difference in setting and gravitational force. As soon as he entered his foot had to touch the ground for him to keep his balance, like a dove just hit with a stone from above. The area around him was completely wooden, such a feature his eyes had never seen before. He stopped for a moment just to admire the quaint, majestic magnificence that he witnessed. The trees were covered in moss and the ground was covered in dark stones. He was dazzled, and mistakenly so, for just as his eyes began to yield being surprise to focus on the task at hand, he was struck in the arm by a sword.
As Azrael did in many situations, being surprised constituted going upwards, which to an extent he could still do here. As he began to fly, his arm aching in pain, Rolland’s grip on the sword he had stabbed Azrael with weakened, and he feel back down into the abyss of forest, of course not injured, just baffled. Azrael who still ached from the sword still lodged in his arm looked for a city where he could treat such an injury.
Sure enough, not far away was a town, and Azrael was intrigued, he was truly an adventurer at heart. He was like a domesticated animal, discovering a new land. He landed in the city almost forgetting a sword was literally in his skin. Shaking himself out of he took hold of the handle of the sword and painfully took it from his skin, he began to bleed in excess, the people around him look at him with disgust yet, intrigue. He closed his eyes and no one noticed him again. If thou art normal, thou hath no fun. He thought as he chuckled. He saw a cloth near him and covered his wound, which at this point had been bleeding profusely, with the cloth. He began to explore trying to find a way to cloak himself from a normal human being. He did after-all have a spear and two large wings in one arm and a sword that was not under his ownership. He threw the sword into a nearby alley and grasped his victorious spear in the now vacant hand. He couldn’t dominate Rolland’s mind so he needed a new plan of action. He was a local pub in his path, pub translate into any dimension. Would I be a coward to hide? Methinks not
Azrael sat on a nearby chair in the corner. Seeing more cloth he wrapped it around his arm in order to better clot the blood. He looked at his arm then over his shoulder. This would be easy to fix. He picked up his winds and carefully crossed the street to a nearby smithy. He took of his armor and mended his wings back to his armor, still weary from his wound, and of course the incurring stress that Rolland had incurred upon him. After finishing his much needed repairs he put back on his armor, and saw a cloak on a hook beside him. He “borrowed” it and left the smithy to go to the edge of town, holding his arm the whole way. He was trying to makeshift his old plan into this new setting.
Rolland was in fierce search of Azrael. I shouldn’t have underestimated him. He thought and searched for Azrael just inside the city limits. It was usually easy for Rolland to find something, considering his abilities. However Azrael was no easy catch, particularly when he’s incognito. Seething through all the cracks of the city he searched for Azrael.
Azrael was prepared now. He had found a building perfect for his plan at the very edge of town. It was two floors with a patio on the second floor, and a stone fence leading off into the distance. Rolland started heading this way, Azrael could feel it. So he hid himself against the wall at the second floor. When Rolland reached the edge of town and one side of the chest-height wall is when Azrael would strike. Tis time to pay this villain back for what he hath done to me. With a loud scream. He went at Rolland his face toward the middle of the wall. Rolland tried to go through the wall, as Azrael knew he would, so in rectification of this Azrael pulled his two sheathed daggers out and put them on both sides of the wall, either way Rolland substantiated he would be impaled with a dagger. Not expecting this he ran right into Azrael’s trap and only seconds later his life was taken.

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Unaware of the repercussions of his actions Azrael raised his arms in victory at the standing atop the fence. What he didn’t expect was for the universe around him to collapse. Even though black and nothingness was around him he still existed, floating in the nothingness. He transcended time and space, it was near an eternity that he spent floating, a foreign creature in a non-existent world, left behind only because the universe needed him alive to remain stable. I’ve committed xenocide, just as my brother before me. He sobbed into nothingness, he spear clutched in his hands.
For a while, it seemed as if not hope would ever come, that Azrael would simply float forever. To his dismay however there was a gate below him, being the only thing he had seen in what was an eternity to him. He floated toward it and flew inside, ready for whatever was ahead, by this time his arm had healed and his body was weary from no activity.
Passing through a new dimension he found his feet on the ground and a single tear went down his face. Seeing someone pass through the gate a woman near it picked up a dagger and was about to attack Azrael with it, Azrael of course unaware of it, but for some reason her hand couldn’t find it’s way onto his body. “It’s, not you… I know it.” She said in a weak voice.
“Who doth that?” Azrael retorted, not trying to dominate the minds around him to be unaware of his presence. The girl immediately smiled at his wording, and a tear of relief went down her face. This was Eureka, the deity of the dimension closest in setting to Azrael, its name was Appiphrius Numerios Levia, a name that held no meaning to it anymore, but in the native tongue of the people who used to live in this place it meant, “Beautiful Perfect Land.” Eureka was not short in height, little shorter than Azrael and breathtakingly beautiful. Her hair reached the top of her breasts, which one would joke, accounted for the substantial difference in height. Her eyes met Azrael’s and they saw attraction immediately. Is that my… sister? Azrael shook it off immediately but in his head began to try to legitimize a relationship in his head. For minutes about minutes neither said a word, and a crowd started gathering looking at the two. After a while, Azrael realized this and dominated their minds blocking both of them from common sight, but there was one among them that wasn’t fooled…<br> Later Azrael and Eureka were in a local pub discussing what was going on. Azrael spoke first and told her what he knew and what had happened in the episode he referred to as “Azrael vs. Rolland.” She looked at him with much interest, and listened to every word she had to say. At about this time she realized the same as Azrael did long ago that this was her “brother” but she still couldn’t stop being attracted to him. “So what knoweth thee?” Azrael asked, sometimes he talked in such messages it was difficult to decode. In his universe he was called crazy for talking like Tenebrous did, but everyone from another dimension deemed it eloquent.
“Well, you actually informed by about a great many things… I did not know about the collapsing of the dimensions, all I knew was I was the next victim in Julius’s warpath.” Eureka said, as a man approached he looked remarkably similar to the man, not baffled before.
“That’s because I chose not to tell you, until now…” Said the man, who seemed to deeply know Eureka.
“Father?” Eureka replied, not sure of what to say. She was a bit perplexed to say the least. Azrael on the other hand, looked quite interested, like a dog who had seen something he had never seen before.
“Yes, yes, hello Azrael I am Titus, the Entante officer of this region and all that. Just don’t speak until I finish explaining this… there’s something I have to tell you both. I’ve done quite a bit of research about Entante, and from the best I can gather, he is not one entity at all, but rather several humans combined into one entity. However from the transitions to and from dimensions united, which mind you was before the gates were in place created and special abilities that he inherited, which all of you are blessed with one, and Azrael I’m guessing now two?” Azrael nodded and Titus continued. “You see the when life was first spawned, a cycle existed this cycle throughout my findings has been called, the Karmic Cycle. Which I think Azrael is familiar with but I know Eureka is not. You see everything must have its opposite, even people. Imperfection and a lack of bonds between dimensions, created a need for both, though life was able to sustain itself for a short time granting certain humans with “abnormal” abilities that I call perfections. At random wasn’t good enough, so the universe naturally did what it always does, tried to balance it out. So it took one person from each dimension and bam struck them together. My guess is also when it split apart you were the same people you were before just without the recollection of your memories from that life.”<br> “So we are incarnations… so to speak?” Eureka asked, trying to take all this in.
“In a way yes, I think you get that. Now apart from what I have found is my personal opinion on the subject. I knew Entante, though he was “perfect” as I gather, he remained irrevocably human, just an interesting one. His ideas and how he spoke was so conflicted, as if he suffered from a great opposite from the two dominant personas… In my opinion, you Azrael, and Julius.” Titus spoke and Azrael looked on with the utmost attentiveness. Eureka’s ego was offended at that last comment. “Also, he had other personality deficiencies as well, in fact he was far from what a common mind would describe as perfect… leading me to an irrelevant but interesting epiphany. The universe describes being conflicted as perfect, it describes being different perfect, which would mean thus, that we, as humans, are nearly all the same, the strive for difference is failed by the inevitable conforma—” Just then he was cut off by an explosion that killed him nearly on impact. A new voice started…<br>

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“You two are the last!” It said. Azrael and Eureka knew immediately that it was Julius. “I am the one, the alpha and omega, coming to claim you lives!” He said as he diabolically laughed. Another blast appeared this time in of Eureka damaging her nearly to death in a single blow. Azrael kneeled to the floor trying to comfort her.
“Kill me, kill me!” She exclaimed to Azrael. He looked back at her and knew he must.
“What skills do you possess?” Azrael asked, another energy blast came at them; this one went veering off course into the wall behind them.
“I… can.” She stopped and coughed a little blood. “Move things, with my mind.” She said in bitter agony. More blasts came at them all veering off course. “Do it!” She screamed. Sure enough Azrael, sobbing, took up his spear and stabbed into hear heart. Azrael’s face was in tears, he had killed that which he felt for, and yet again the dimension disappeared as it did before, but instead of bringing Julius and Azrael into nothingness, all the powers of the universe were gathered in one place, of nothingness, thus “the anomaly” was created once again, and this would be the setting for the final battle. Julius holding five abilities unknown to Azrael, and Azrael holding three unknown to Julius.
Azrael still in tears over what he deemed a defeat began to snarl at Julius, who surprisingly paid attention. “Julius, thou art vigorous in failure. The heart of a coward and villain lays within thy chest, for thou hath thieved from your brethren to make thy own feeble nature known. Thy loyalty belongs to disgust! If thou art truly thy brother’s keeper, thine would seek not to break the glass that is our accursed family, but seek to bring together thy toppled shards therefore.” Azrael began to rant.
Julius interrupted, “but I have been seeking that that brother, have not the dimensions been bound?”<br> “Thouest seeketh nothing but greed! Cowardice is thy guide, sword and master, not thou’s forsaken valor. Thouest seeks a “destined” breaker from the whim destiny had chosen for thee truly. Thou hath spat on fate, which had been good to the mightiest man ever to live. I shall take fate’s spear and plunge it into the lost inequities of thy bitter heart!” Azrael exclaimed in a bitter rage and charged at Julius furious. Not the best strategy when your enemy is by textbook superior. Julius took the spear out of his hand, and bent it in half and kicked Azrael to the side who was stricken to the side of his “father’s” former throne.
Azrael got up with much resilience. He drew both of his daggers out of their sheaths and Julius smiled, and drew his sword. His sword was beautiful and was maybe the sharpest sword Azrael had ever encountered. The two entered a duel, ruled mostly by Julius, who couldn’t land a blow on Azrael due to his new abilities of materialization of matter. Finally, being the superior sword duelist Julius’s sword lie deep in Azrael’s chest. Ready for him to materialize, but Azrael then felt a voice… “Let me help you!” it said, and the sword left his chest and whole body in fact and the handle left from Julius’s hand, surprised and perplexed he looked at Azrael as the final blow was landed on him. Julius was stabbed in the heart, and was dead.

Yet another Authors note: As long as this is, keep in mind this is the abridged version of the story… I felt Azrael was incomplete without the story.

Famous Quote
“Julius, thou art vigorous in failure. The heart of a coward and villain lays within thy chest, for thou hath thieved from your brethren to make thy own feeble nature known. Thy loyalty belongs to disgust! If thou art truly thy brother’s keeper, thine would seek not to break the glass that is our accursed family, but seek to bring together thy toppled shards therefore. Thouest seeketh nothing but greed! Cowardice is thy guide, sword and master, not thou’s forsaken valor. Thouest seeks a “destined” breaker from the whim destiny had chosen for thee truly. Thou hath spat on fate, which had been good to the mightiest man ever to live. I shall take fate’s spear and plunge it into the lost inequities of thy bitter heart!”<br>
Epilogue:
When Azrael kills Julius, Entante is born again no different than before. It was as if no time had passed between when the sword got into Entante’s body originally, the events of the story weren’t important at all in the end, only that it had an ending.

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