The day is jubilant, confetti flies, cheers are high! From the sky the view from the bird is blissful. Down low, the people are full of celebration. The city full of ribbons and banners raised high, hung from post to post, and held on strong flag poles. The unique aquamarine sky with its yellow-orange clouds in the low haze of an early sunset. This was the perfect time for the main guest of the event Kinas Agoud, heir of the primordial flow of the light and the dark. He would become the new foundation for a new universe to be born from the old. This was his coronation, his time to ascend to bear the mantle of Emperor.
The unique black son slowly drifted down as the brilliant silver moon rose. As the feather falls so do we fall upon the streets, a gust of wind blowing us along the long parade of animals and people. Those you would commonly see in a parade were all various kinds of dragon. We find ourselves upon him the veiled child of the primordials…
Kinas Agoud, his name translates to Twilight Emperor. He was gorgeously adorned in royal silk, and armor. His chosen colors were unique even among his parents. He chose a wonderful super black color for the main color of his fashion, with a secondary violet color, golden trim, and a soft evening glow of simple light on some seams and buttons. Due to the uniqueness of his birth, his head slowly vanished, requiring him to wear a unique and ornate veil, which would hold with him the power to manifest a new reality. He was powerful, his youth would be his limiter at the time.
As he was carried upon the elegant Draius Elepus, a draconic elephant. He waved to the people, small laughter escaping his being. Shouts of love and returned love came from he and the people, they were all truly ready and excited for their hopes and dreams to come true.
As his mount reached the end the sun and moon were matched in perfect harmony, being near the same size as they rested like eyes upon the world. His shiny mother, an immodest woman of lust and bliss ;she preferred whites, silvers, and blues upon her fashion, and father contrary to the mother was Regal and modest, armored and well robed; jet black, and crimson with gold. Kinas sure took more of his father’s since in fashion.
They awaited for him, for the parade to end, this major feat of pride to be enjoyed by all. Sadly, the twisted knife came with cruelty, ready to enjoy the ruin he would bring. The moment Kinas had begun to step down, the Precursor struck, killing his mother in an instant, the screams wild leaving her body. His father quick to strike alas, his blade was shattered he went down with a groan, reaching for his dying wife. Aeon laughed as his assault was quick and full of ease. The people screamed as they scattered, he would ignore Kinas, leaving the poor boy to run to his dying parents. Tears ran down his face, positioning his parents so they could hold their hands one last time, he knew they would fade soon.
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Soon, the screams and begging would end, the sounds of chaos, and destruction were all over. Kinas stood, taking off the veil, but his anger denied the promised coming, instead, it turned into pure vengeful power. His body would become jet black as his clothing and armor burned away, draconic bone forming over his own being, the skull bursting up with eyes shining through the maw. “I will end you monster!!!!” A pained Kinas would scream, lunging at Aeon, a pure helix of crimson lightning in hands, to strike the man who murdered his parents and people. The precursor proud in himself would take a direct hit, only to realize this boy was not a simple foe. He had indeed done a fine blow, a wounded hand was now upon Aeon’s right side.
“I see boy, you are a monster too, you will do nicely for my plans. I just need to make sure that your soul is in check first.” The snarky man said with a grin, ear to ear. He did not need the soul, just the body, he planned on erasing the young soul before him. A rough and terrible battle would be had, destroying the city and damaging the planet, the heart of Kinas. Craters formed, as parts of the star rose around the planet, Kinas was losing despite the blows he made. He would make a final gambit upon Aeon, failing would cost him life, succeeding would win him the ruined universe before him… Sadly, Kinas would die here. His soul would leave his body upon the final moment, into the divide, the imaginary crossroads between all. If he had not done so the soul of Kinas would have been lost for all memoria.
During this time Kinas would visit many worlds, being reborn over, over, and over again. He was training, learning, growing, and mastering magic and abilities. Power he never knew he would have, tech he would never see others, and unbreaking bonds. He could never dream, until one night, when he and the other would both share one fine and awakening dream. Until then Kinas Agoud, would be a lone wanderer.
Thus, Dracosus and the other planets that fell before, harvested all matter and mass, broke down and turned into material, fuel and the technologies used to create bio-weapons and instruments of war and annihilation…
