[ Niah does stop sniffing when he's done. Joonghyuk eyes her sword and squints cause... It does look to big for her. His own is proper size for himself. ]
[ Niah is just chilling, well-behaved. Doesn't bark or bother. There's a glint of interest in Joonghyuk's eyes when she says she's the best. ]
"Supreme King" is a title of the strongest—the king among kings. Royalty has little to do with it. [ He doesn't care about that. ] Games were part of my old profession.
Importantly, the games listed on my profile are not the same as the "games" you think are tied to the titles.
[ He'd rather not mislead if he's not getting anything from it. A moment as he tries to figure out how to explain in layman terms. ]
The manifestation of the universe's will calls for the end of worlds, each made into a spectacle for the gods' entertainment. Their favorite story is a bloody one... The "games" focus on survival and competition. Every scenario had an objective, conditions, and rewards—failure often equates death. Only the strong survive.
They're similar to the killing "games" we've all experienced, but more people.
I would not call the trials and executions justice. They are their own means of killing.
[hmm. anyway, she's quiet for a moment.]
That wasn't insignificant, so. Where I am from, necromancy is - not common, per se, but the line runs through all of the noble houses. A skill expected of the heirs. My own house had grown poor, our numbers dwindled, and we were dying out, but I was born, the most powerful necromancer in generations, for the purpose of restoring its former glory.
When I was seventeen, the Emperor, our God, called upon all of the heirs to all nine houses and their sworn swords, their cavaliers, to compete for the chance to ascend and become one of his immortal saints. The competition was intense, at first one of study and great danger, wherein we would piece together the secret to immortality. Eventually, we came to realize we were not merely dying off in accidents, but were being hunted one by one. One of the old saints, thousands of years old, had returned for the purpose of preventing any of us from achieving what had been done to her. Immortality, it turns out, is a dreadful thing, and it costs dearly.
The secret to immortality is to sacrifice another person and consume their soul, burning it permanently within yourself as fuel. Three of us necromantic heirs solved it. One refused outright to do it. One murdered her cavalier immediately and became nearly the saint's match. But I was forced to do it when my own cavalier sacrificed herself so that I could kill the saint. Since then, I have been trying to undo what I have done, save her life if possible but if not, at least not spend eternity devouring her.
And I have solved it, what God himself could not do, but now I am here.
[ He doesn't disagree. Without a word, he listens intently. His wolf seems to do the same. It's a bit sad, but Joonghyuk doesn't offer her pity. In the end, things are good?? ]
You've found the answers you needed. [ Tone implication: commendable. ] This is more than I expected to hear.
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[ Niah does stop sniffing when he's done. Joonghyuk eyes her sword and squints cause... It does look to big for her. His own is proper size for himself. ]
Your page said you're a necromancer.
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[she squints at the wolf, but if she's no longer squinting, she's less bothered.]
Your page says you're a king who plays a lot of games.
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"Supreme King" is a title of the strongest—the king among kings. Royalty has little to do with it. [ He doesn't care about that. ] Games were part of my old profession.
You are the only necromancer I've met.
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[she frowns.]
What sort of "games" bestow such a title?
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[ Is that right? ]
My story is not free. [ ... ] But I'm willing to trade, as you are the best necromancer.
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...Within reason. [it undermines her coolness but she feels the need to clarify, apparently.]
As for a trade, I will tell you something, but not everything. And I don't suppose you will tell me everything, either.
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[ The coolness has to stay. ]
We reached an agreement?
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[ He'd rather not mislead if he's not getting anything from it. A moment as he tries to figure out how to explain in layman terms. ]
The manifestation of the universe's will calls for the end of worlds, each made into a spectacle for the gods' entertainment. Their favorite story is a bloody one... The "games" focus on survival and competition. Every scenario had an objective, conditions, and rewards—failure often equates death. Only the strong survive.
They're similar to the killing "games" we've all experienced, but more people.
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If that's what the entity here finds entertaining, yes. If the tedious trial and execution style is what they like, then no.
At home, people killed whenever and whomever they wanted. Justice meant nothing.
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[hmm. anyway, she's quiet for a moment.]
That wasn't insignificant, so. Where I am from, necromancy is - not common, per se, but the line runs through all of the noble houses. A skill expected of the heirs. My own house had grown poor, our numbers dwindled, and we were dying out, but I was born, the most powerful necromancer in generations, for the purpose of restoring its former glory.
When I was seventeen, the Emperor, our God, called upon all of the heirs to all nine houses and their sworn swords, their cavaliers, to compete for the chance to ascend and become one of his immortal saints. The competition was intense, at first one of study and great danger, wherein we would piece together the secret to immortality. Eventually, we came to realize we were not merely dying off in accidents, but were being hunted one by one. One of the old saints, thousands of years old, had returned for the purpose of preventing any of us from achieving what had been done to her. Immortality, it turns out, is a dreadful thing, and it costs dearly.
The secret to immortality is to sacrifice another person and consume their soul, burning it permanently within yourself as fuel. Three of us necromantic heirs solved it. One refused outright to do it. One murdered her cavalier immediately and became nearly the saint's match. But I was forced to do it when my own cavalier sacrificed herself so that I could kill the saint. Since then, I have been trying to undo what I have done, save her life if possible but if not, at least not spend eternity devouring her.
And I have solved it, what God himself could not do, but now I am here.
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You've found the answers you needed. [ Tone implication: commendable. ] This is more than I expected to hear.
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[scowling a little, though she didn't really expect that reaction, either. when she's still so determined to hate him.]
I will leave here, and then it will be done in earnest.
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No.
Because he’s a rude bitch, he doesn’t wait for her to leave. He goes, but Niah lingers longer to look at her before trailing after him. ]
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