Malphas stands tall and imposing, his gaze sweeping over the bustling streets and crowds of humans with a keen interest. His entourage, a formidable force of supernatural beings, follows in his wake, their every move guided by his will and command.
“Ok, now that we are on the surface, time to explore. Now, what have these humans have been up to,” Malphas says, As he speaks, his voice carries a weight and authority that commands attention, his words infused with a deep sense of curiosity and intrigue.
“Good question my lord,” Samael says. “Abaddon, Belphegor, Mammon, Asmodeus. You heard our lord, go ask around and look where they have been coming and going,” He says with a snap sending the four out into the crowds.
Samael responds to his inquiry, his words ringing out with a fierce intensity, Abaddon, Belphegor, Mammon, and Asmodeus spring into action, their lithe forms darting through the throngs of people in search of information.
“Well, while we wait on them, why don’t we walk?” Malphas said.
Malphas and his remaining entourage set out on foot, their movements graceful and effortless as they weave their way through the crowds with the ease of practiced predators.
“Yea, lets do that,” Lilith says with enthusiasm
“I’ll walk by your side anywhere,” Naamah says, competing.
Naamah, her lithe form moving with a fierce grace that speaks of her otherworldly heritage, bounces with excitement at the prospect of exploring the world above ground. And as Lilith competes for Malphas’ attention, her curves accentuated by the tightness of her clothing, he can feel the raw power of his own charisma pulsing through his veins.
With a regal air, Malphas and his entourage enter the grand building with the confidence of conquerors. As they cross the threshold, the very atmosphere seems to shift, the energy around them humming with a potent mix of power and mystery.
Inside, a priest greets them with a warm smile, his eyes flickering with curiosity as he takes in the sight of the formidable group before him.
“Greetings and welcome to the Church of Varahran, honored guests,” he says with a deep bow. “May I inquire as to the purpose of your visit? Are you adventurers, merchants, craftsmen, or perhaps something else entirely?”
Malphas, his piercing gaze scanning the surroundings with a sharp eye, pauses for a moment before responding with a deep rumble in his voice, “Hmm… a good question indeed. We are the first one, adventurers, seeking to explore and conquer the unknown. Is that satisfactory for your esteemed church, good sir?”
The priest nods with a gleam in his eyes, his curiosity piqued by the powerful aura emanating from Malphas and his entourage. As they exchange pleasantries, the air seems to vibrate with an unspoken tension, as though something significant is about to happen. For this is no ordinary group of adventurers, but rather, a force to be reckoned with, a band of supernaturally gifted beings whose mere presence commands respect and fear in equal measure. But for now, they are human.
Malphas leaned forward, his curiosity piqued by the mention of this enigmatic being. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of creature could shape-shift into someone’s deepest desires.
“So, what is this Varahran you speak of?” he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of awe.
The priest’s eyes sparkled with a fervor as he began to speak. “He is the being that greets us all before we enter this world. Varahran is the embodiment of pure energy, the essence of creation itself. And yet, he takes on the form of the one and only thing that resonates with each of us individually. It’s said that those who have seen him have witnessed him transform into the people they love, long to be with, miss dearly, or even the last person they saw before death.”
Malphas couldn’t help but feel a sense of reverence for this powerful being. “So, what do you all do here?” he inquired.
The priest smiled, his eyes warm with the light of shared experience. “We come together and share stories of the people we saw in Varahran when we died on Earth. It’s a place where we can connect with others who have had similar experiences, and discuss the impact that Varahran’s appearance had on us.”
Malphas nodded in understanding, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to learn more about this fascinating being. He couldn’t wait to hear the stories of those who had encountered Varahran, and to share his own experiences as well.
Malphas listens intently, his piercing gaze fixed on the priest as he speaks of Varahran. The concept of a being who shape shifts into a loved one or lost acquaintance is intriguing, and Malphas can feel the excitement building within him.
“Interesting,” he murmurs, his voice carrying a hint of awe. “So, this is a place of remembrance then, a place where memories are shared and celebrated?”
The priest nods, a smile spreading across his face. “Yes, exactly. We come together to honor those who have passed on, to share their stories and keep their memory alive. It’s a way of connecting with the ones we’ve lost and finding comfort in their memory.”
Malphas nods, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I can see the appeal,” he says. “In a way, it’s like we’re immortalizing the people we’ve lost, keeping them alive through our memories and stories.”
The priest nods in agreement, his eyes shining with appreciation. “Yes, that’s exactly it,” he says. “And it’s a powerful thing, to be able to connect with the ones we’ve lost and keep their memory alive.”
“May we look around?” Malphas inquires.
“Yes, yes, please go ahead,” The priest says with a smile. “I’m alway’s here if you all have questions.”
Malphas grinned with excitement as he took in the sights and sounds of the room. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries, each depicting a different scene from Varahran’s many transformations. The air was filled with the scent of incense and candles, creating an otherworldly atmosphere that filled Malphas with a sense of wonder.
As he made his way through the room, he saw people of all ages gathered in small groups, their faces alight with joy as they shared their stories with one another. Some were laughing and joking, while others were quietly reflecting on their experiences. And in the center of the room, there was a large altar, adorned with candles and offerings of flowers and fruit.
Malphas couldn’t help but feel a sense of reverence as he approached the altar. He could feel the energy of the room swirling around him, filling him with a sense of peace and comfort. And as he gazed upon the offerings, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to connect with others who had experienced the same thing.
Lilith’s eyes widened as she pointed to one of the statues in the room. “Hey, Lord Malphas, doesn’t that look like Asmodeus?” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with wonder.
Malphas followed her gaze, his eyes alighting upon the grand statue of the demon in question. It was a towering figure, at least 50 feet tall, made of solid black stone with intricate carvings covering every inch of its surface. Asmodeus’ arms were outstretched, as if to embrace all who came before him.
“It does, doesn’t it?” Malphas responded, his voice echoing through the room.
His entourage nodded in agreement, their eyes fixed on the imposing figure before them.
“Hmm… I shall take this as a sign that he will come to me with the news. What do you all think?” Malphas asked, his eyes alight with anticipation.
“Most definitely,” his entourage responded in unison, their voices filled with reverence.
As if on cue, Asmodeus appeared before them, his eyes alight with the fire of knowledge.
“I asked around, my lord, and I’ve found what you seek,” he said, bowing low at Malphas’ feet.
Malphas grinned with excitement, his heart racing with anticipation. “Tell me, what have you learned?” he asked, his voice filled with urgency.
Asmodeus rose to his full height, his eyes shining with the light of truth. “I have found a female adventurer who knows of the guild you seek. They are called The Silver Blade Guild, and they reside in the nearby city.”
Malphas’ eyes widened with excitement. “Good job, my friend. Let us make haste to this guild and find out what they know,” he said, his voice filled with determination.
And with that, they set off on their journey, their hearts filled with a sense of purpose and excitement. For they knew that whatever lay ahead, they were prepared to face it with all the strength and courage at their disposal.
They made their way through the throngs of people, the streets teemed with activity, a veritable feast for the senses. The smells of exotic spices and sizzling meats wafted through the air, mingling with the sounds of clanging smiths and raucous laughter. Malphas and his entourage moved with a regal grace, their eyes taking in every sight and sound with a keen interest.
The vendors that lined the streets vied for their attention, offering a dizzying array of wares, from gleaming weapons to intricately woven fabrics. The smiths hammered away at glowing anvils, their muscles rippling with each mighty blow. The inns and taverns overflowed with patrons, their voices raised in song and merriment.
As they walked, the crowds parted before them like the Red Sea, for none could deny the sheer power and magnetism of Malphas and his entourage. And as they moved through the bustling streets, the very ground seemed to tremble beneath their feet, as if acknowledging the raw potency of their presence.
At every turn, new wonders awaited them, each more magnificent than the last. And as they journeyed through the vibrant, bustling city, the world around them seemed to shrink away, leaving nothing but Malphas and his entourage, the only true masters of this world.
As they approached the Guild, the very ground beneath their feet trembled with anticipation. The towering structure loomed above them, its ornate architecture a testament to the skill and craftsmanship of its builders. Malphas and his entourage stepped forward, their eyes gleaming with fierce determination as they prepared to enter this hallowed place.
