The universe is a beast.
The body is made from tiny stuff, from near-nothings. From atoms swimming through a blood of crackling sparks. Simple, eternal Laws shape the beast. The largest galaxy is ruled by principles of mass and motion. Electrons are slaves to charge and to chance. And this is why the universe feels inexhaustible, eternal.
No sun complains about its death. Life is the problem. Life can be woven from flesh or circuit or thoughtful light. Origins don't matter. But small, half-smart creatures have a fierce talent for denying the inevitable, for balking and complaining about injustices that don't exist and consequences that should be borne in silence.
--Adonai Lunaros
overviewMillenia ago, Adonai was an Annunaki tyrant on a primordial Nibiru beset by unending war. After the Creation Saga, Nibiru was vacated by the creators which had previously nurtured it, and their absence locked its denizens into a desperate battle for survival. The world's races, without knowledge of their previous selves, were locked in a life-and-death struggle. The Annunaki, once the fulcrum of planet Nibiru, became isolated and xenophobic, cave-dwelling and tribal. By the time Adonai was thirty years old, he had dominated many of the tribes and could be compared to Nibiru's Alexander the Great. If he was Alexander the Great, then Prometheus would be his Aristotle. Prometheus loved the Annunaki more than the Isu, who had banished most of his family to the Blind Eternities. When En-il decreed that the Isu must turn their eyes away from Nibiru, Prometheus defied him in secret. He felt that the Annunaki should stand upright as the gods did, to have the confidence to explore, discover and learn. But such insights would be useless hidden in the mind of one brilliant God, and so to fulfill the potential of the Annunaki, Prometheus took Adonai as a pupil. Quite possibly it was the passion for progress that fired Adonai, and Prometheus impregnated him with a feverish determination to see everything in the world for himself, conquering what empires lay en route. He came to learn about the plight of Enoch and the mystified Isu, the Mantle of Responsibility as well as the lurking Emanations and the vast galaxy in which his planet was only a granule. Obsessed with their majesty, Adonai learned as much as he could about his world's ancient creators, even going so far as to style himself as an Isu. He had a talent for battle and gained status as a conqueror, taking upon the last name of Lunaros. His lessons with Prometheus gave him a unique perspective on the universe; he saw it as an unbroken whole and aspired to understand its deepest mysteries. Together with his pupil, Prometheus plotted to redeem the existence of the Annunaki by purloining Enoch's soul from Elysium, which had been hidden there by En'il. He intended to give the power of Enoch to Adonai, and by extension, make him the prime inheritor of the Mantle of Responsibility. Adonai urged his teacher to commit to the plan and swore by his honor as a Lunaros that when the day came, he would defend Prometheus from the wrath of En-il. Prometheus obliged.
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adonai lunarosBiographical information
Other names: Great Seed, Jove, Lightbringer, First Navigator, King of Subjucation, King of Nibiru, First of His Name, He Who Mastered Light Species: Annunaki Gender: Male Hair Color: Ivory, streaks of gold POLITICAL AND MILITARY INFO.
Affiliation: Pathfinder Order House Lunaros Class: Arc Crusader (King in All Directions) Possession(s)
techniques, traits and abilities
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When claimed, the power of the Enoch's soul gave Adonai the power and knowledge which Enoch had previously possessed, and in a sense connected them together closer than any type of blood relation could. After borrowing power from the First Flame, he became made of inmost Light, burning away his organs and sapient biological concerns into two: Crux and Core. He used this newfound power and knowledge to challenge the beasts who had grown fierce, while the rest of the Annunaki were feeble and unprotected. En-il, when he realized what had been done, in his anger took Prometheus from Adonai and punished him swiftly. This would be the last time that Adonai speak with his mentor and surrogate father-figure, knowing that the Isu had done exactly what Prometheus had foreseen. He used this newfound power and knowledge to challenge the everlasting Isu that ruled over the galaxy, peeling apart their caul with lightning and ultimately rendering them mainly extinct. The partial extinction of the Isu, named the Great Hunt, later came to be known as the passing of the Age of Darkness. Then begun the Age of Starlight.
THE AGE OF STARLIGHT
Adonai spent the next hundred years unifying the many tribes of Nibiru, and under his leadership, the Annunaki became political, militaristic and religious. They became a culture that practiced imperial geopolitical dominance through implied means of power as opposed to direct military force until the entire planet was under martial law. Seeking to fulfill the Mantle of Responsibility, Adonai turned his eyes to the skies and spent decades exploring galaxies with his armed forces, enforcing order and Annunaki culture alongside his pupil, Darrien. Adonai's ecumene (translated word for empire) rotated somewhat around the idea of two: a pupil and an apprentice, of which he based off of his relationship with Prometheus. Adonai's ecumene consisted of three million habitable worlds at its peak. The political center of this empire was in Niburu, where Annunaki life had began.
vicious war & death
At the peak of the Forerunner Order's
personality & traits
This quest to fulfill the Mantle has haunted me my entire life. And for countless millennia, we have failed to realize the one truth that could have saved us from the beginning. The Mantle isn't to be inherited by the noble, it is to be taken by the strong.
--Adonai announces his new beliefs to the Forerunner ecumene.
Adonai was a highly experienced and powerful warrior, a result of his millennia-long career as the universe's self-appointed conqueror. Before his corruption via power, Adonai was actually a noble and sensible figure. He adhered strictly to the cultural guidelines set in place by the Annunaki and would fiercely clash with anyone or anything that would oppose those ideals. This was the initial reason for his dislike for the Reclaimers, as he viewed them and their origins to be an affront to everything the Mantle stood for. After he received the First Flame, Adonai underwent a drastic shift in his personality. He became much less rational, his psyche distorting to the point of insanity. He developed a belief in absolute, unconditional Annunaki supremacy, justifying his violent seizing of the Mantle from the Isu by means of mercilessly eliminating any species who might challenge Annunaki dominance.
LORE PIECE: A PROMISE, WRIT IN BLOOD
"It has been done, great seed."
Aethos' great body slithered around from behind the thick column of a dilapidated prayer shrine that had since lost its war against the seasons. Though Aethos spoke, his lips did not move. He clutched something in his cold hands . . . something bright, something radiant. Something Adonai feverishly wanted.
"What of the Skymen?" Adonai used the end of his cape to buff some venomous green blood from the steel of his longsword, no doubt belonging to the reptilian Ochoi'i that were native to the gas planet where men and god convened. He dared not look at Aethos in this state.
Some time passed before the Titan replied, motes of ashen snow drifting aimlessly to the ground.
"Vicious beasts," Aethos began. "Honorless, malignant," he continued, the light in his eyes replaced with an infinite emptiness. Adonai grew impatient of
Aethos' incoherent meltdowns. It seemed to the man-King as though they'd become more frequent as of late. His wise Aethos, come from a place where knowledge of the stars were as trite as it was to Adonai to weave stone to blade, was now subject to fits of delirium. Aethos was nearing the ends of his usefulness.
"They squabble, they battle. Their true nature subverted. All that is left is a final push, yes, a thrust to the future."
Adonai cocked his head to the side, attempting to decipher Aethos' cryptic language.
"I'm teetering on the edge, great seed. Woe is my future, but . . . yours, it shall herald a greatness from here to the uncharted ends of our universe."
Adonai's blade found itself in its sheath again, a rare sight. It'd spent more time freed from its sheath in the last two moonspans than it had in his one-hundred-and-two years of living.
"Then let us proceed and set forth our plans in motion." Adonai walked up the acid-weathered steps and lifted his helmet from his head, tucking it beneath his arm. His ivory hair fell free, streaks of gold and platinum raking through his braids. Adonai extended his hand for the glowing boon, but only the snow kissed his gloves.
Aethos reluctantly looked down into the contents of his hand--a little burning iota of fire, the light of which reflected off his milky eyes.
"No!" The Titan shouted, his voice like the rumble of a plateshift. He recoiled to hide behind the thickest pillar on the altar, tumbling over a column that would then shatter into a thousand pieces.
Adonai was unmoved.
"I fear, great seed." Aethos, steeped in fear, peeked down at Adonai from behind the pillar with the mote of light clutched protectively to his chest. "I fear what the Skymen might do to me. I fear . . . what you could become."
Adonai pondered what Aethos had meant by that--what he could become. A unifier of worlds? A cruel tyrant? Adonai shook the dust of distant soil from his hair and placed himself in the shadow of his mentor.
"Once, in this very spot, you lectured me on the Skymen and their mistreatment of your kind. You related their circumstances to me in simplespeak; they are in a prison now, and the key has been rent to scraps, yes?"
Aethos flinched as though he had been dealt a physical blow. The topic always hurt him so.
Pathetic, Adonai thought, feeling a disgust in his stomach. "You chose me, Adonai of Clan Lunaros, and wisely did you choose." Adonai turned his back and spread his arms in a gesture of all-encompassing power. "For there is no Annunaki greater, no man or woman who dare challenge me, 'lest they meet a ruinous end. Nibiru is mine and mine alone." Adonai turned, knowing that words alone could not placate the fears of his mentor.
"So a promise . . . writ in blood, I shall offer to you, o' great Aethos. Let your fears be drowned, and let my promise echo through eternity."
Aethos careened forward with a renewed interest, his massive head looming over the temple. All Annunaki--particularly Adonai--had reservations to the spilling of their own blood. The blood of a warrior is his essence, and his essence is his honor . . . spilling one's blood is therefore understood to lose one's honor. Nevertheless, Adonai acted with a haste. With a ceremonial knife in hand, he drew a red line across the flat of his palm, blood immediately rushing to paint his hand in a gloss of red. With a tilted head, Aethos gawked at the blood.
"A promise, writ in blood . . ." Aethos choked out the words, so very engrossed on Adonai's fresh wound.
"Yes, a promise. A promise that should the Skymen descend upon us with all their wroth," Adonai swiped the blood from his knife across the cloth on his bicep and pocketed it. "They will meet a wroth equal--no, greater than that of their own. I will defend you to my last breath . . . and I will not rest until the Skymen are sent to the deepest recesses of Hell. Even there they will not be safe from the storm I will unleash upon the cosmos. Do you hear me, Titan?" Adonai's voice boomed across the canyons, through the jungle canopy at the feet of the valley, and then beyond some.
Aethos fixed his focus upon his pupil, an unreadable expression on his wizened face. His great hands came together to cusp the burning fragment he brought with him . . . and then thrust it forward.
"From henceforth, you will not be known as great seed. No, the dwellers of this galaxy will not refer to you with such impiety." Aethos' voice returned to him as Adonai had remembered it, overflowing with guile and sagacity and all the things expected of a celestial being.
Adonai reached for the flame with his bleeding hand, the words of his mentor bleeding together into faint din. "Now you are Lightbringer . . . you are the First Navigator, Father of Annunaki and Redeemer of the Emanation. Consume this godly tribute I bring you and be reborn!"
The light of the fire scintillated in Adonai's eyes, though he dare to look deeper. In the fire he saw himself, he saw a boundless space of a trillion nebulas and a trillion more galaxies; all their inhabitants, all of their trials and tribulations. He felt as though he might fall in, as though he might drift among the desolate canvas of space, and so he did. The calloused fingers of the man-King submerged into the heat of the flame, deeper and deeper until it felt as though his entire body were wreathed in inferno. For a moment that stretched on to eternity, Adonai felt as though he were being cremated in the core of his own planet, and every instinct in his body warned him of it. He wanted to recoil, to free himself of the pain, to return back to the humble beginnings from which he rose. Every tribe conquered, every clan subjugated, every wall surmounted . . . gone, much like a dandelion before a strong breeze.
When he woke from the epiphany, Aethos was gone. When he stood, clumps of black snow fell from his shoulders like dirt shaking off a dredging vine.
The foolishness of it all washed over Adonai like a wave. A lifetime of scrambling for power and control on his home planet, when all the while he had been dancing on another's stage. All his ambition, all his desire, all his study and toil and pain . . . merely a blink in the eyes of the universe. He laughed until he choked. He laughed until he hit the ground on his hands and knees, weeping and gasping. It went very dark.
When he opened his eyes again, he looked upon a new world.
It fell much more easily than the first.
Aethos' great body slithered around from behind the thick column of a dilapidated prayer shrine that had since lost its war against the seasons. Though Aethos spoke, his lips did not move. He clutched something in his cold hands . . . something bright, something radiant. Something Adonai feverishly wanted.
"What of the Skymen?" Adonai used the end of his cape to buff some venomous green blood from the steel of his longsword, no doubt belonging to the reptilian Ochoi'i that were native to the gas planet where men and god convened. He dared not look at Aethos in this state.
Some time passed before the Titan replied, motes of ashen snow drifting aimlessly to the ground.
"Vicious beasts," Aethos began. "Honorless, malignant," he continued, the light in his eyes replaced with an infinite emptiness. Adonai grew impatient of
Aethos' incoherent meltdowns. It seemed to the man-King as though they'd become more frequent as of late. His wise Aethos, come from a place where knowledge of the stars were as trite as it was to Adonai to weave stone to blade, was now subject to fits of delirium. Aethos was nearing the ends of his usefulness.
"They squabble, they battle. Their true nature subverted. All that is left is a final push, yes, a thrust to the future."
Adonai cocked his head to the side, attempting to decipher Aethos' cryptic language.
"I'm teetering on the edge, great seed. Woe is my future, but . . . yours, it shall herald a greatness from here to the uncharted ends of our universe."
Adonai's blade found itself in its sheath again, a rare sight. It'd spent more time freed from its sheath in the last two moonspans than it had in his one-hundred-and-two years of living.
"Then let us proceed and set forth our plans in motion." Adonai walked up the acid-weathered steps and lifted his helmet from his head, tucking it beneath his arm. His ivory hair fell free, streaks of gold and platinum raking through his braids. Adonai extended his hand for the glowing boon, but only the snow kissed his gloves.
Aethos reluctantly looked down into the contents of his hand--a little burning iota of fire, the light of which reflected off his milky eyes.
"No!" The Titan shouted, his voice like the rumble of a plateshift. He recoiled to hide behind the thickest pillar on the altar, tumbling over a column that would then shatter into a thousand pieces.
Adonai was unmoved.
"I fear, great seed." Aethos, steeped in fear, peeked down at Adonai from behind the pillar with the mote of light clutched protectively to his chest. "I fear what the Skymen might do to me. I fear . . . what you could become."
Adonai pondered what Aethos had meant by that--what he could become. A unifier of worlds? A cruel tyrant? Adonai shook the dust of distant soil from his hair and placed himself in the shadow of his mentor.
"Once, in this very spot, you lectured me on the Skymen and their mistreatment of your kind. You related their circumstances to me in simplespeak; they are in a prison now, and the key has been rent to scraps, yes?"
Aethos flinched as though he had been dealt a physical blow. The topic always hurt him so.
Pathetic, Adonai thought, feeling a disgust in his stomach. "You chose me, Adonai of Clan Lunaros, and wisely did you choose." Adonai turned his back and spread his arms in a gesture of all-encompassing power. "For there is no Annunaki greater, no man or woman who dare challenge me, 'lest they meet a ruinous end. Nibiru is mine and mine alone." Adonai turned, knowing that words alone could not placate the fears of his mentor.
"So a promise . . . writ in blood, I shall offer to you, o' great Aethos. Let your fears be drowned, and let my promise echo through eternity."
Aethos careened forward with a renewed interest, his massive head looming over the temple. All Annunaki--particularly Adonai--had reservations to the spilling of their own blood. The blood of a warrior is his essence, and his essence is his honor . . . spilling one's blood is therefore understood to lose one's honor. Nevertheless, Adonai acted with a haste. With a ceremonial knife in hand, he drew a red line across the flat of his palm, blood immediately rushing to paint his hand in a gloss of red. With a tilted head, Aethos gawked at the blood.
"A promise, writ in blood . . ." Aethos choked out the words, so very engrossed on Adonai's fresh wound.
"Yes, a promise. A promise that should the Skymen descend upon us with all their wroth," Adonai swiped the blood from his knife across the cloth on his bicep and pocketed it. "They will meet a wroth equal--no, greater than that of their own. I will defend you to my last breath . . . and I will not rest until the Skymen are sent to the deepest recesses of Hell. Even there they will not be safe from the storm I will unleash upon the cosmos. Do you hear me, Titan?" Adonai's voice boomed across the canyons, through the jungle canopy at the feet of the valley, and then beyond some.
Aethos fixed his focus upon his pupil, an unreadable expression on his wizened face. His great hands came together to cusp the burning fragment he brought with him . . . and then thrust it forward.
"From henceforth, you will not be known as great seed. No, the dwellers of this galaxy will not refer to you with such impiety." Aethos' voice returned to him as Adonai had remembered it, overflowing with guile and sagacity and all the things expected of a celestial being.
Adonai reached for the flame with his bleeding hand, the words of his mentor bleeding together into faint din. "Now you are Lightbringer . . . you are the First Navigator, Father of Annunaki and Redeemer of the Emanation. Consume this godly tribute I bring you and be reborn!"
The light of the fire scintillated in Adonai's eyes, though he dare to look deeper. In the fire he saw himself, he saw a boundless space of a trillion nebulas and a trillion more galaxies; all their inhabitants, all of their trials and tribulations. He felt as though he might fall in, as though he might drift among the desolate canvas of space, and so he did. The calloused fingers of the man-King submerged into the heat of the flame, deeper and deeper until it felt as though his entire body were wreathed in inferno. For a moment that stretched on to eternity, Adonai felt as though he were being cremated in the core of his own planet, and every instinct in his body warned him of it. He wanted to recoil, to free himself of the pain, to return back to the humble beginnings from which he rose. Every tribe conquered, every clan subjugated, every wall surmounted . . . gone, much like a dandelion before a strong breeze.
When he woke from the epiphany, Aethos was gone. When he stood, clumps of black snow fell from his shoulders like dirt shaking off a dredging vine.
The foolishness of it all washed over Adonai like a wave. A lifetime of scrambling for power and control on his home planet, when all the while he had been dancing on another's stage. All his ambition, all his desire, all his study and toil and pain . . . merely a blink in the eyes of the universe. He laughed until he choked. He laughed until he hit the ground on his hands and knees, weeping and gasping. It went very dark.
When he opened his eyes again, he looked upon a new world.
It fell much more easily than the first.
Abilities
Venerated by his worshipers as a "creator of stars," and the living embodiment of Annunaki's order, Adonai was a catastrophically powerful entity. As a child, Adonai could freely shape his power of the First Flame into whatever he desired, effectively granting him a form of omnipotence. Although that power has been long lost to his sharing of the Core and Crux, Adonai had nevertheless managed to shape his abilities to such a point that he possesses nearly all of the capabilities he himself would expect of an almighty god. In battle, Adonai was more than capable of simultaneously holding his own against the likes of Atriox and Akatosh, two highly regarded warriors of the Universe, using only a fraction of his power; although Adonai noted in his old age that the gap in power between him and the aforementioned two has lessened considerably since then. Adonai is said to be capable of rending reality itself apart and merging past, present and future as one with the fullest extent of power he may invoke, something that has yet to occur only as Adonai consciously limits his power to avert such a cataclysmic disaster. Adonai further states that his own concern for humanity's continued existence prevents him from ever exploring the true depths of his power under any circumstance, meaning he himself is unaware of how powerful he truly is. And as an immensely powerful Annunaki with incredibly advanced technologies at his disposal, Adonai had a number of extraordinary abilities. He had the capability to generate and manipulate powerful constraint fields at will, in effect granting him the power of telekinesis to restrain or physically harm his opponents from a distance. Adonai possessed extraordinary neurological, mental and physical abilities bestowed by the First Flame. One of these is the augmented state of perception known as "battle mode," splintering his perception of reality into several variable frames of reference with a slowed down experience of time, granting him impressive multitasking abilities. In hand-to-hand combat, he was capable of mercurial movements. Wearing his armor, he was capable of crushing adamantium in his hand and severely damaging other Aegis variants.
-Immense Physical Strength: As an entity born with power initially beyond his own understanding, Adonai never saw meaning in training to hone his physical capabilities, leaving him relatively frail in his youth. Upon dividing his powers between himself and the rest of Annunaki-kind, Adonai lost his omnipotence and gained superhuman capabilities with what little remained of it. As a result, Adonai's physical strength is at a level far above what most spiritual entities could ever attain from training alone, capable of casually lifting and even throwing objects well over several hundred thousand times his own body weight. By merely striking the ground with a single palm, Adonai was capable of reforming the lands within a radius spanning hundreds of kilometers away from him. When applying such strength directly in combat, Adonai could annihilate most opponents completely with seemingly nonchalant effort, penetrating through some of the most durable physical or spiritual defenses. Regardless of his overwhelming physical strength, Adonai seldom relied on it in any form as he considered it undesirably barbaric compared to his usage of the Light.
-Immense Physical Strength: As an entity born with power initially beyond his own understanding, Adonai never saw meaning in training to hone his physical capabilities, leaving him relatively frail in his youth. Upon dividing his powers between himself and the rest of Annunaki-kind, Adonai lost his omnipotence and gained superhuman capabilities with what little remained of it. As a result, Adonai's physical strength is at a level far above what most spiritual entities could ever attain from training alone, capable of casually lifting and even throwing objects well over several hundred thousand times his own body weight. By merely striking the ground with a single palm, Adonai was capable of reforming the lands within a radius spanning hundreds of kilometers away from him. When applying such strength directly in combat, Adonai could annihilate most opponents completely with seemingly nonchalant effort, penetrating through some of the most durable physical or spiritual defenses. Regardless of his overwhelming physical strength, Adonai seldom relied on it in any form as he considered it undesirably barbaric compared to his usage of the Light.
Every soldier knows that war is more than arms and armor, every warrior carries an image of impending victory in his heart. When the image shatters, to be replaced by defeat, he is beaten. But sometimes a warrior receives assistance from an unexpected source, an in-rush of light, blasting away his fear and despair, releasing new inner strength! Yes, a war is much more than arms and armor. Half of every conflict is the will to win. We are Annunaki. We must recognize that the will to win, and the power of war, are given sometimes by the Darkness. And sometimes, as dawn throws back the night, victory is given…by the light!"
―Adonai Lunaros while implanting Warmind
-Warmind: During large-scale engagements, Adonai would tap into the sensory input of thousands of his fellow Annunaki simultaneously and experience the battle from their respective viewpoints in addition to his own. He built meditation chambers in his warship, and in the heat of battle, he would seal himself in the chambers...and direct powerful visualizations upon the conflict that raged all around them. Adonai's early uses of the art were poor, as his first attempts only resulted in him being able to see the battle unfolding in his mind, not being able to directly influence it. Adonai practiced regularly (he had plenty of opportunity since his early time in the Forerunner Order was heavily engrossed in war), and his proficiency became much stronger. Adonai would precognitively walk into the immediate future to see the next battle, and then return to the present to directly influence the battle to bring about the ends he desired. If the Light willed, in Warmind, Adonai knew where to strike -- with a sword or an army -- to finish his opponents. Serene, he could strike without anger, hate, or remorse. With a calm mind, he led the Order to victory.
"When you feel the Darkness turned against you, you must use your Light abilities to take power away from an opponent, rather than to inflict harm. This technique blinds your enemy to the Light with a yawning void, a permanent blockage if you so choose, rendering them unable to use their powers. It is difficult. And it is the most devastating attack possible using the powers of the Light. To block one from the Light—even a Reclaimer—is a terrible thing."
-Sever Light: Sever Light was a non-lethal power by which a being's connection to the Light was interrupted, or blocked from them with a wall of Darkness. In a very taxing variation of this technique usable only by those with experience in Warmind, Adonai could use the Light to sever a target who was heavily tainted or consumed by Darkness. This technique effectively caged the user's power within their own darkness and rendered them blind to the Light, though not dead to it. When Angarak had recently acquired his Lord Soul, he used a dark side variant of Sever Light to strip the Light from an entire planet and its inhabitants, consuming their Light essence to ensure his own immortality.
Angarak was here. I can sense his pestilence upon the hilt of this blade.
―Adonai, using his telemetry ability to track down Angarak.
-Telemetry: This power allowed Adonai to view events as if they were there, including the sights, sounds, and feelings, both emotional and physical, that the wielder of the object experienced. This power was easier to use on personal objects that were used frequently. Objects that were used once or by several people often made the use of this power difficult, though it was still possible. This skill was useful for tracking though it was not useful in open battle and would fail to render useful information at times. Use of the Darkness enabled possessors of the power to use it on living beings, ripping memories from their brains. The Forerunner Council strongly discouraged the use of telemetry on dead bodies as the emotions prior to a violent death are so strong that the deceased would have likely brushed with the Darkness and could turn a Pathfinder to Reclaimer.
-Light Bubble: Light Bubble was a Light power, which created a fortification sphere of interlocking hexagonal force enfolders. With this ability, Adonai could create a defensive sphere around his body. It was described as a shimmering white/golden globe of energy, similar to a geodesic dome made of tessellating hexagons. It could protect Adonai from a wide range of attacks, deflect energy blasts, defend against [rpkecto;es, vacuums and even inflict certain amounts of damage upon contact with the enemy.. Should Adonai surround an attacker in a Light Bubble, it was possible the attacker would become a victim of their own attack, having been trapped within its destructive radius.
KING IN ALL DIRECTIONS (ARC CRUSADER)
- Projectile - [Deicide Helix]
Doom of the Isu, Adonai was the first to weaponize his Light. He shaped his vengeance into bolts of pure. refined Arclight which held within itself the power to strip immortality from those it struck. A Light so pure and uncontaminated, Adonai was the first to receive his Light from the Font of Enoch's soul. The Deicide Helix could cut through anything, even entities or concepts that are normally only fictitious and can be approached by nothing but reason and mental capabilities. - Movement Ability - [N/A] - Melee Ability - [Egregore Javelin] - Modifier | Passive - [Lord Of Gehenna] Nezarec is forcefully attuned to The Deep, more specifically Nekusars personal domain. As such, wherever he travels when his permutation is in effect is plagued by Blight visually, though what is actually happening is far more terrifying. Nezarec is passively planar terraforming, inverting the physical world he interacts with and flipping it into the corruptive realms of The Deep. When he resides in the negative plane his power is drastically amplified with what can be called a "home-turf" advantage. His abilities become practically free of energy cost, doubled, or even tripled in power and range and can be cast autonomously. When an ability is cast, a small radius of Blight is "consumed" and deactivated, temporarily becoming unusable. This is offset by surrounding Blight, regenerating the spent patch. - Super Ability - Wrathfire Cataclysm By flipping the axis of his passive, Lord Of Gehenna - Nezarec is capable of applying it to the sky from end to horizon end. In doing so, all of the effects that would ordinarily sprawl from the earth instead rain down from the sky. Giant meteors of Blight fall in dozens, revenant souls of the damned and an acid rain of Blight energy all pour down from the "Sky" of The Deep. In turn, this dreadful skyfall will apply his passive effects to the land as well, initiating an infinite cycling loop of the two. This technique is offset only by its augmentation which can be referenced here ----------➣ |
- Augments -
Lord Of Gehenna; Doom - If Doom is cast upon the consecrated ground it will erect a militia of volatile Blight skeletons. Lord Of Gehenna; Phantom Forcestep - Shadowstep movements leave behind portals of Blight. When a portal is entered, spirits of the damned and surrounding Blight energy are pulled out of them and amplified - released as an explosion upon exit on the other side. Lord Of Gehenna; Egregore Javelin - Rather than manifest a spear in his hands, Nezarec is capable of generating a field of spikes with short life spans in the same manner as the Javelin. These have the forefront purpose of piercing, but ultimately exist to explode and consume. Alternatively, these can also be launched from the ground like missile silos, ravenously hunting down their focused target. - Super Ability (Alt) - [Doom To All, A Blighted Scourge Descends!] By establishing an augmented Phantom Forcestep between Heaven & Earth, Nezarec is capable of quantum-tunneling the Blight energy into a "Speed of shadow" railgun that constantly amplifies itself with each passing. At the peak of its power, if the opponent were not to be destroyed by this dimensional enhancement of Blight - Nezarec can bestow the Blight unto Nekusar as a gift to infuse his Basilisk with the Blighted Drake, Bashmu. This supercreature is an envoy of The Deep, a scourge of energy sent to destroy. None have lived to tell of Nezarecs capabilities when paired with this foul creature.. |