Erebus felt a gentle wind roll onto his face, the sun was dimming, and twilight rising. The smell of bakery bread crept from the town below the hill. The prong of his bronze short sword against his belt as he moved his legs.
Everything had a balance to it, never moving, nor changing in pace or speed.
A thumb flicked downwards on a lighter four times before flames protruded from the top. A cigarette nestled in his lips bent into the flames. The male grunted, and the flame disappeared with his thumb coming off the trigger. A cloud of nicotine shrouded the air around his face, and golden eyes, amber and yellow mixed, looked from left to right.
Erebus pursed his lips. Sucking the smoke down his pipes, before releasing again, this time from the pits of his nasals. He looked almost demonic in the fog of gas. But two feet pressed the adventurer forward. In a satchel around his waist were three magical potions. The boy had been sent by Dr. Stephan Mabuz-- carrying magical items such as these was illegal. The scientist couldn't be caught with them or else risking his security to the Rune Knights.
For that, a certain dark mage was to be the delivery boy. "Oii." That mage was the very teenager killing his lungs to fumes of smoke at this very instant, if Erebus could even be called a mage was a matter of debate though. Since he possessed no affinity for spell casting. In fact, all he managed to excel in was mental intelligence and physical affinity. Even then, others could ascend him with buffs. This world was not for the equal, and never would be.
The cobblestone walkway to the great Castle Phantasm was an easy tread. But it took more than just a walk to get into the castle lying atop this hill. He had to talk to the guards too. He'd deal with them when got there though. For now, his mind was trained on his vengeance. His hate, he couldn't get that bastard out of his head. He bled for anger, and sooner, rather than later, he would get it. He knew it to be true. He hoped it to be true.
The boy finished his cigarette-- moving the roach of it from his hand onto the concrete. Just as anticipated he was not far from the castle doorways when two knight-like men stopped him on their cavalry-horses. He instructed them of his dark job, and solemnly, as if they were distraught, they nodded. Allowing him passage into their building. It was handcrafted from centuries past, renovated by magicians, and appeared to be a mighty fortress-- if it were even used for such things anymore.
The walls decorated themselves with paintings larger than automobile vehicles, each painting a scene which sent chills through Erebus. These nobles were a sketchy bunch. Indeed. But no matter, Erebus pressed forward anyways. The beat of his feet against the castles walls hummed like rocks chipping the sides of chasms as they fell into an abyss. The male pulled a canteen from his pocket, sipping some of the vodka as he skimmed the surroundings.
Corridors, stairwells, passageways, all of this was mighty intriguing. Erebus started to wonder what it might've been like, should he have been born into royalty or riches. Instead of the ghetto street life which plagued his childhood to the severest degree. The thought birthed interest in him, it made him question...