Atonement Comes Forth.

[Blue Eyes]

~In The Days Long Passed~

His body was sharded with steel jagged and torn across eight visible tails each swaying seemingly without weight crashing upon the ground with enough force to shatter stone without an attempt to try doing so. Hair made of silver and eyes burning with a depth of red that it seemed the blood of his sins already ran cold within his gaze. Before him a woman who's pale form was adept to one who lived underground and an unknown egg laying between the two. Stepping forth with the woman too weak the devil of a man set foot upon this egg, claws large enough to put a dragon's to shame ready to crack through the surface and kill the life within.

"Accept My Contract. Accept My Soul Into Yours And Serve Me Or I Shall Crush Your Child Before Your Eyes! Buffy! Hold Her Down!"

A voice booming with almost a draconic lineage the devil of a man called forth a name. A figure of a girl who seemed so obviously the same as the woman on the ground would appear. The life drained from them, their ability to control the actions lost to the commands given. Sisters they were. One forced to hold down another as this armored beast held a defenseless life under his toes as no more then dirt. Without pause the woman's will was shattered. Her very soul was his to toy with as he saw fit.

~The Moment At Hand~

Darkness. Darkness around him. Darkness of the distance. Darkness so near. He remembered the knife. The woman who was once his. The woman who he could never get forgiveness from. The woman who he built a kingdom for, who's people he had saved, who's family he had brought together again. But could it ever be enough? He did not know. What he did know was what he could hear. Even as his eyes closed there was a vision he continued to see. "“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”

Rules. His contracts had many rules too. Rules that used to bind people's wills and their lives. Whatever this was he could not deny a fact. He knew right now he was in a position much as that woman was. He was a person with something to return to, no matter how messed up it may of been. Something he had to live for. As the apparition came closer and offered to him an orb he did not fight. He simply held a gentle smile, his eyes cast down as his fingers laced across the product of a light that reminded him of the days of his creation. The sparks that ignited his soul to come into being to start with. He'd listen carefully for he had to live on and return. Whether or not he understood why he was here.

“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most."

Desires. That was all it wasn't it. That same woman that stabbed his heart too had stolen it long before it could be pierced. Keeping his eyes upon the orb he tried to keep that detail down. Certain he had died and some vengeful deity cast his soul into a depth to be toyed with. If this...Omnilium meant getting back to the woman who took his heart. The first person in general to capture such a thing in many lives? He desired it indeed.

“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn."

A laugh. He had already been reborn a thousand fold it felt. Though was that not a lie? How many lives was it. Seven...Was this eight? Did he even die when he was cast here? He never obtained another body. Was this it? Was this body what he would of been if he had not forged it into the destructive force that it came to be? Taking his eyes off the orb for a moment he'd look down but see nothing. How thick was this infinite black he were caught in? He couldn't tell. But his ears remained sharp as the being spoke on.

“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”

Well that was worth catching wasn't it? Closing his eyes he'd not notice the darkness fade. Thinking the infinite black still to be there he stood in place for a moment before realizing there was light beyond the veil of skin that covered his eyes. Unsure if it was this...Omni...Or not he'd open said eyes with haste, screaming out as he did.

"SON OF A WHORE!"

During the exclamation he'd drop back and land with a heavy thud against the ground, covering his eyes from the brilliant light that covered the infinite around the fountain. How was he suppose to know that jack off would drop him midst such a brilliant display? It mattered not. As he rolled about he'd suddenly stop and let his arms drop to his side. Omnilium. Omni. What else?...For some reason things just seemed jumble. Was he in a conversation just now? Or was it a dream? With a sigh he'd slowly sit up and let his eyes adjust gradually as they should of when the darkness faded. It were what he deserved for keeping them closed as he did.

Rather then speak he'd raise his left hand, hoping to call forth a seed from his pocket to grow a tobacco plant that would dry itself out and roll it's own leaves into a paper forged of it's roots. But it would not work. Rather he'd feel a soreness in his arms as he tried, his soul damaged from when he died yet did not die. There was no entering the realm of spirits to recover his power as he normally would over a few dozen years. With a sigh he'd slowly stand instead, looking upon the Omnilium orb left to him.

"Hell were you good for again...Anything I desire...."

With a smirk he'd think for a moment before yelling out a word, holding the orb out with hopes it would change.

"CIGAR!"

With nothing his eye would twitch and another word would come from him.

"Vodka!"

Again nothing. To some this was an instinctual action to change Omnilium to what they desired. For Atonement? He was needing to find the right instinct out of several different species within his soul.

"Beer?..."

Left hanging he'd sit back down on the ground, pulling the orb near before beginning to attempt chewing on it. Hoping maybe that it gained the flavor of at least one of those. A guy has to have priorities after all.