He passed into the void of death, mourning even as the blade of Arngrim but deeply into his flesh. "I failed." He let out a death cry, and vanished from the eyes of The Berserker and those who stood with the Princess…
The Teenager sighed as he walked back from school. He looked forward to playing Valkyrie Profile when he got home. He was in a Grey Wool trench coat, the Material warding off the cold from the snow, as he shifted his plain cotton Tee-shirt of the same shade, and reached into his black dress pants pocket to switch the song off of Unending Struggle. Hearing the boss music from the second game annoyed him. He didn't have it, and wanted to play it. He sighed, and walked along the trail from school. As a Grade Twelve, he would be graduating in a month. It was something he was happy about. He had few friends in the school, and even they were not endearing. He contemplated the amount he hated the people at school, his brow furrowing. He walked through the open area of the trail, and stopped, hearing a groan. He turned, and looked upon a man about twenty six. "What the hell?"
The man had brown hair, a lot shorter than the Teenagers, and as the man got to one knee, and began searching for his Glasses, and finding them, the Teen saw he had Violet eyes. "What happened to me… Lenneth?" "Lenneth? Wait a second. Oh fuck no. Your obsessed with a Video Game character?" "Video… Game… What are you talking about, AND WHERE IS LENNETH!" The man suddenly had the kid by the throat, and had him pinned to a wall. "Where is my Goddess? WHERE IS LENNETH VALKYRIE!" The Teenager growled, and tried in vain to break free from the mans grip. The man was strong. To strong to be human. The Teen grabbed at the mans wrist, barely able to breath. "She isn't real… She's a Video Game character… Just like Hrist, Silmeria, and Lezard." "I am very real Boy." "Wait, what?" "I am Lezard Valeth." Lezard dropped the kid to the ground, and smirked. "I wonder if I am still a god." Lezard smirked, and with a single motion of a finger, the Teenager was levitating. "Huh? This isn't possible…" "It is, when I am a God. Now then, Mortal, you are going to tell me your name, and where I am." "My name is Walter Etean, and you're in Vancouver, Canada." "It does not ring a bell…" Lezard kept Walter levitating there, stroking his chin.
"Now then… Walter. You seem to be from this world. You are going to help me find my way home, and in return, you're going to be allowed to live." "Holy Shit… I'm talking to Lezard Valeth… This is so cool…" Walter has a grin plastered on his face. "What are you smiling about." "You'll see, Lord Lezard." "I like the sound of that. Keep using it." "As you wish, Milord." "Now then, Walter, I need somewhere to stay out of this snow." "Will do. You'll have to do something about my Parent's and Sister, but you should be able to use my house." "They'll be of no consequence. You seem to be servile enough. They will not need to be alive as well." "What?" "Sap Guard." Walter suddenly felt his muscles grow weak, and Lezard hefted him over his shoulder. "Your home is where?" "Just at the end of this trail…" Walter Passed out, and Lezard began walking.
Lezard relaxed as he walked along the snowy trail. He rarely saw this much snow near his tower. It was comforting to see. He was in this… Canada, and it was… Peaceful. There was so little discord he could feel. The Snow was white, and the air was crisp, and soft. Lezard finally came to Walter's home, and his cloak served well. Lezard wrapped Walter in it, and as he willed the door open, blowing it off it's hinges, he smirked as the family of the Teenager tried to stop him. A few brief words, and a few movements of hands, and Walter was alone in his home with his new "Master".
Lezard growled as he realized he could not awaken his new Servant. He paced slowly, trying to imagine how he could undo the fatigue his spell had induced in Walter without healing magics, "I was surprised at how little stamina he has, but now this is going to be bothersome if I cannot wake him up…" Then Walter groaned, and sat up slowly. He soon focused his eyes on Lezard, and the Pupils went wide. "Who are you?!" "Lezard Valeth, your new Lord." "But you don't…" It all suddenly came back to Walter, and he opened his mouth in surprise.
"Your… Lezard Valeth? But you're a" "I'm real. Now then, I am going to give you only a single chance to serve me, before I kill you like I did your family." "They're… dead?" "Yes, but don't do anything rash. I offer you the position of my left hand." Walter was struck silent, and opened his mouth to answer after a few minutes…
In Midgard, in Lezard's tower, a single light glowed. It soon grew, and as it did, it illuminated the darkness, and then beginning to form, and beginning to solidify was the form of a single woman. Silmeria looked around his tower, frowning. "I thought I felt his soul here. Could he have escaped the cycle of Death and Rebirth? To enter another existence entirely…" She sighed, and ran a hand through her hair, and then saw the shadows shimmer, as her sister Hrist appeared. "Any luck Silmeria?" "No, none. Lenneth is going to be worried if we cannot find a single human." "We'll find that scumbag Necromancer. He hurt Lenneth, and was going to hurt us. He was going to kill the worlds themselves to achieve his insane scheme. Lenneth would have been forever fused with his soul, and they would have become something malformed and hideous…"