Hello anyone and everyone! I'm going to keep this short and sweet, basically I see a huge amount of unspent potential in this story, and frankly I enjoy the series. So... I don't know, leave a review to tell me your there okay? If I get even one I will continue.

Raidriar let out an unearthly roar, his every nerve ending resounding with pain. It wasn't a feeling he himself had ever experienced, but it was one he had heard described. QIP destabilization followed by being shoved into a mortal body. There were no long term affects, as the mind of a deathless would soon rewire the body's circuitry, prepping it for immortality. Raidriar kept his eyes shut, waiting for the pain to abate. Slowly it dimmed to a dull buzzing, but still the sensation of discomfort lingered.

'Where am I?' The thought was one that hung prominently in Raidriar's mind. He had yet to open his eyes, fearing what he would find. Perhaps a true god whom had watched over his blasphemous reign for millennia and was preparing to deal retribution for his sins? Or perhaps Galath was telling the truth, and he was the one true god. 'Bah, no matter. Either way I am facing oblivion.' Raidriar opened his eyes. Pure bright light greeted him. He waited impatiently for his vision to adjust, though once it did, he eagerly drank in surroundings. No almighty, No great golden gates, no horrible fire of retribution. All he saw and felt, was cloth. He was in a padded box. 'What!' Had he lived One hundred-Sixty millennia only in his imagination? Had he been crazy? 'No! calm yourself, this is not possible, such a span can not be accomplished by a mortals imagination... Can it?' He stood and examined his body, what he saw horrified him, he was still around six feet tall, but his arms were scrawny. Malnourished almost. He looked around his cell and was relieved to find a ceremonial mask. He lifted it to his face, but when he came close to slipping it on he stopped... Why? why did it matter anymore? He halfheartedly tossed it across the 30x30 cell. When the mask came to a stop a voice played over a tinny speaker.

"Now that, was not in Galath's prediction matrix." Raidriar flinched. This meant many things; First and foremost-he was not crazy. Second, he was very much alive. Third, he was prisoner to his mortal enemy...

"Who are you? You are female, and you are deathless, this I know." The noise of a pen going over paper sounded through the speaker.

"Attempting to assert control, definitely in Galath's control matrix." Raidriar growled

"I do not wish to know about Galaths predictions cur! Answer me!" the only reply he got for a moment was crazed histarical laughter, it quickly sharpened into a frankly disturbing voice.

"I am Galath's wife. You, do not deserve to know my real name. However, I believe you insects refer to me as 'The Dark Borrower' Or some such. I am something like a warden here, Galath's prison." A million thoughts raced through Raidriar's mind, however the only real question he could form was, "What." there was an annoyed sigh on the other side, followed by impatient clicking-fingernail tapping.

"You are obviously not able to comprehend what is going on here, so let me spell it out for you." She began"When Galath forged the infinity blade, and the six infinity rings, he intended to be able to kill any deathless with it he pleased, but for once, he made a mistake." Raidriar was burning to know

"Its happened more than once." There was a sharp intake of breath, but the woman continued.

"Well the mistake, was this- in creating a loophole to make himself invulnerable to the blades sting, he overlooked the possibility that any deathless would come to be as powerful as he did." Raidriar inferred the rest on his own,

"It was the prison wasn't it? Without his presence to keep the deathless in check, they pushed past his parameters." The speaker cut off for a moment only for the woman to come back-

"This prison was created for the 6- now 7, deathless that managed to 'push past his parameters' as you put it. It is totally inescapable. You will move be integrated into the community shortly." After that gas started pouring into the room. Raidriar didn't know what it was, but it mattered little, he inhaled."

Raidriar awoke in a regular barred cell, curiously with no lock, its own private nook, but it was still open at the front, revealing a pristine white wall across the hall and polished metal floors. A tall woman came up to his cell.

"Yes, that body does suit you better, get up worm." Raidriar looked around, and noticed the buzzing had faded, he was back in one of his seeds. He did as commanded, it was no use to disobey yet. He stood and noticed he was naked, he didnt mind so much, but it wasn't great for making first impressions.

"I request clothing." The woman leered at him for a moment before pouting and mumbling.

"Such a shame." She raised a hand and snapped. Two Dearil appeared carrying garment not unlike the ones Siris and Isa had worn when Raidriar last saw them. He grabbed them and tried slipping them on while walking. Not impossible, but difficult. the woman lead him into somethign quite like a giant rec room. it was at least 13 stories and shaped like a hexagon, with almost 100 feet horizontally on each wall. "This is your community room, you can spend as much time here as you like here, and only need to return to your quarters when you wish. You have total free reign. There is a kitchen and multiple dining rooms through the door in the opposing wall. Do not attempt to kill yourself with the knives as this entire building is a soul cell. Any questions?" Raidriar could only think of one.

"Why the freedom?" the woman spoke with a smirk in her voice,

"You exchange freedom for privacy, this entire facility is one of my husbands social experiments."Raidriar sighed, of course. Not a bad exchange though. He walked away from the woman, throwing on his mask, no longer having any use for her. What greeted him were six other deathless, none of them masked. and all handing data crystals to the woman in the center. 'Holy shit' Raidriar recognized that face.

"Lelindre?" Lelindre flinched throwing herself backwards and eyeing him warily, the others did the same, if a deathless as powerful as Lelindre was feeling threatened, this one was a dangerous adversary.

"It is you." she began "isn't it?" Raidriar didn't reply "I was certain that somehow, the infinity blade had actually taken you, the best among us, permanently." Raidriar remained silent. A tall male to Lelindre's left spoke.

"Will you get on with it Lelindre, stop keeping us in the dark." the others mumbled in agreement. She sighed with nostalgia, and held her arms out grandly.

"My friends, may I introduce, the first among deathless, the golden shield, the most powerful, and skilled deathless blade-master, the God King himself, Raidriar." The others all stood back except Lelindre. they seemed to be waiting for confirmation. Raidriar wouldn't keep them waiting any longer. He peeled off his mask and spoke.

"Excuse my primitive vernacular, but this blows."

That Night

All the deathless prisoners were sitting around the table drinking, they had become acquainted earlier. All 6 Raidriar knew, Saydhi, Lelindre, Varun, Therin, and to his great relief, Ashimar. Of the other 6 there was only one he was aware existed and wasn't actually acquainted with. Second only to Raidriar in the art of the blade- Ryth. They were listing off how they died in a drunken fervor. First Saydhi- "Ausar!" Then Lelindre,

"Ausar..." Then Varun,

"Damn me." he took a swig,"Ausar!"

Therin "Ausar."

Ryth, "Damn it, you know who, Ausar."

Ashimar barked out with laughter, "It was this bastard right here!" He punched Raidriar.

Lelindre looked at Raidriar, never failing at her trademark piercing glare. "I could guess, but who offed you Raidriar?"

Raidriar himself took a long drink, feeling pride in his last moments. "I was killed by the Worker of Secrets himself, Galath!" He slammed his cup down. Not his most refined moment. They all retired soon after, finished recounting tales of their millennia long lives. Raidriar walked back to his room deep in thought. Escaping would not be easy, and he would need time to formulate a plan. He heard footsteps behind him and caught Lelindre at the edge of his vision. When he went into his room he turned around and stopped looking Lelindre straight in the eyes. "So, there much grab-ass here?" Lelindre looked aghast, well he thought she did, she slapped him across the room before he could get a good look. Raidrair looked at her, annoyed, "What else would you do for fun?"Lelindre scowled and pulled one of the data crystals he saw earlier out of her pocket.

"These are data chips containing all the media that existed pre-deathless reign." "All music, movies, books, news and tv shows. Everything." Raidriar was genuinely surprised, that was actually kind of cool.

"So, why did you follow me back to my room?" At this Lelindre looked a bit uneasy. "I was worried you were gone forever you know. I figured that maybe your'e power, your'e control, your'e skill, had all been luck, an illusion, a beautiful lie." She stepped back, striking an insecure, almost vulnerable pose, a smokescreen of course, she was not a dependent person. Raidriar stood and was about to call her bluff, but she rushed up to him faster than Galath cold ever hope to and shoved him. "I know your'e planning an escape Jori, and I want to make sure you take me with you." Raidriar didn't mind her calling him that, really, he didn't.

"No promises, Rose." She glared at him.

"When the time comes, I'm sure you'll do the right thing." With that, she left. and Raidriar fell into the clutches of sleep.