How long had he been stagnant. He was so happy before he woken up in this world. Since he laid to rest in another.
"Unexplored area, the forbidden wall. On this day, I disobey the code of heaven-"
In the centuries he had been in orario, time and again he had been forcibly reminded of a life and friends he could no longer return to.
"-The asklepios of Pius, the chalice of Salus. Thy voice forcing the power of healing to reach out-"
In the recent months he had been moved to act more than in the last eight hundred years. And it shows how slow he has become since his previous life. Despite how much more powerful he was it was clear he lost sight of the purpose he once had.
"I desire it regardless of the wait. Tribunal of the king, thunder of condemnation."
Each word of this spell conjures images of faces and events that he sometimes wished he might forget. But he refused to.
"If thou art burned despite the providence of God - confront your own hell."
And confront his own hell he must. For every time he tried this spell it would not succeed. And he refuses to let that be the case one more time. He must put everything he has.
"Open Kaimon, beyond the river of the underworld. Listen, dark king. Wish to cross the threshold of insanity."
More memories flashed. Of a trio that was separate once and than united by him with the help of others. Of crossing his own threshold into what was sure to be the underworld. Of a title he had long since forgotten.
"Stop unexpected tears, scattered lamentation. The price had been paid. Light of the road."
A pillar of light filled the sky, and a symbol covered the floor where her stone lay. Of three pieces formed into one that marked a very powerful trio. Pieces that he still held but would not use. He had been stubborn. But now, wand in hand, a stone gleaming in his gauntlet, and cloak billowing, he stood his ground.
"To sacrifice given in the past, I want illumination of the foolish desire. Oh, I do not look back."
He did not look back. How he wanted to many times. Despite many failures he kept on his new path. Yet he had been at far too slow a pace. Now like the boy kneeling before the brilliant red gemstone, he must charge forward. Like the boy had done to save his friend, and how he had done many times in his other life.
"Dia Orpheus!"
A bridged formed fully. The girl had returned in the boys weeping arms. And for the first time in either worlds he had finally lived up to a title he had almost forgotten.
He was now and truly the the master of death.