Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170123160700/@comment-25073873-20170319050958

(Ah well, inspiration realized. Mind of transcendence activated. Spiral into the darkest ephemeral tunnel. Time for Aeren to go. Anyway, Holy War ? Srsly?)

Aeren sat quietly on the mighty walls of Solitude, staring down at the destroyed beauty before him, clearing his mind after wasting so much energy on helping people and keeping them safe.

He noted that there was no more need for him to stay around. Or rather, he knew that his time spent on Mundus was now meaningless and fruitless, as he had journeyed here long enough. Aeren had decidedly wasted enough magicka fighting for a world he didn't believe in, and for people he never knew, just faceless strangers. Perhaps it was time to dissolve back into the annals of history and the future. Aeren Syphre, that was his name, and that was what everyone would know him as, yet in the end, names were but meaningless if nobody knew them, and nobody called you by them.

The Persona of Light. The innate power and concept of light that Aeren wielded, that formed his body, that characterized him. He had decided to use this to protect one person, Alyssa, but it seemed as though she would be better protected following him. Thus, if Alyssa decided to truly follow him beyond the veil, he wouldn't stop her. The only one who knew Aeren's name, and understood why he even decided to come. Now that she wanted to leave, he would take her away with him. To bring Alyssa with him beyond into a place where they could live peacefully, and not be touched by the troubles of the world.

Aeren's motive wasn't ever to be a hero or save people. A son of a Daedric Prince would never believe in saving those who denounced his mother as a heretical goddess of deviant nature, worshipped only by so called "Daedra worshipping filth" that his father would be called. He knew different, and felt different. All gods were equally hypocritical, equally evil, and equally good, in the grand scale of things. It was simply the spheres they filled, that they were born into, that moulded the legend of their personalities around them. People needed a higher being to love, and they needed a higher being to hate in contrast. Such was natural order, and Aeren understood this nature of man.

Yet, when one was both man and god, but neither, it was often that one could see beyond both as he had the experiences that both could never feel, and made something new within his mind. Aeren was a boundary child like that, and thus his understanding could surpass the boundaries of both god and man, yet in a way he would never experience both sides fully as he was neither. Reflection and rest done, Aeren deicded to leap off the wall of Solitude back upon the tiled ground, seeking out Alyssa so they could both vanish. Alyssa's other companion didn't matter to Aeren; she hardly inspired the same sense of duty in him.

It wasn't hard for the Half God who always saw himself as closer to the divine than to humanity to locate his most beloved lady. And Aeren thus took Alyssa in his arms and closed his eyes, hugging her to his chest. Six golden wings spread from his back and wrapped around both of them, before the wings collapsed and they flashed into light, shooting into the sky, leaving nothing behind but glittering stardust, the pair leaving as a faint sparkling point that soon winked out of existence.

Aeren flew above others. He wouldn't walk with them. This was his nature, and thus he returned to it.

(and so Aeren and Alyssa say bai ... for reals)