[ Power, soul fusion (random) complete. Soul stability at 80% and increasing]
The young man who hadn't given himself a name yet understood what had happened, how he had came into existence.
He-No Luscious Morning Star one of the two beings who are now one was desperate. He knew he was going to die to the hands of the noble. There was no way around it; he had let his emotions run rampant at the discovery that his best friend Sielen, a human girl at the age of fifteen, had been raped by the noble that currently stood not far from his position.
The demi-human could remember the rage, sadness, and mostly importantly righteous fury that flowed through Luscious as he held his broken friend close to him. Her tears stained his clothes as he swore to kill the piece of shit that dared touched his friend.
However it was this same rage that led to Lucious' desperateness. He could have planned better, waited for an opportune time to kill the noble. But he didn't, deciding that he would challenge the noble directly.
A move that caused Lucious to use the one ability that would guarantee his continued survival even if in body only.
' Pretty dumb move honestly' mused the newly created being mentally as he scanned his surrondings( it being a moderately sized settlement with primitivel levels of technology).
Of course he could not blame Lucious ( he was after all him at one point even if only partly) he would have wanted revenge as well. In fact he still does want to skin the noble alive for touching Sielen. That rage he felt for the noble's actions was still a bond fire raging in his soul.
It was just far more contained than it should be. Much colder and precise. His rage was channeled toward what he would do to the nobel after he had him at his mercy rather than what he would do right now.
' I believe I have Mister Crane to thank for that' thought the new soul.
Crane was a special case and the reason why he was so calm at this moment despite the many reasons he should be having a mental breakdown.
In a word he was a reformed-" oi boy! What kind of transformation magic did you use just now?"
The "boy" in question frowned as he was snapped out of his thoughts by Ishmael.
' you know it's rude interrupting one's thoughts' the new soul thought irritated as he looked at Ishmael.
Ishmael's appearance could be summed up in a single word, generic.
However Make no mistake, Ishmael was a handsome fellow. His name rugged good looks combined with his lavish and expensive clothing cut the image of a proper aristocrat. However, that was not his most impressive feature.
Rather it was his eyes. They were fierce, powerful, and stern. With their golden hue and blacknees They were quite intimidating. If he hadn't absorbed the attributes of Jonathan Crane he doubted he would have been able to stare emotionlessly into them as he was currently doing.
He could not let his guard down in this man's presence if he wished to live.