First Stygian Diviner:Apocalypse



Isiah's past was marked by a trail of violence and bloodshed that he couldn't simply forget. He had killed countless individuals during his time in  Emperium and also in Delwias island, a place where strength was the only currency that truly mattered. 

As he was being transported to what was supposedly a secure facility, Isiah couldn't help but wonder if anyone could truly contain him. His reputation preceded him, and he was aware that no physical barrier or confinement could hold him for long.

The people he was with now were a mystery to him. He didn't know if they were capable of keeping him in check, of preventing him from doing what he did best - taking down those who stood in his way. He had underestimated his opponents before, but he couldn't afford to make that mistake now.

Isiah's mind was consumed with doubt and uncertainty as he pondered the strength of those who held him captive. His experience had shown him that the people of the Emperium were not as strong as they thought they were, but he couldn't be certain if the same held true for these new captors. Only time would tell if they were up to the task of keeping him locked away.

Isiah's curiosity couldn't be contained any longer as he inquired of the man transporting him, "Am I going to meet them?" His mind was plagued with thoughts and doubts, wondering whether he could trust this team of people with his life. After all, he was a notorious killer back in Emperium, and had his fair share of enemies.

The man's silence in response to Isiah's question left him wondering if something had happened to Ciel and Lexie. Despite this unease, Isiah knew he had to remain calm and collected, gathering as much information as possible before potentially resorting to burning the place down.

As he sat with Eijar lying in his lap, the weight of her  body feeling heavy on him, his mind wandered to memories of Delwias Island. He recalled the moment when Adelita had asked Jivan to break the seal on his body, and he had grown at an alarming rate within a short span of time. 

The shock of seeing Eijar grow in the same way brought these memories flooding back, leaving Isiah with a nagging uncertainty about what could happen to him.

He couldn't help but wonder, what if the same thing happened to him? The thought of growing at such an accelerated pace was both intriguing and terrifying, and he couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that accompanied it.

After what felt like hours of being jostled around in the back of a vehicle, the engine finally came to a stop. Isiah was still blindfolded, but he could hear the hustle and bustle of activity all around him.

  His heightened senses were on full alert, trying to pick up any clues about where he was and what was happening.

As he was led through the facility, the noise around him only grew louder and more chaotic. Isiah knew that something was happening, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

  He focused on tracking the energies around him, hoping to catch a glimpse of the familiar auras of Lexie and Ciel. But try as he might, he couldn't sense them anywhere nearby.

Isiah's unease grew with every step he took. The more he walked, the more he felt like he was being led into a trap. He wondered why he had been brought here in the first place. Was this some kind of elaborate setup to capture him? He couldn't shake the feeling that he was walking into a dangerous situation, and he vowed to stay on high alert until he figured out what was going on.

The moment Isiah's vision was restored, he felt a sense of unease wash over him as he took in his surroundings. The room was spacious and well-furnished, but there was something off about it that made him feel like he was in a secret place. As if these people were hiding him from the rest of Afan. His mind raced with questions, and he grew increasingly agitated as he waited for an answer.

The guards left him there all by himself, and he found that very weird .

When he finally laid eyes on a man in front of him, he was struck by his age. He looked ancient, yet the power he  exuded was far greater than anyone he had encountered in Emperium. Isiah wasted no time in demanding answers from him, his voice dripping with anger and hostility.

The man was in his 90s and had a face etched with deep lines and wrinkles, each one telling a story of a long and eventful life. His hair, once a deep brown, had long since turned a wispy, pale white. 

His body was frail and thin, but his eyes still sparkled with a youthful vigor, hinting at the wisdom and experience that lay within. His hands were gnarled and spotted, each vein and knuckle protruding with an almost fragile fragility. 

" You are finally here? " the man said .

His voice was soft and wavering, yet it carried with it a quiet authority that commanded respect. Though his body may have been frail, his mind was sharp, with memories and experiences from a lifetime that had spanned nearly a century.

"Who the hell are you, and why did you bring me here? And where is Ciel and Lexie?" he barked at them, his eyes flashing with fury. He knew he could easily overpower them if it came to a fight, but he needed to know what was going on first.

The stepped forward and calmly asked, "How did you obtain this type of energy?" Isiah was taken aback by the question, not expecting it to be the first thing they would ask him. He paused for a moment, considering his response before finally answering.

"Why are you asking !" he said .

The tension in the room was palpable as he conferred quietly amongst himself , and Isiah could feel his frustration growing. He needed answers, and he needed them now. But he also knew that he needed to be patient and wait for the right moment to strike.

The man's voice was filled with awe and disbelief as he spoke to Isiah. "Let me explain to you that never in my entire life I have encountered such strength with such powerful spells. Rumours in the past spread the words about Lucas Duncan, the one who revolted against the system. There is only one who is capable of doing these things, and he did in the past before we just..." His voice trailed off, as if he was hesitant to say more.

Isiah's eyes narrowed at the mention of Lucas Duncan, his brother , and suddenly all of his senses were waiting for the conversation to continue.