Heavenly Opposers-Chapter 289 - 288-More To Know.

"As said, let’s change the venue, shall we?"

As the words were spoken, Azrail looked at the person, the image of the person filling Azrail’s gaze as he thought.

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’Xalvador the Eclipsed’

Xalvador is a drow, part of the dark elven race, known for its affinity with the shadows and darkness. His onyx skin gleams like polished stone.

In terms of looks, Xalvador’s appearance is striking, not just for his dark elven features but for the quiet elegance he carries. His face is sharp and angular, with high cheekbones that add a touch of menace to his form. His lips often curve into a small, knowing smile that hints at the dangerous secrets he keeps, the lives he’s claimed, and the many ways he could end someone’s life without them ever seeing him coming. Xalvador’s entire aura radiates a sense of quiet power and lethal precision, making him both dangerously attractive and utterly terrifying. His reputation as The Phantom Reaper ensures that even among the 13 Elders, his presence commands respect and fear.

He wears sleek, dark armour designed to blend into the shadows, with small, intricate runes etched into the metal, allowing him to enhance his natural stealth abilities. There’s a constant sense of mystery around him, and his ability to phase in and out of existence only adds to his spectral, ghost-like reputation.

"You old fools need to stop pushing through"

The words of another woman spoke through, to which Azrail looked at the other woman.

’Nynara the Lament’

A spectral figure with ties to the ethereal world is of the Banshee race. Banshees are known for their deep connection to death and the afterlife, and Nynara is the epitome of this haunting legacy. Her appearance is otherworldly, with pale, almost translucent skin stretched thin over her gaunt frame, giving her a ghostly, sorrowful look. Her face is elongated, with high cheekbones and hollow cheeks that make her look both fragile and terrifying.

Her hair, long and flowing, is as white as the fog that clings to graveyards, and it sways unnaturally as if it were constantly being stirred by a wind only she can feel. It falls in soft waves down her back, often half-covered by the mourning shroud she drapes over herself, a dark and tattered cloak that seems to soak up the gloom wherever she walks. The shroud moves as if it’s alive, its edges trailing off into shadow, merging with the darkness around her.

Nynara’s eyes are sunken, as though the weight of the many souls she’s guided to the afterlife has pulled them deep into her skull. Yet, despite their hollow appearance, they are a striking, piercing silver that glows faintly in the darkness. Those eyes are hypnotic, drawing in anyone who dares to look at her too long, a reflection of the countless deaths she has witnessed and caused. There is an ancient sadness in her gaze but also an unyielding strength—an embodiment of death’s inevitability.

Her beauty, though haunting, is undeniable. There’s a strange allure to her—an ethereal, tragic elegance. Her tall, slender figure gives her a statuesque quality, almost like a living funeral monument. Her movements are slow and deliberate, with the grace of someone who knows that death comes for all things, and there’s no need to rush. Yet, despite her skeletal form and funereal appearance, Nynara carries a dignity that elevates her beyond simple fear. She is the embodiment of grief and mourning, yet there’s a cold beauty to her sorrow, like the stillness of a graveyard at midnight.

Known as *The Screaming Reaper*, Nynara’s voice is her most dangerous weapon. Her mastery over death’s wail is unparalleled. She can sing a mournful dirge that pulls the souls of the dead from their bodies, a sound so sorrowful that even the living feel their life force slipping away when they hear it. Her scream, sharp and devastating, can rip through the souls of her enemies, leaving them lifeless before they even understand what has happened. The sheer power of her voice has caused entire armies to fall silent amid battle, with soldiers dropping dead where they stood, their spirits yanked violently from their bodies.

Nynara’s presence alone carries a sense of impending doom as if the very air around her is saturated with the lament of countless souls. It is said that where she walks, flowers wilt, and the air grows colder, heavy with the scent of earth and decay. Her very footsteps leave behind a trail of sorrow, as though mourning follows her in an unending procession.

Despite her deadly power, Nynara is revered as much as she is feared. She is often called upon during times of great loss, as it is believed that her song can guide the souls of the departed to the afterlife peacefully, ensuring that they don’t become lost spirits. However, those who cross her path with ill intent do not receive such kindness, as her lament turns to a scream that brings only death. Among the 13 Elders, she is both a symbol of death’s mercy and its wrath, an entity whose name is whispered in both fear and reverence.

"We will let the one that will lead our darkness take the lead"

Another male voice, to which Azrail looked at.

’Damos the Eternal’

Known as The Deathless One, is a paradox embodied in the form of an elegant and strikingly handsome figure. Though his outward appearance resembles that of a youthful human male, his true nature defies the limitations of any single race or form. Damos once belonged to the Vaelari, an ancient species of death-touched elves renowned for their deep connection to life, death, and the energies that weave between them. The Vaelari were a rare, mystical race with long lifespans, but Damos had surpassed even their longevity, delving into the forbidden arts of immortality to become something far greater and far more unsettling.

Damos’s hair is a cascade of midnight black, sleek and flowing just past his shoulders, contrasting sharply with his fair, flawless skin. His face is sculpted to near perfection, with high cheekbones and a jawline sharp enough to appear as if it were carved from marble. He has a timeless quality, his beauty both captivating and unnerving, as if it belongs to someone who has lived too long and seen too much. His eyes, however, are his most arresting feature—deep, ancient pools of molten gold that shimmer with the flicker of countless lives he has lived and lost. Those eyes seem to pierce through any facade, gazing directly into the soul of whoever meets his stare. When people look into his eyes, they are often overwhelmed by the sense that they are staring into an endless abyss, a reflection of the eternity he has experienced, caught in the cycle of death and rebirth.

Despite his deathless existence, Damos’s beauty is that of an ageless, almost tragic figure, and there’s a certain melancholy that lingers around him. He is tall, with a lean, athletic frame that speaks to a life of combat and control, but his movements are fluid and graceful as if time has slowed for him. His body is a living paradox: impossibly perfect, yet brimming with an unsettling aura of impermanence as if he might shatter into dust or reform into something else at any moment.

Damos’s attire only adds to the eerie impression he gives. He is usually seen wearing intricately crafted robes of black and silver, the fabric shimmering with an ethereal light that seems to shift and move like smoke. The robe is adorned with arcane symbols that glow faintly, hinting at the dark magics he wields to sustain his immortality. Around his neck hangs a single obsidian amulet—the *Mark of the Void*—a talisman tied to his power over death and rebirth.

Damos’s power is rooted in undeath, a mastery of transcending the limitations of the physical body. He has achieved a form of immortality not by avoiding death but by embracing it fully. Over the centuries, he has mastered the art of transferring his consciousness between different vessels—whether they be clones of his original body, reanimated corpses, or arcane constructs of his creation. To him, death is not an end but a doorway, and he passes through it at will. He has "died" countless times, each time abandoning a failing body only to return to a new one, his memories and power intact. His mastery over the process of dying and being reborn has granted him insights into the very fabric of existence, and this deep knowledge is reflected in his aura—any who stand near him feel as if they are standing on the edge of infinity, both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

As a result of his deathless existence, Damos carries an aura of discomfort wherever he goes. There is something profoundly unsettling about being in his presence, as though one is confronted by the inevitability of death itself. Mortals who encounter him often feel a gnawing sense of existential dread, as if their mortality is suddenly laid bare before them, while even immortals find him disturbing—a constant reminder that death touches all things, even those who would seek to escape it.

Damos’s nickname, The Deathless One, reflects not just his immortality but his mastery over the cycle of death and rebirth. He can split his essence, creating temporary avatars or "puppets" to act on his behalf, allowing him to be in many places at once. These avatars are not mere illusions; they are real, functioning bodies imbued with fragments of his consciousness. And when one avatar is destroyed, its essence returns to Damos, granting him the knowledge and experiences it has gathered. It’s said that Damos has died a thousand times and yet has never truly perished. This immortality has made him a symbol of death’s inevitability yet also of its transcendence.

Legends tell of entire cities brought to their knees by Damos’s manipulations—where his puppet armies clashed with mortal forces, and even when they were defeated, he would always return, unharmed, in a new form. He is feared not just for his ability to outlive his enemies but for his tactical genius. Many believe that Damos plays the long game, his plans spanning centuries, if not millennia, always looking beyond the immediate battle to the inevitable conclusion.

Damos is a figure of fascination and dread among the 13 Elders. His mastery over the boundaries of life and death makes him a constant enigma, an eternal presence that none can truly defeat or dismiss. Despite his aloofness, many seek his counsel, for his knowledge of death is unparalleled, and his understanding of the afterlife and resurrection makes him a key figure within Oblivion’s Embrace. However, few truly trust him, for Damos plays by rules only he fully understands. His existence, teetering between life and death, casts a long shadow over those who serve with him, and even the most powerful beings know better than to underestimate The Deathless One.