The temple was dimly lit - only small beams of light weakly shone through the small windows. His footsteps echoed eerily as he walked slowly, thoughtfully, towards the altar. Eyes as dark as midnight, skin pale like the kiss of death on rosy skin, hair as straight as the morals he never had, the Necromancer stood gazing at the marvelous work of stone. He could see that the shadow he cast mingled with that of the altar's - he chuckled at the irony of it all. Him? Religious? Never.

Xeon slowly took out a bony hand, tracing his finely trimmed nails along the stone, tiny bits of dust scattering as he did so.

He had not come here to worship, or to repent. Only, he had come to tell Nayru of his wickedness, and he had no regrets of his actions. His lips parting slowly, Xeon revealed a set of sharp teeth, glinting dully in the limited light. His breath created a very fine mist of air as he hissed,

"I am close now. Very close. Everything is working out according to plan - soon, I shall find my father."

To anyone who might've been listening, that wouldn't have sounded so malicious. But with every breath he took, Xeon would truly explain the details of it all.

"And his soul, his blood, his flesh - I will devour every bit of him. He shall become one within me... everyone will fear me then... the most powerful Necromancer of the known world. And those who have wronged me, they will pay the inevitable price."

He then barked out a harsh laugh, his eyes narrowing.

"Born without even a drop of tear... they gave me hell for it... of course, it did not help that I was so different from them - my pale skin, dark hair... a witch they called my mother..."

His voice grew to nothing more than a hiss, like a wounded snake retreating into a hole. Xeon gripped his hand into a white fist, his dark irises almost glowing. Suddenly, the Necromancer reached into his jacket and produced a knife. He cut his finger, letting a small, crimson drop of blood roll down. Smiling, the mage let it drop unto the cold, stone floor at the altar's feet.

"And by my very blood, I swear - I will find my father."