The Genesis Game

When Seraph finally reached the room marked 119, he felt an immediate sense of relief as he walked into the small but comfortable room that wasappealing  though spartan in its decoration, for him it was perfect. With everything that had happened over the last few days, he needed a break.

As much as Seraph wanted to fall face first into the bed and sleep for hours, he knew that was impossible, and he refused to let himself focus too much on it. Instead he steeled himself and headed straight into the bathroom and started the water for the shower, as much as he wanted to jump into the soak tub, he just didn't have time.

Piece by piece he took off the plate gear that had covered his body, and as soon as the piece left contact with his body, it changed forms reverting into much more manageable cloth pieces that he then tossed into the cleansing unit for quick cleaning.

Standing n.a.k.e.d in front of the bathroom mirror, Seraph looked at himself, the young face staring back at him was still surreal, pale, horns jutting out of his head, lines of glowing blue flowing through his veins because of his body of mana, and other parts of his body always moving, struggling to maintain their shape, a consequence of the malleable nature of his abyssal body. It was his face, but not his face, something else altogether.

"I'm thinking too much about this. It doesn't really matter if I'm young or old so long as I can fight in whatever form I take." That was his line of thought, but he couldn't control the surprising anger he felt looking at his reflection. The face that had looked back at him was no longer a child,with the change in his psyche Seraph's body had grown and now he appeared to be in his late teens. His body filled in with muscle. A far cry different than the skinny cripple he had reincarnated as only a few days prior.

Ignoring the feelings he stepped into the shower and let the hot water run off of his skin, hot enough that it would have scalded most people, but not him. It was calming, and quieted his mind. The serenity of the moment granting him an uncommon clarity that allowed his mind to wander and contemplate the problems he was trying to manage, and the situation he was in.

Bracing his head and hands against the wall, he let the water fall off his back as he mentally listed his problems.

The next set of people would be arriving the next day, and the World Dungeon would be going live sometime within the same time period.

The living situation in Hometown was going to get crowded quickly, and would become untenable soon, far sooner then in his past life.

Most of the elves seemed to have memories of him, whether full or partial, Seraph didn't know, but he was positive most considered him an enemy.

His old guildmates would be arriving soon to the dungeon, some but not all were truly evil and would stand in the way of his goal to ensure the survival of humanity.

The Dungeon Seed, was there somehow a way for him to still gain access? Seraph had not forgotten his promise to the monster that had once been his comrade Reverend.

The World Dungeon had changed, becoming more hostile and dangerous, and while he couldn't rule out that his perception of danger due to his weakened state altering his belief in the changes.

The offer of the Demon Prince, he was as much in favor of it, as he was against it, the Demon Prince in the grand scope of things was a much smaller player then the absolute destruction that would occur should Seraph fail. He could defeat a demon if needed. Seraph knew what his answer would be.

He turned off the water, the bathroom heavy with steam and stepped out of the shower. Few answers came to him, but at least he was able to organize his thoughts. Grabbing a towel and drying himself off as he reached into the cleanser and removed his newly cleaned gear, fresh and no longer marred by waste and the grim of the road.

"One other thing I need to think on. I'm still owed a higher tier cosmetic for the tutorial." Monsters, demons, demihumans, an assortment of images ran through his mind, but as he thought of his reaction to his own image, Seraph went ahead and dismissed becoming even more of a monster than he was already. A solution to one of his problems presented itself, and with a higher tier cosmetic promised, Seraph might be able to get an exception to policy, he would become one of the elves.

A few minutes later, Seraph emerged from the bathroom clean, refreshed, still tired, but feeling far less haggard then he had been feeling, good enough to meet with Sadie and hear what she needed to say.

One cue and always punctual, Seraph heard a knock on his door, opening it to see Sadie on the other side, once again in her Green Leather armor, her glowing sword on her hip.

"Come in, let's get this over with." Said Seraph as he motioned for her to sit down in one of the two chairs in the room as he sat down in the other.

She turned around and locked the door behind her, then used an ability that covered the door with a thick translucent shield. "This is so our conversation remains private, I'm sure you remember that a locked door alone isn't enough to ensure privacy."

Seraph grunted, not wanting to admit that she was correct, or that he had forgotten that fact. "Let's just get down to it Sadie, what brings you here, a few days ago your hate and animosity towards me was something you could hardly control, and now you're suddenly cordial? Spare me. What do you want."

With a look that was meant to turn his blood cold, Sadie glared at him. "We are not friends Seraph, we are not comrades, you have always been the villain in my story. You murdered my race and you plundered my city. Even as vassals of the dungeon, we are not immortal, many of those killed by your hand still haunt the streets at night, while here you are, alive, well, and pampered as your victims remain in a state of damnation that even my master cannot cure."

"I made my point already Sadie. I told you once, I will not apologize for that past." Remarked Seraph as the tension in the room began to rise.

Sadie suddenly stood up, the force of it flinging her chair over as she screamed at him. "I'm not asking for an apology. I'm asking to be allies. I can't have a repeat of what happened, happen again. You humans are all the same, it doesn't matter if it's you or someone else, conflict between our people is inevitable. I've resigned from my post and renounced the protection of the Dungeon, I have been allowed to live again as a mortal, I have become a player again."

The news shocked Seraph, he didn't know how to respond.

"I know what your thinking." She responded when he said nothing. "It is a crazy thing to do, but my people need to survive, and for that, I need you to be successful, and as you showed me the other night when you saved my life, even you can change. I can still hate you and work with you if it means preventing war between humanity and the elves.

Nodding his head in agreement Seraph spoke up. "I've had something of a similar thought. We need some way to bridge the gap between our two species so we can lean on each other for survival, and I think I've got a way."

"Are you willing to join my team and bind yourself as an ally?" Asked Seraph with all seriousness.

She nodded and held out her hand to confirm. In hindsight Seraph realized this had probably been her goal the entire time as he took her hand in his and shook it and activated his ability, the effect of which caused her to fall unconscious on the ground.

Notification: You have used Demonize on the Elf Woman "Sadie Harmontree". 

Racial Change: With the use of the ability "Sadie Harmontree" has become a "Fel Elf".

"Dungeon". Seraph cried out. "I wish to use that which is owed to me, grant me elven traits, I don't care which ones."

Notification: You have been granted a new racial cosmetic.

Effect: Gained "Slender Hands" 

Secondary Effect: Increases damage output of spells and abilities by 25%

Racial Change: You have become an Abyssal Elf