"You came back!"
a voice called, originating seemingly from every direction. It was high pitched, squeaky, and strangely eager to see him. Had this child's voice been any other child, Niyol wold have returned the enthusiasm two fold... but this particular voice was that of the child who had once killed her entire guild... Lillith. "What do you want?"
Niyol replied coldly while continuing his lonesome stroll through a moonlit David Copperfield movie. "I guess it makes sense you don't like me... I promise I'm not the same! You took away my magic just before I died so I wasn't being controlled by it."
she said while floating behind. Her hand reached out and grabbed Niyol's and began tugging. While normally ghosts and other form of ethereal undead were incapable of touching humans, Niyol wasn't entirely human, and his soul had a much more corporeal nature to it which made interacting with them the same as high-fiving a human. "Please don't be mean."
her voice came out, it was saddened, so much so that Niyol felt his heart begin imploding. He stopped, closing his eyes and steeling himself for when the child's spirit decided to try and kill him again. "It's been so long since I talked to someone... the others run away, and no one visits. I'm sorry, I'm really really sorry! Please don't le-" 'Excuse me!' "-You brought company again?"
Lillith's mood had improved. "No."
Niyol replied while listening for the source while placing his right hand on the hilt of the blade on his left side, getting ready to cleave whatever it was in half in case it was hostile.
Lillith released Niyol's hand, allowing his left arm to relax as they waited to see the source of the voice. When the source showed itself, it was hunched over with its hands on its knees, panting from the meager run it had concluded. 'You wouldn’t happen to be looking for the guild also, would you?'
it said after catching its breath... Niyol's eyes, dull, dark purple, empty, voidesque, and soul tearing as they were locked with hers, but in reality they were inspected every part of her being at the same time. Oceanic hues set on a back drop of fair, soft looking skin. Gentle lips among dulcet facial features, a light silver crown that dangled to the last inch of her back, shimmering in the moonlight and appearing fine as silk. A while and blue dress with sandles to match her hair... Over all, a very gentle looking creature. Niyol was a contrast to this, wearing no shirt, only bandages wrapped around his lower torso with scars decorating his pectorals. His abdominal muscles protruding through the bandages, showing that he was no slouch when it came to life, though the scars on his chest would suggest as much. Under his left eye was a scar that appeared to be a symbol of sorts, a single line running from the bottom of it, wrapping behind his left jaw and trailing down the back of his neck to a larger scar. This scar, had the bottom half not been hidden under the medical bandages, would appear as a demon's face. Another line trailed from the top-right half of the large back-scar that ran up to his right shoulder and spiraled down the arm, landing at a scar that encompassed the entirety of the back of his right hand that appeared to be a demonic scar, resembling the one on his back. Niyol's hakama, oriental styled combat robe bottoms, was torn in some places with stitching in others. The bottom of them flayed, having been so old that he was unable to repair the damaged ends. He wore no shoes, but his feet showed no signs of scarring at all, as though time had hardened his soles and made them resistant to the ground beneath them.
All this information was taken in in an instant, his time of surviving in the wilds had trained Niyol to know that just one second was all it took to die. Niyol was used to taking information in quickly, so by the time the woman had finished asking her question, Niyol had already examined every inch of her being, her soul, and the soul of her special companions... "Indeed, I have business with the denizens of that guild."
he said calmly. "Lillith."
Niyol said calmly, a magic circle appearing next to him showing a small girl with black pigtails and a dark purple dress came from it. "I'm going to expect you to make up for your past deeds."
his voice was apathetic, but not necessarily monotone. He looked at the woman, his eyes narrowing on hers "I am Niyol, the Guardian of Souls. What business do you have with the damned?"
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Niyol's magical presence can only be sensed by Soul or Death mages
Will fill in other effects later.