Raakshdos, as played by Meliodas
Outskirts of New Eden
Atop the city walls
Not even a subtle sign of hesitation could be found in the Grandmaster’s face as he continued to stare out into Oblitus, his hands folded behind his back. It was almost as if he were star struck, admiring the vast landscape for what may very well be the last time. His whole world was about to change as he prepared to assume control over the city. Much of the politics had been left to Grandmaster Anwil, leaving Raakshdos focusing on more pressing concerns like the safety and security of New Eden’s citizens. But now that he was the last remaining Grandmaster, it would be his responsibility to lead New Eden’s forces. The climate had been changing at a breakneck pace; first the King had fallen ill, and now Grandmaster Anwil had turned up dead in Oblitus. New Eden, now more than ever, needed steady leadership, the kind Raakshdos believed only he could provide in this time of need.
There was no questioning that Raakshdos towered over the pair standing behind him. At six foot eight, he was a titan to some, and a gentle giant to others. Many would argue that while he was a fierce competitor, he was still a man above reproach. He was a rather pragmatic individual, a realist, a person who viewed the world for what it was – nothing more, nothing less. The man had no time for nonsense and relied only on what had been proven to work in the past. When it came to following the law, for good or bad, he believed it was the only thing separating them from being animals.
With his blonde locks framing his face, he turned, paying little attention to the Ethereal as he knelt down in front of Ryuna. Clad in armor, his gauntlets seemed to almost disintegrate, turning to sand which sparkled under the morning sun, disappearing into the ether. With his hands bare, his fingers ran the course of the woman’s leg in an almost affectionate manner. “How many times must I tell you not to call me that? Friend will suffice.” Not even a smile was feigned as his fingers curled into one of her thighs, lifting her leg just enough to slip off the shoe which strap broke. Following suit with her other leg, he placed the shoes beside her and stood, his eyes, burning like two sapphires, catching hers briefly in his ascent.
“Is that hesitation in your voice, Ethereal?” His attention now rested on Rythe, with the colossuses shadow now stretching over the angel. It was an intimidating sight, one in which most had no reason to fear. “This is a day of mourning. In just over an hour hence, we bury a hero, so from this day forth I make a proclamation that this will be a day of remembrance. One in which we hail the sacrifices we have made in order to build a brighter tomorrow.” There seemed to almost be a hint of sorrow in his voice as he turned his attention to the city behind them. It looked so vivid from up there, the sights and sounds as the sun started to beat against the buildings, reflecting an almost divine light across the expanse.
“I must know what happened out there, Rythe. This wasn’t just an attack on a Grandmaster. It was an attack on our very way of life. People are going to begin asking questions, and it is only a matter of time before I’m going to be expected to make sure someone answers for this.” Just as the city would need to adapt to its role in the world, so would Raakshdos. He was no longer just a warrior anymore, but a politician. “I can only imagine what they are saying out there about me.
We must put their fears to rest…”