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[Raje Damen]

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The sounds of screams, the feeling of dread, and the wind of ice cold emptyness surrounded Raje this evening. He could hear thunder or what he thought was thunder from the distance and yet despite hearing all of this he knew his time of being on the plane of existance had ended. He was not the ghost who had walked the hill this day, not anymore, he was something else entirely, not physical or ethereal he was nothing. Yet despite being nothing he could still feel, but he felt in a more exact sense. He felt everything all around him, sounds, pain, fear, dread, anger, hatred, and pain ever aggonizing pain. This pain shot through him like nothing he had ever experienced before. Just then he saw and felt a cold dim light on himself, this light burned it burned as only he could have guessed the sun would burn. It burned so much that he prayed for death, he begged for nothingness. "Do you know why you are here fool?" said a voice echoing from every direction. Raje did not answer and with no answer came even more pain. So much pain that he could not think, see, or speak. He only knew of this pain. It went on for what seemed like hours, "Do you know, why you are here you worthless spec?" said the voice once more. "I am here because I was tired of dealing with that girl, Edda." said Raje who was instnatly cast back into the same kind of torture. "You are weak, too weak to rejoin the Order I think," said the voice. "I am not weak I just do not want to dea. . . AHHHHHHH!" screamed Raje as he was interupted by the pain which was not only coming and punishing him it was tortureing him with the visions of the girl now, of Edda. "You will deal with her and you will do what she says or else you will be as I swore to you ripped of your spirit which is the only thing you really have left and you don't truly have that at this moment as it is bound this, your prision, the chaotic dimension." The voice crackled as does a storm in its' peak of Rage. "So unless you wish to be bound here, where there are no fun, no games, no acceptance, nothing but pain and torture and chaos unrestrained. So much pain and torture and chaos that you will be ripped apart for eternity." The voice hissed as does the rain when it is being blown out of control by a tornado or a hurricane. "You will return and this is your last chance, you will submit yourself to whomever the Order tells you to submit yourself to, not to do this is to submit yourself to torture and pain unbelieveable. Not even the Order can know the pain you will bare witness to. However before you leave, I feel you should be tortured by this dimension until you agree to submit completely to the will of Oblivion and the Order even if that means you must listen to a girl who you feel or felt was unworthy of controling you. Remember you are Oblivion's subject and if the Lich Lord tells you to reguard him as Oblivion then do so," The voice growled as if it were that of a great fire, a fire so great that it could consume an entire world or perhaps a universe unto itself.

Raje went through unmentionable torture until he submitted himself to the Order completely even if it meant allowing Edda to control him. He had lost any pride that he once felt in being in existance he knew only to serve and to stay his words unless they were commanded by one of the Order. The only way he would ever regain any pride, any sense of self, any understanding of being a individual was if he were given that by the Order which meant he must be accepted first.