Erebus came into being, surrounded by the light of Dieu and just watched. His eyes followed the magnificent and was curious as to what it was, what it did. Another thought filled Erebus' mind. What is this curiosity? What is this urge to know, this urge to understand, this urge to have? He had been imbued by the power of the light yet he had not done anything with it. Instead he had looked.<br/><br/>He had looked and he had seen what the others did. One created something blue and wet, the entity he knew was called Camin but Erebus did not know why he knew that or how Camin had that name. Neither did he know why he himself was named Erebus, all he knew was that it was a term that represented himself. And he would be proud of that. Erebus was, just like Camin, Argonas and Dieu.<br/><br/>While Camin's creation excited him, he was obsessed with Argonas'. What he had created, what he had made, it felt like power. Raw power that he had brought forth. But as he floated besides Argonas, his mind was filled with Argonas' words and felt a hollow feeling. He knew Argonas had made an error. Feeling curious, Erebus touched the energy and let the nine words flow through his mind, accepting them, acknowledging them. With his hand still in the energy, he spoke a single thought that had come along with the feeling that Argonas had faulted.<br/><br/>"<strong>Necromancy </strong>... The Power of bringing back what has been lost to us, Death."<br/><br/>Erebus looked at Argonas, his eyes staring at him and his lips moving, though no proper sound came out of it. What exactly he had said to the other entity can only be roughly translated into words, words that do nothing but point out the addition Erebus had made. An addition that had been created and can not be undone now. The words, they spoke "Missed one."