Asriel Aurelis looked around the large room with wide-opened eyes of alarm, his icy blues clearly unfocused and wild as he scanned the area bout him, the muscles of his athletic arms tense with caution. He danced his eyes across the room rapidly, moving them from each of the coffins to the small group of women at the far end of the room itself. Suddenly he coughed deeply, leaning forward in the coffin as he hacked and desperately tried to pull breath into lungs that hadn't held air in several millenia. After a few desperate moments, he finally managed to pull in a deep and satisfying breath, moving back hands to pull the long strands of black hair away from his face as he tried to compose himself.<br/><br/>The last thing he'd remembered had been fighting against his brethren, against his father, Ashen Aurelis. He remembered the battle to be extremely brutal and vicious, lasting for hours on end as he was forced to contend with multiple Children of Aurelis whilst trying to simultaneously battle his own father. He'd managed to kill his father, sticking his own sword deep into the man's throat and eventually taking his head, but it had come at a price, while he had focused on taking the life from his father, it had left his backside open, and immediately the remaining numbers of his siblings had launched into him, stabbing him repeatedly with their own weapons. From there it was only a matter of time until he finally bled out, but he'd fought ferociously until he'd met that end, taking another three of the Children with him before he'd finally succumbed to the blood loss and passed on, entering a place that was nothing short of paradise. He knew that he'd entered fully into the Light's embrace, a warm and perfect place for Heroes, people who had given their lives for others, and he'd finally been at peace.<br/><br/>However now he found himself back in the world of the living, sitting in a coffin, surrounded by four others, and every single inch of his body screamed in pure agony at being suddenly ripped away from his perfect existence. Pain snapped through every synapse and nerve ending in his body, burning through his mind in a white-hot fury as his body became reacquainted with living and the feelings that assosciated with it. After a few moments it slowly subsided, removing itself to a dull pounding headache instead, of which he simply shoved to the corner of his mind. Pain was always something that could be dealt with at a later time.<br/><br/>He felt a hand on his right shoulder and immediately he burst into action, his left hand snapping around to grip onto the person's wrist, pulling them closer as he used the movement to propel himself from the coffin and carry his momentum towards them, bringing the two of them backwards to the ground, with him straddling over the other. In a flash he'd felt the bulge of a dagger's sheathe at the person's belt and immediately his right hand went towards it, pulling the blade free and whipping it forward to press it against the other's neck, his blue eyes narrowed in fury.<br/><br/>He suddenly realized who had touched him, as one of the Holy Mother's Sorceresses lay on the ground beneath him, her eyes wide with surprise and fright from the lightning quick movements, and the blade pressed to her throat. He doubted she'd been able to see more than a moving blur before being subdued. Asriel's eyes widened as he let the dagger fall to the ground, immediately falling backwards off of her to scoot backwards a few feet, his back resting against the coffin he'd once resided in. "I.... I am so sorry.... I didn't mean to..." He stammered, confusion and shock still flooding through his mind, clouding his thoughts and making everything seem absolutely surreal around him.<br/><br/>He brought both hands upward to press his palms against his forehead, threading his fingers through his hair as he let out a shaky breath. What the hell had just happened...? How was he alive...?