“When I became a Decayling, I never thought I’d end up with some sort of elemental bias…” Arkay muttered, flicking a small globule of darkness between his fingers.
The three young, new Decay Lords had been rather idle over the last 24 hours. Between napping and eating, they had mostly been attempting to regain their strength, after somehow managing to complete an almost impossible challenge. While they had technically graduated and were no longer Decaylings, Arkay, Retvik and Litvir were still learning a lot, and in their studies today, they were educating themselves on the strange elemental powers they now possessed.
“My question is,” Retvik shrugged as he literally played with fire, summoning hoops of flames and throwing them across the room, making the flames harmlessly disappear before they hit anything. “My element is very obviously fire. Litvir clearly has some sort of psionic element. But most Decay Lords, I cannot generally tell. Yourself included, Arkay.”
“I’m not actually that sure myself!” Arkay tutted, the little globule fading into nothingness. “I thought maybe I’d pick up a totally new element, or at least something vaguely related to myself. Seems like ‘decay’ counts as an element these days…”
“And not ‘void’ or ‘life’ or something like that?” Litvir asked. Unlike the others, Litvir was just leaning back on his chair, happily chilling out. As far as he was concerned, he had already figured out the majority of his elemental prowess. Sure, his psionic element was incredibly vast and vague, but at least Litvir knew what his powers were based around.
“Pretty sure it’s just decay. Or darkness. Darkness also works. I have the same sort of power strength I had back when I was a proper death god. Nothing’s really changed.”
“What about our bosses though?” Litvir grunted. “Galyn is clearly some sort of plant or life-based elemental, what with the green leaves and vines all that. Vikalos leans towards the same elements Retvik here does. But Itaviir? I am utterly clueless.”
Arkay summoned a new globule of darkness, then smashed it together in his hands. He was still rather unsure on what to call his little element. Sure, Arkay was capable of making pretty much anything decay, but there was a weird… darkness to his powers. A subtle, dark, yet subtly glowing element that flowed across his body like water. “When I was a death god, I was wrapped up in a blanket of my own universe. Now… I don’t know what this stuff is.”
“The void itself, most likely…” Retvik offered his opinion. “Or just darkness, perhaps. After all, we all have a physical manifestation of our powers now.”
Litvir sat up, summoning a purple wave of energy in his hand. “Even my psionic powers appear on my own body. Itaviir always seems rather cold, maybe his element is water or ice or something.”
“It’s probably air or something…” Arkay tutted. “Can’t see most boring forms of air. Not unless you start peering too far into ultraviolet or infrared.”
“Would he not have wings or something then?” Litvir asked. “Most air elemental beings I assume would have wings.”
“Why would they need wings if they can control air and fly on their own?” Arkay asked back. “Heck, we don’t even need wings. I just make them out of habit.”
With a snap of his fingers, the energy around Litvir’s hand dissipated. He turned to his fellow Decay Lords and smiled. “You know, we should be doing something interesting right now.”
“What do you mean?” Retvik blinked, flicking away bits of flame.
“We are Decay Lords. We should be celebrating. Not sitting around, studying.”
“He’s got a point, actually!” Arkay smiled. “The bosses said they’d take us to the ‘good place’ or whatever it was called to pick out some new gear. They never took us.”
Retvik thought for a moment, then clapped his hands together. “You are both right. We should go and make some arrangements… After all, we deserve a treat or two!”