In the spiritual world, everything felt as if you were floating, nothing ever changing, the world surrounding you was pitch black, at least, the one surrounding this particular spirit was. Stars falling all around was the only light he'd ever seen in this place. The planets of the universe could be seen, as their rotation was slow or fast. This world belonged to the celestial spirit, those who had seen the world unfold, destiny shattering mankind hope and setting the wheels in motion.
This place belonged to the unknown, to the past, the present and futur, as all of the aspect of life were set in the 22 cards of the Major Arcana, known as the Tarot. Many had use these cards to predict the futur, to call for wisdom or advice in life. But few truly knew how to handle them, sometime leading to misunderstanding. To interprete their divine guidance resulted in a long study of the art of cartomancy and divination. One could not simply tap into the futur without prior knowledge or belief.
As for him, he simply saw the world as it passed by, hanged by the foot, he could see everything down below. This position, he had chose for himself, but neither did he was hurt or felt pain. He waited, simply, patience being his best friend as he waited for those in need to ask for his advice. The notion of self sacrifice being what he knew best, an act of generosity, an act of offering in order to save others or obtain something. Self sacrifice could never be avoid at some point, be it the woman giving birth to a child or the man working from morning to night to field his crops.
Self sacrifice could be seen in many forms, yet, many people are in such a hurry, for a human life is short and often, self centered. He slowly opened his eyes, as he felt someone calling, a chant, a ritual. But not in the usual spiritual stance...this time, he was physically called into the world of the living. Had one found his card, the one of the 22 Major arcana, engraved with powerful magic, enough to summon one of those celestial spirit into the world? He was curious now.
He could feel the wind of change turning as he was cast upon the Earth. As the magical circle started to shine brightly, the spirit started to appear, first, a rope, straight, moving up as foam and mist started bubbling from the card itself at the center. Then a foot, attached to that same rope, moving upward, soon follow by the rest of the body, one leg hanging by that rope, the other bend on the side. His arms crossed on his chest, eyes closed and a peaceful look on his face.
The thin and slender young man that appear had brown skin and grey blond short hair, rounded by a red thorn piece of tissue. His neck, arms and tight were covered in red bandages, a short black stitched sleeveless top covered his front and a pair of black short of the same kind added to the clothing. A rope, hanged from his neck and many golden piercing could be found upon his ears and face, a necklace of opals and aqua like gem hanged from his hair. XII was carved in his skin, right under his left eye.
Once all of his body was out of the card, he stayed there, suspended in the middle of the circle, his head at the same level that of Rylzyr. The circle stopped shining and returned to his grey black ashes state and the mist also stopped. He slowly opened his eyes, where the eyeball should be white, it was a bright purple and his iris were an electric blue, as for his pupil, it was downright white.
-To thee who have called me...I am Liesel...The Hanged man...state your name...-
His voice was soft, calm and peaceful.
