Nazar blinked slight,more of a further test then anything as the man spoke. Nazar hadnt expected to run into Concordia royalty on his trip. He was aware that others from the realm were trapsing about the earth. But there motives were of no importance to him. Over the years he'd heard scraps, rumors of the demise of the royal family, and mad ravings of there locations. He'd paid them no mind, but the famiarity of this ones life force demanded attention " I am quite well, as I can be at the moment " this royal, had no knowledge of who he truly was it seemed, that was interesting in itself. If he didnt know who he was, then he wasnt aware of the power he held either. leaving him defenseless.

Nazar walked around the room slowly, his eyes locked on the mans, the darkness of the room, most of it dispelled by the light, moved unnoticably at his presence. The light wavering around him in a dance of love and hate " My travels seem to have brought me here. I apologize for intruding on your abode, though a place like this seems unworthy for one such as you " he popped his neck, gaining more and more familarity of the body " You seem like the type to take to more regal things. But I suppose if one is to be alone, it fine enough. Here where life seems sparce. Life....such a cruel mistress. Lacking the calm and serenity death brings. Don't you agree? " his eyes shining ever so slightly in the pale light.

Concordia

Morganna leaned against a wall, drained and sweating. She cursed that wretch Nazar. It had been her power that allowed him passage to earth. She admits, she'd never dreamed of using the Bloodwalk in that manner. Hating Nazar all the more when he'd brought it up to her in a tone that said she should have. It had taxed her greatly and taken all of her stock away. Growling to herself, she undid the lasings of her dress and robes, letting the crimson garments fall away and leaving her naked body revealed. Her body was smooth and free of any markings. It's clearness made her horribly ill. She pulled a knife from her clothes and crooned a few words, calling on her bloods unholy power. The knife glew a deep blood red and floated in the air. At her command, it circled around her body. Diving down and slicing at her flesh, cutting deep. Morganna shivered as her flesh was pierced. No blood flowed from the wound, held back at her whim.

Uriel watched the display. Morganna's naked figure uninteresting, her magics though were. She stood there shivering in ecstacy as her enchanted knife ripped though her body, till every inch of it was covered with scars in the form of intracet runes. Once she felt every part of her was teeming wih power, she pulled her clothes back on and tucked in the knife. She caught Uriels gaze " Was the display to your liking? " she purred

Uriel flicked his ears " Hardly, Now that master Nazar is away it is up to us to look after his forces, alright witch? " he never called her by name. Always referring to her as witch or Blood Magus. She was untrustworthy, only someone of Nazars presence and power would allow her stay. That she plotted to overthrow him was no secret.

Morganna smiled, anger behind her mask. Stupid beast. He spoke to her as if she was nothing, she was vastly of more then it. But she knew better. Nazar had layered Uriel in spells to add onto the Hippo's already great power. As much as she'd love to seize his forces in the masters absense. She was unsure of her chances against Uriel " I hope Nazars trip is enjoyable and he returnes safely " she turned and exited the caverns, her mind welling with ambiton and how she could achive it.

Earth: Ireland

James cocked his head as the boy started talking. The way he spoke was odd, like something out of his books. He shook his head, "Unworthy? It's a nice house, out in the countryside and not anywhere near the cities. It does well for me. You talk like I'm somebody famous or something. I'm just a writer, kid. And I wouldn't say life is all bad. I certainly enjoy it, especially as opposed to the alternative." He said, massaging his hand before taking the ice pack off. It didn't look to bad, just a superficial burn. It would be gone in about a day. He looked back at the boy, "Look, I need to go somewhere. Is there someone I can call to come pick you up, or something?" He asked, taking his cell phone out of his pocket.

Earth: The Airport (Maintenance closet)

Sorcha smiled, having realized the woman, Saige, had indeed managed to teleport with them back to the beach. She was a little surprised due to the havoc reining upon the poor hotel’s lobby, with the guests running in every direction and nearly trampling upon the fallen. None of that mattered, though. They were now standing in a large dark room with shelves lining the walls and filled with all sorts of items used to clean dirty areas or to mainly tidy up the airport; the room just happened to be the maintenance room. After looking around for a moment or two, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dark, Sorcha remembers what the bounty hunter had said and turned to her. Saige stood next to Masaharu, watching silently.

“You should already know that a member of the royal family always keeps their word, no matter what, but if you insist on such a needless ritual, I will humor you.” Reaching her hand out and following what Reicha said to do, Sorcha waits patiently for what was to happen next.

Earth: Sean’s Estate

Corissa’s gaze glared down at Will’s face. The man absolutely infuriated her, more like annoyed her beyond anything she could even imagine, but the startled look on his face nearly wiped away that annoyance, curiosity soon replacing the emotion. With her hand still gripping his arm, she narrowed her eyes and squeezed her fingers tighter, nails digging in a tad. His apology startled her even more, though, her grip loosening to where the nails no longer dug into his skin. It took her a moment or two to pull herself back to reality, and when she did, she slapped him once again across his cheek. “Snap out of it, Will! We have plans to make.”

The tournament grounds

Shien turned around and Glared at Kiel. He was ready to fight anyone since now he was annoyed. However what Valius said next just depressed him. Great so not only does he not get his bed yet, he went through all this for nothing. Now he had to go retreive Cleo like he was some kind of meaningless lackey. At least it was Cleo he was supposed to get. He talked to her a few times before and she wasn't so bad. Much more tolerable then the rest of the league who disgusted him. He walked over to Valius and took the Pendant. "I really hate you sometimes Vally. My Bed better be in my chambers when I get back." With that he took off for the mirror. He left his sword in his room and changed his clothes to more resembling those of the Earthlings.

Now dressed in a pair of Blue Jeans, a White T Shirt and a black leather Jacket (The jacket and shirt encganted to hide his demon arm), he was ready to go. His gun was hidden inside his jacket and he assumed the identity of an undercover police officer. He wore the pendant under his shirt and walked through the mirror. He found himself in Australia. There wasn't much around him, and on the ground was a marking that only those blessed with Magic could see. It was where they needed to return to. He looked around a bit and noticed a pub. "Thanks for the Memories pub, eh? I suppose I could use a Drink before wandering around aimlessly looking for Dear Cleo."


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Tournament grounds after Shien's exit

Vann listened to what Valius had to say. "Understood. They are marked, the will be eliminated soon enough. Anyone in the way will also be killed." Vann feared nothing and with a mighty beat of his wings he was gone. He passed through the mirror prior to Shien since he didn't cover his appearance. He was an assassin, used to hiding in the shadows. Those that gazed upon him died. Simply as that. As he found himself next to a lake looking similar to a battleground, he activated his ability to see those who were marked. He had Sean within seconds and was off. Sean was close too, but Scythe's slave was with him. He didn't like the fact of having to fface Scythe if he was there, but he would. Scythe was known as a demon on the battlefield for a reason, but Vann wasn't new either. He stalked in the woods outside Sean's estate. Once he had the brother in his sights, it would be over. Vann would end it quickly.


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Sean's Estate

Will stared at Corissa with a shocked expression as she smacked him once more. "What the hell is your problem woman? I was simply apoligizing for being out of line and you slap me again!!! I swear I will never understand you." Just then he realized that Sean had said he was going out. They simply let him go? However before he could say anything, there was an odd burst of winds outside. Almost like a sonicboom. Scythe realized what, or rather who that must've been and instantly activated Omniscent Sight. Looking out the window he scanned the area. Sean was headed for a shed or something, whatever. However in the woods Vann was stalking, Will cursed this luck. It seemed Valius didn't trust him and Vann being there meant that he would have no bait for Sorcha if Sean was dead. He grabbed Corissa and switched spots with her. Now standing over her he whispered. "Valius has sent Vann. You know what that means, and without my Scythe I am not sure I can best him. We need to stop him, otherwise we lose the bait for Sorcha. Understand me Corissa?"


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Devin Story Chapter 2

Devin Pendus was born a healthy child. A happy bouncing baby boy. However his mother wasn't so lucky, having died giving birth. An unfortunate side affect of the unholy ritual, but a necessary one. Poor Lillian and James, both dead so young, but as noble sacrifices for the greater good.

Devin grew up an orphan, yet it never got to him. Not once did he ever curse his life, or his luck. He just enjoyed every day to it's fullest, playing with his toys. He was initially adopted by a poor family. Yet their luck had greatly increased soon after and Devin always had what he wanted. Always had what was best for him. In school the kids were always jealous of this. Despite his kind hearted and sharing nature, Devin was often bullied and picked on. For almost two years this took place, everyone else either ignoring it or blissfully unaware.

Now Devin was Six years old. He was playing with his favorite toys down by a pond where he lived. That was until the bullies decided to show up again. They beat him up and decided to take his toys. There were 4 bullies in all, each taking a different toy with then. Well at least three of them left. The 4th boy stood there teasing Devin.

Devin was trying to stay calm but instead he just ended up crying. The bullies relentless insults didn't stop. He not only insulted his current family, but his dead parents as well. In the end he decided to finish by breaking Devin's favorite toy in half. Devin looked on and finally something just snapped. His tears stopped. His rage grew and suddenly the bully was on the ground.

Devin stood there waiting for the bully to get up, while his hand bled from the punch. The bully slowly got up and came after him. Devin just unleashed a kick to the boy's stomach that sent him flying and Devin's own knee bruised from the force of it. The bullies body hit a tree, snapping both his arm and spine simultaneously. The bully fell into the water. Paralyzed from the waist down, and having one arm broken the bully begged for help.

He screamed and pleaded yet only one was around to help, or at least so it seemed. Devin picked up his broken toy and walked over to the sinking boy. He threw the toy in the water and watched the bully go under. he stood for a moment as the toy and bully both sank. He stood there stone faced but turned as he saw a cloaked figure holding a Scythe from the corner of his eye.

As he turned the figure was gone. With a shrug he turned and began walking home. His eyes began to tear up and he started crying. Not for what he had done, but for his broken toy, and hurt hand and knee.

Earth: Sean's Estate

Listening to Will speak of the danger about to befall Sean, Corissa felt that familiar need to protect her 'brother'; whether it be for love or not. Staring into Will's eyes, something flashes in her own as she speaks in a low, dangerous tone. "I understand completely, Will. I must save Sean." She'd hardly paid attention to the mentioning of Will's Scythe and stood up from the bed, bolting from the bedroom and down the stairs. She already began to formulate a plan, one that would delay Vann's advance upon the brother. She slowed once exiting the house and went to stand close to the wall, already satisfied with the knowledge Sean was safely tucked away in the house somewhere. Then, leaning her back against the wall, Corissa closes her eyes and seeks out the exact positioning of Vann. Being a Concordian, and one wielding the power of illusion, she would be able to detect another magical being close by. She found him, hiding within the forest and smirked. "Well, well-- lookie what I found," She muttered, smiling gleefully.

Pushing from the wall, Corissa runs towards the treeline bordering the estate, sticking to the shadows. She reaches a rather large tree and uses it as a shield and crouches low to the ground. Vann felt closer and she knew this to be the perfect perch. Closing her eyes, she conjures up an image of Sean walking outside of the house and over towards the sidewalk where he stopped to look around. He wore a pair of running shorts, and was shirtless (more for Corissa’s pleasure). On his feet, he wore a pair of athletic running shoes; and having remembered Will mentioning his scythe, she directed Sean’s illusion to run in the direction of the cave.

Earth: Airport

Reicha frowned fiercely as the princess insulted one of her race's greatest rituals, "This is hardly a meaningless ritual, dear Princess, and your gross lack of knowledge about the people over which your family ruled is rather distasteful." She said, aligning her hand with Sorcha's. Then, without warning, she bit deeply into both of their hands, drawing back her head and grabbing the girl's hand before she could pull away if she chose to try. Pressing their wrists together, the blood mingled, Reicha's gray blue blood, with Sorcha's red, "Let the ancestors hear this promise. I, Reicha Sharite of the Blood Sweep Sands Relequistian tribe, do solemnly pledge my life to the goals and life of you, Sorcha of Concordia's royal blood. I will protect you with my life and assure that the goals of your mission are fulfilled within the best of my abilities on this mortal field. Should I fall in combat, I wish for my remains to be sent to the tribe to do with as they will. I am the poison in your enemies veins and I am the shield you may use as you will."

She paused here, the silence biting into them. Reicha's eyes were unwavering, and the blood on their hands was beginning to dry, both tacky and crust at the same time, almost like a glue, "Do you, Sorcha, child of Concordia's Royal Blood, solemnly swear to abide me the Relequistian right of equality and proper representation within the court of the Kingdom, as has been denied us for generations past? Do you swear to abide the protection of the Relequistian freedom from the persecution among the races of Concordia? Do you swear to lift the exile that your ancestors threw upon my people for one man's mistakes?" It was no secret that the Relequistian were one of the most hated peoples in all of Concordia due to the mistake of the leader of the Relequistian nation so many generations ago. Because of those mistakes, the long ago King of Concordia sentenced all of the race to exile into the Blood Sweep Sands, a harsh desert environment the people were not expected to survive. But the Relequestian were stronger than the King had foreseen, and they survived the trials of the sands and made it their new home. While they did not prosper, they did not suffer either. This was Reicha's main reason for distrusting humans in general, whether of Concordian or Earthling descent. They took power and made those around them suffer as they saw fit. Her eyes were locked on Sorcha's. She could either agree, or the deal could be made with Valius. While Reicha hated with all her soul the League, she would not let her people continue to suffer for a man who had died thousands of years before.

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Concordia: Tournament Grounds

Kiel let out a sigh. How pathetic. Valius was practically bribing his subordinates to do his bidding. A man need only rule with fear, so that no man dare betray him. This was a firm belief within the Dragon-Kin race. Kiel strode over to Valius, glaring a little at the stop of the first real battle he'd had in years, "If you will not allow me the pleasure of crippling the half-human, could you at least think of something for me to do? This castle's fragility is suffocating. I need to feel the blood pumping of a fight. Anything would do. As long as I get a challenge." He said, anger decorating the edges of his tongue, but kept mostly under control, "I was not bred to stand and look pretty, Valius, I was bred for war. Give me something to fight. Surely there is some problem that requires my brand of fun?"

Sean's Estate

Vann sat there waiting for Sean for a few minutes. He was ready to wait for hours if needed, however he spotted Sean not too long after he arrived. He watched for a few moments to see what Sean was doing. He was running? The Earthlings had such odd customs at times. Van readied himself. He pulled the Blade from it's Sheath. He wanted to give the boy enough time to get away from the house. Why test Scythe, if it wasn't necessary? Vann waited and waited. He streched his wings as he deemed him far enough away. He didn't want to overshoot him so he decided on 60 MPH being enough speed. He dug his feet into the ground and readied himself. "One Down..."

Meanwhile Will had climbed outside the window onto the ledge. He planned on jumping VAnn as he came near from up there, but Corissa seemed to posses some form of Illusion Magic. He smirked a bit and hid around the side of a wall and waited. Corissa would draw him out this way. With Omniscent Sight all Will needed to do was time this right, which wasn't hard.

Vann shot off, however Will had him outmatched. He took the knives from their Sheathes and took a header off the roof. He landed ontop of Vann as he sped by and plungged his daggers into Vann's wings. Using Blood Rage he was nearly able to cut them both off but was unsucessful before they both hit the ground. The rolled quite a few feet away from the house. One of Will's daggers were still in Vann's wing while Will gripped the other. The both stood and locked Gazes. Vann turned his head a bit as the cuts in his wings healed up and Will's eye began to bleed.

"You do not carry your scythe. That will be the death of you." Vann charged in as Will parried Vann's sword with his Dagger. Will grabbed Vann's throat and using Blood Rage on his own hand tried to crush the Dark Angel's throat. Unfortunately it didn't work. Vann kicked Will and he went flying back. With each Clash they were getting closer and closer to the cave, while getting further and further from Sean. Will stood up and spun the dagger in his hand, while the other started bleeding.

Will smirked. "That all you got?" He stood hig ground, although he did wish he brought a few potions with him. He forgot them behind in his rush. Vann charged once again this time aiming the blade at Will's chest. He threw himself to the ground allowing Vann to fly over him. He Blood rage kicked Vann upwards shattering a few of Vann's ribs. Bones were a bit harder to heal, then a cut. Vann slammed into the ground as did Will. Blood was running down Will's leg, and his knee was slightly dislocated.

He stood up through the pain and just looked at Vann wh was hurting from the last attack and unable to fix the ribs yet. He coughed up some blood as Will continued to lose his. It wasn't often that Will thought he had a chance at dying, however there was the possibility this time. All due to his lack of equipment. He hoped Corissa had another trick up her sleeve, or at least a Potion. Things weren't looking too promising for him.

Earth: The Airport (Maintenance closet)

Saige couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It was also—unrealistic, sorta like watching a movie in the theater, only, she was actually part of the movie. She watched and listened as the one named Reicha scoffed at the--- Princess?—then bit both of their hands. Sorcha had winced slightly and actually felt the ritual sweep it’s way into her blood and all the way through to her soul. She breathed in deeply, held it, then exhaled slowly as she voiced her promise to the bounty hunter. The Princess knew somewhat of the woman and her people’s history, but also knew this was a time where new alliances were to be made and she could not ignore this one.
Once the ritual had finished, Sorcha stared straight into Reicha’s eyes and nodded. “Your people are forgiven, their crime having been long ago. We will need your people’s strength for the on-coming war. I thank you for your people’s future services. Now, let us move on and board a plane. I have a plan.”

An hour passed and the group of four soon found themselves seated first class on their way to Ireland, where Keegan unknowingly awaited the arrival of his sister and his memories.


Earth: Will vs. Vann

Corissa pushed from her hidden spot, losing her concentration and the illusion as well the second Will jumped Vann from the ledge. She sprinted to the front of the estate and came to a complete stop, watching the battle from where she stood until it moved further way. Running down the street and towards the bloody battle, she arrived the very same moment the battle came to an end with Vann lying on the ground with one of Will’s daggers stuck in his wings. Will—Scythe—was standing with blood flowing down his leg and it looked—broken? Just by the look of his injuries, as she could see more, it looked as if Will could quite possibly die. Did she want him to die? No, she did not.

Wiping away the sweat rolling down her brows, she sprints over to him and wraps both arms around his torso. “Will, the battle is over. I’m sure Vann will need time to heal and re-energize. Let’s go to the cave.” Since the cave was only a 100 hundred yards away, she practically dragged him to it and entered the place only she and Will could see. Corissa pulled him over to where two beds sat, both with a blanket and pillow each. She laid Will down upon the first. “Lay there and I will find the potions to heal you.” Within a few minutes, she had the healing potion he kept saved for situations such as these and was pouring the liquid down his throat. “There. You should be feeling better soon enough, Master.” She had stripped him of most clothing, having mending what she could and letting the potion do the rest.

Concordia: Heading to Castle Oblivion

Both Pyrus and Demetrius were riding on their own mounts to the castle, keeping a comfortable distance from each other. Demetrius was mount on white stallion, while Pyrus was mount on one of his dracule. Pyrus was able to see the construction of the new castle behind the castle that was once know as the Saint Gloriana. Valius stripped this name from the castle after taking hold of it.

"I see Valius is making big moves!" Pyrus said, as he hadn't seen the castle in almost a year. Demetrius was on ground level, so he didn't have Pyrus's view. However, Demetrius was more updated on the castles appearance. "Announce our arrival dracule!" Pyrus commanded before the creature let out a deafening screech.

Tournament Grounds: The League of Burden

Just hearing the name that Shien had given Valius, caused him to clench his fists. If Shien wasn't useful, Valius would have surely made him regret calling him anything besides King. Valius cursed under his breath before Kiel had approached him. Kiel had been deprived of battle for a long time, which Valius could tell just by the warrior's tone. Unfortunately, he had nothing for Kiel to do.

"My apologies Kiel, but I have nothing for you to kill. If you want, I can get some slaves for you t-" Valius paused as he heard something in the sky over Kiel's shoulders. "Forget what I said. Today is your lucky day. Kill that creature in the sky behind you. It looks collosal from here." Valius said before turning from his blood thirsty warrior with a grin.

Sean's Estate

Sean was currently taking a refreshing hot shower. It helped him forget about Elliot's stupidity, which actually did good for the weather outside. The thunder and lightning was lessening. He had to go out tonight for some more business, but he just hoped he could get home early enough to go to bed. He didn't enjoy being less than 100%. His phone began to vibrate on sink, but he didn't hear it over the strong water pressure.

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The Cave

Will was in an out of it as Corissa dragged him to the cave. As Corissa began helping him, he felt the warmth of one of his potions down his throat and then taking effect. He looked at Corissa as his wounds began to close up. He looked down noticing all he was wearing was a pair of boxers. He contemplated making another reference to her sexual desires but after the last time decided against it.

Vann was having difficulty moving in his current state, but he knew Will was worse. He decided that if he didn't finish it now, he may not be able to. Sean could wait to die. Vann went in the direction they ran off into. He had yet to mark them unfortunately, Will made sure of that. He wandered around looking for a clue, for something. Little did he know, he was standing right outside the cave.

Will noticed him there. He stood up, signaling for Corissa to be quite. He picked upp his dagger, as well as a Potion and he also saw his Scythe. He tossed the Dagger out directly at Vann, but not activating blood rage on it. The he grasped his Scythe and jumped out of the cave. Vann saw the dagger and easily deflected it with his wing, however, Scythe used that to slash Vann's wing and retreive his second dagger. Vann jumped back, but Scythe wouldn't let him recover.

He infused the potion with blood Rage and tossed it at Vann. Upon contact Vann was covered in fire and screamed. Scythe didn't let up. As most of the fire disappeared, Scythe swung at Vann gashing him deeply across his chest. That was it. Vann could no longer fight and they both knew it. Vann jumped back coughting up blood. He looked at Will, who was now acting like his true self, Scythe. "You win this time." He said as he bolted off at high speeds. He could barely hold his sword and get away, but he did manage.

Will collected his daggers and went back to the cave. He dropped them all once inside and then collapsed next to Corissa. "Thank you. I may... Have... be...been dead... without your help. Now do what you did again for me, if you please." Will had sustained new blood rage injuries, as well as sever exaustion. "I think I was jumped by a rival gang of Sean's. He shouldn't have a problem with me there now. He owes me." Will said with a smile before passing out.

Nazar raised an eyebrow as the royal blood pulled some odd device out of his pocket. It seemed to be used for communication of sorts. The room was gradually darkening. He wouldnt attack, perhaps. Maybe this royal blood could be of use. No knowledge of his birthright or power. An unshaped lump of clay, open to whoever had a mind to shape him. Nazar wondered if this was Halikairs blessing. True the two did not see eye to eye. They had a mutal understanding of sorts. Even as Nazar hourded the souls of the dead for his own use. He allowed some to go to the god, from time to time. He held the royal bloods eyes with his own " As nice as your dwelling is, wouldnt some place grander be nice as well. With servants to answer to your beck and call? Modesty aside. Sometime or other the thought has crossed your mind, as has it crossed the mind of all humans. A life at ease, for you it is quite simple. If your mind is broad enough to see it"The darkness flexed behind the royal blood. Nazar was testing his abilities on earth out, after a moment he made them resume there docile appearance. " Of course I wish not to bar you from the path you must take. Mearly offer an alternative. If your desire is something of our own hands. Not to be shared, completely "

Concordia

Morganna wanderered around the the castle wall. Above head was the vast ceiling. Nazars large castle was placed beneath the very ground of Concordia. It suited him fine and none of the dwellers had a complaint. Except for Morganna of course. She liked being underground well enough. But getting above ground was nice too. With Nazar away for awhile. She intended to spend every moment up there. Her train of thought was lost as shuffling could be heard in the courtyard. Curious, Morganna made her way in that location. She found a horde of undead, humans, elves, and more were all liked up. Uriel in front of them surveying.

" And just what is this? " Morganna asked she slided over to stand next to the undead hippo " To my eyes it looks like an attack force "

Uriel nodded " Your eyes are correct witch. Master gave me strict instructions. A certain amount of time after his departure. A small part of our forces are to attack the castl of the league!

The blood Magus purred with interest. She was certainly no fan of the leagie. But they held positions of power. Perhaps now was the time to take up allegiance " Am I to acompany? "

Uriel starred at her for a moment. His dead eyes gazing at her very soul, or lack of. Finally he nodded " Yes, I carry masters body. So I must stay here. Lead this group and lay ruin upon those fools! " Morganna nodded and smiled. The blood in her veins singing in excitement.

Earth: Nonstop to Ireland

Masaharu's vision went completely white momentarily then came back as he appeared to be in a closet, the smell of cleaning agents overwhelming his sense of smell. He covered his nose with his sleeve and saw the three girls standing before him. He saw the new girl bite Sorcha and do something strange. He hardly paid any attention as to what was happening before his vision went white again.

A dinging sound, "This is your captain speaking. We are currently flying at a cruising altitude of 37,500 feet, nonstop to Dublin, Ireland. Our estimated flight time is 17 hours. Please feel free to move about the cabin. The weather currently is clear with a temperature of 74 degrees. Thank you and enjoy your flight." Masaharu rubbed his eyes and saw himself seated in a plane. 'Easier than buying tickets and a passport, I guess,' he thought. He stretched his arms above his head and lounged back in his seat, glancing over to Sorcha and whispering. "Did you do this?" He turned and looked out the window, seeing nothing but clouds. He sighed then closed his eyes. "We can talk when we land. For now, I'm going to get some shut eye." He took in a deep breath then drifted into a slumber.

Earth: The Closet then the Plane

Reicha nodded as Sorcha made her vows, a smile playing across her face behind her mask, "Then I am yours to command, Princess."

Now she found herself wishing she had simply plucked the Princess up and deposited her back into Valius' arms. The giant metal bird looked harmless from the ground, but when on the inside and moving, her ears screamed with pain, and she constantly felt ill, "What manner of torture is this?!" She whispered harshly, looking out of the window as the clouds passed her by. She had never flown before, nor ever dreamed of it. She very much preferred her feet to be on the ground instead of in the air. The airline stewardesses would walk up and down the isle, casting odd looks at her before quickly hurrying past. She barely noticed, but there was a great deal of nervousness when their eyes landed on the bounty hunter.

The little TV in front of her clicked on, showing the in-flight movie, causing her to sit back suddenly and hiss at the screen. she was certainly out of here element here.

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Earth: Ireland

James laughed at this kid. He was a total nut job, "Look, that's all fine and dandy, but I think you've got your head higher in the clouds than I do. Come on, call off this little charade and you can tell your friends that you and that writer guy had a good laugh about it all." He said, examining his watch and contemplating calling the police. He needed to get to Emily's already. Lizzy's part would be starting within the hour, and there were still decorations to set up. And then, the pièce de résistance. Fireworks! Although the boy gave him a bit of a chill. As if there was something about him that wasn't quite right (Aside from him being in his house, of course) But there was also a somewhat familiar feeling to him. Like he was from some far away place and you could smell it on his clothes or hear it in his accent. There was that foreign familiarity to him. James couldn't quite place it, like the name was just out of his reach and dancing on the edge of consciousness. He shook the thought away.

That was when he felt a presence behind him. he turned around, but there was nothing but the average everyday shadows that crept long into the hallway. Things were getting a little creepy, to tell the truth. Subconsciously, his hands kept going to his gloves, sliding them off and on in slow succession, not really nervously, but more so defensively.

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Concordia

Kiel raised an eyebrow as he turned to look at what Valius was pointing at. He turned and saw a Dracule flying toward the castle. He cocked his head for a moment, "Isn't that...? Know what, I don't give a fuck. Consider it dead." He said, turning and charging through the crowd, his wings opening and revealing the great fleshy webbing that made up the Dragon-Kin's wings. With a wingspan twice his height, it took almost no flaps at all to achieve lift off from the ground, his unarmored body easily lifting from the ground and heading toward the creature, pole-arm brandished and his intentions relatively clear.

Earth: The Flight to Ireland

Sitting next to Reicha, Saige gripped the armrests of her seat and looked around. She hated flying, especially when flying over a large body of water. She had to ignore that though and maybe use this time to relax—but how could she? Her sister was probably wondering where the hell she went considering Saige had promised to be back within a certain time period. It was way past that time and she couldn’t just demand the plane turn back around. Looking over to the pretty girl who is obviously a Princess, Saige smiled some, her curiosity overcoming the panic settled deep in her belly. She wanted to find out who this girl was and why a sense of urgency surrounded the small girl.

Sorcha sat on the other side of the aisle with Masaharu and shook her head when he announced he’d sleep for the flight over to this land called Ireland. From what she saw while ‘flying’ across the great land, she could see it was beautiful and green, almost as beautiful and green as Concordia used to be. Deciding to take this time of quiet as an opportunity to contact her brother, Keegan, she leans into the seat and closes her eyes. Pressure filled her ears, but she ignored it and concentrated, silently whispering the same chant previously to open the channel between herself and Keegan. The Goddess granted the request and the channel opened, the connection stronger than before.

A force of evil was quick to sweep over Sorcha, chilling her down to the bone, leaving her uneasy. She halted her mental movements to recuperate before proceeding slowly. Lightly touching Keegan’s mind, she ‘whispered’ his name softly, his ears alone hearing the softness of her voice. She tapped even further into his head and felt a sudden—evil in the room in which he stood. Something felt—familiar about this evil presence, but she couldn’t figure out who it was exactly. All she knew was, Keegan needed to get away from this thing. “Keegan, beware. Do not trust this presence who enters into your home without your welcome.” Her need to protect Keegan overwhelmed all other emotions and she could do nothing but warn him against the evil presence. Sensing the discomfort of the Princess, the Goddess broke the connection to bring Sorcha back to the plane.

Sorcha’s eyes snapped open and they quickly surveyed the area, remembering where she was. She looked down at her hands and found one gripping Masaharu’s leg, while the other gripped the armrest. With a gasp, she pulls her hand away and looks up to his face to see if he’d awakened.


Earth: The Cave

Corissa sat back and watched Will—no, Scythe—battle once again with Vann. As she watched, Corissa felt a familiar emotion arising within her. An emotion that she only felt when close to Sean and knowing when danger surrounded him; only this time, that emotion was directed towards Scythe. But, why? Maybe because she didn’t want him to die? Hm, seems she’d been asking herself this question a lot here lately. He wasn’t going to die, not with his abilities and the fact Vann already lay wounded and unable to fight any further. Though, it did pain her to watch Scythe use his Blood Rage magic. Not only did it hurt his opponent, but it hurt him as well. Sighing and rubbing her face, she rocks back on her heels and witnesses the defeat of Vann before he flies off.

A few moments later, Corissa lay in the bed next to Will’s, facing him while he the potions worked their magic on his injuries. “Sean is still not going to be happy, but he will feel honor bound to provide you hospitality. He becomes upset when his gang members go on raids without him knowing before hand. We should probably return before he becomes suspicious; you know how he is. Can you walk?”

The Cave

Will was there for a bit, koed of course. He felt his potions slowly talking effect however, they weren't miracle cures. They mainly were to heal his blood rage damage, not all the damage he took. It would take days before the bruising was gone, but luckily he was still unmarked. He turned and looked at Corissa. "He doesn't need to be happy... He needs to deal with it." In truth Will didn't need to stay there, but he did like to annoy Sean. Plus he should be there when Sorcha comes. Will got up and put his clothes back on. He re-sheathed his knives and grabbed a few of his potions. He had about ten or so now. He then turned to Corissa. "Of course I can walk. Now as we go, please explain your magic to me." He turned towards the exit and looked at Halikair. He grabbed his Scythe and walked outside waiting for Corissa to join him. He'd need to hide this closer to him, now that Vann was on the loose.

Concordia: Greetings

"Silence your beast!" Demetrius demanded from the ground. The screech had made him cringe and sent a chill down his spine. Demetrius had hated the dracules and didn't know why the bats from hell were under the command of a fire elemental. It never made sense to Demetrius and he lacked the patience to hold an in depth conversation with Pyrus.

Pyrus however, had ignored his fellow league member below, only to give his attention to another. No.. It couldn't be. Pyrus spotted the Kiel or the League of Twelve. The huge body and wingspan gave him away. Pyrus smiled in excitement, as Kiel came closer.

"Hey Demetrius, It looks like Kiel has come to greet us!" Pyrus said as he his mount began to slow down. Demetrius looked up though he was unable to see anything due to the trees in the area. His face showed that he doubted Pyrus's words. He knew Kiel well enough to know that he was being misinformed by Pyrus's assumptions.

"Kiel doesn't greet anyone." Demetrius mumbled under his breath.

"Kiel! How are you?!" Pyrus asked excitedly, unaware of Kiel's intentions.


Sean's Estate

After taking his shower, Sean got himself dressed. By this time, the rain had stopped. He slipped on a black suit with a Royal Blue tie. He now had his continuously vibrating phone set on his bed while he put his Oxfords on. He was lightly humming to an unknown tune as he tied his shoes with haste, before he answered his phone.

"What?" Sean asked

"Uh... Boss, a couple of us spotted something crazy going on at the estate. The heavy rain made it hard to see anything though. We'r-" The gang member was cut off.

"What happened here?!" Sean said as he stood up from his bed. He walked over to one of the windows in his room and looked through it. "What do you mean something crazy?" Sean asked. He was beginning to become a little paranoid as he noticed that Corissa and Will weren't heard within the household.

"We don't know. It was... It was... There were loud sounds heard around the estate." Sean hears this as he scopes out the estate through his window. He finds nothing though.

"Is it raining right now?" Sean asked.

"Uh... N-"

"Is it raining?!" Sean asked again.

"No sir!"

"Then find out what happened." Sean said before hanging up. He left the window and headed to Corissa's room. He didn't bother to knock, and barged into the empty room. "Fuck." Sean said before leaving the room and heading down the steps. His phone had vibrated again. He sighed before answering it again.

"Yes?"

"Sean, sorry for the delay. We ran into some traffic on the way. We'll be there in twenty minutes at the most." Elliot explained

"Good. Call me when you arrive."

"Will do."

"Bye." Sean said before hanging up. Sean walked into the kitchen, but it was empty just like the rest of the house. Sean didn't like this at all. Corissa was always suppose to let him know when she was going out. He feared for her safety every day, and her being gone when something unexplained had happened on the estate didn't make him feel any better. "Corissa! Corissa!" Sean called before taking out his cellphone once more and making a call to Corissa.

Concordia: Shortcomings

Kiel prepared to throw the lance, but the fact that he knew exactly who was on that dracule called for pause. This was against the code of honor within the Kin. Kiel looked back at the fire elemental, now hovering on the open air, "Lord Valius sends his greetings. He wishes me to silence your mount, Pyrus; if you would kindly land that the deed be done." Blood thirsty was an adjective that most races used to describe the Dragon-Kin, but the race was far from blood lusted. The joy of battle and the joy of the kill were two different things. Dragon-Kin thrived for battle; it pumped in their veins and they were disciplined for it from the start. Blood was not what they craved. They were calculated, and loyal to allies, as long as said allies proved they deserved the respect. Pyrus was one of the only League members that Kiel could tolerate, aside from the almost silent (and respectably disciplined) Demetrius. However, he was still human. He respected Scythe as well, on a certain level, though it was merely for his combat prowess. His attitude sucked ass.

Kiel and Pyrus had gone at it quite a few times, matching strength and wit, and the "man" was strong. However, they knew when their battle was concluded, and never went for the kill shot. Of the League, Pyrus was one of the only ones Kiel would even consider possibly calling a friend, and that was on a really good day. So here they now were, suspended in air, with Kiel's lance clutched tightly in his fist and Pyrus on the mount he was sent to kill. Kiel was giving Pyrus a serious look, his wings flapping effortlessly, keeping him aloft.

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Earth: Turbulence

Reicha was not having so effortless a flight. Her razor sharp nails were digging into the arm rests and causing tear after tear to form in the fabric. There were very few things that had given Reicha fear such as this, and they had all been very life threatening. A stewardess nervously asked her if she wanted something to drink, maybe to settle her stomach. Reicha simply replied with a hiss that sent the stewardess scurrying off. Saige, the human from Earth. She looked anxious as well, but neither Sorcha nor Masaharu looked to be in similar worry, and neither did the rest of the plane. However, she did see one human eying her very carefully. His gaze was dutiful, and it made her wonder exactly who he was that he would regard her with such calculation. Of course, without planes in Concordia, there were no air marshals either. She let her gaze shift back to the small moving images on the picture in front of her. She tried to touch one of the tiny people, but left a long scratch down the front of the screen, which caused her to look puzzled. It was as though they were behind some sort of odd window or something. Trying to take her mind off the fact that she was thousand of feet off the ground, she turned to Saige, "Please explain to me the magic of this small moving portrait."

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Ireland: No Shit, Sherlock

James put a hand to his head as the voice, ever so gently, began speaking again, commenting on the fact that the boy in front of him was not everything he appeared to be. For some reason, he felt the voice soothing. Protective, even. When she (could disembodied voices have sexes? He thought that it sounded like a girl, a younger girl, and so he would call it "she") told him to beware the presence, he almost mumbled 'No shit.' The feeling was much stronger than the last, as if the source were closer now. He had to put a hand on the wall to steady himself, while his other hand massaged his temples. He had to be going crazy. he had to be. There was no other explanation for it all. Maybe this kid wasn't even real. Maybe he was just a hallucination?

Earth: Back to Sean’s Estate

He doesn’t need to be happy… He needs to deal with it were the words having Corissa rolling her eyes as she waited for Will to gather his belongings. She joined him at the cave’s entrance and nearly stumbled when the word please came from the lips of Will, aka Scythe. Please? He actually said please? Maybe he hit his head on something… prior to the battle with Vann. Ah well—might as well humor him with the explanation of her powers. As they walked along side each other down the street, she explained. “I can make illusions and make people see something that really isn’t there. I’ve used it quite a bit on Sean in order to protect him from certain circumstances.”

She would have continued except for the fact her cellphone was ringing and she recognized the ring tone belonging to Sean. “That didn’t take long…” Murmuring to herself, she answers the phone. “Sean, I’m on my way back home. Will is hurt and will be staying with us for awhile. A rival gang of yours attacked us, but thankfully, I escaped with out so much as a scratch. Will got the brunt of it. See you in a bit.” Before he could say anything, she hung up the phone and twenty minutes later, Will and Corissa entered the house. “We’re home, Sean!”

Earth: Flight to Ireland

While Sorcha contacted her brother and Masaharu slept, Saige looked at the bounty hunter and couldn’t help but feel sorry for Reicha. Obviously, the woman had never flown before or watched tv. Looking at her, Saige smiles and points at the screen. “It’s called a movie screen. You know? Where people pretend to be someone else and are filmed to be seen by an audience.... We’re the audience and they—“ She pointed at the people, “ are called ‘actors.’ This little screen is meant to entertain us; has nothing to do with magic.” She patted Reicha's hand gently. "Nothing to worry about."

Concordia: Catching Up

Upon Kiel's confrontation with Pyrus, Demetrius pulled the reigns of his horse in order to stop for a moment to catch what was going on. Seeing the two hovering in mid air, made Pyrus's words sound reasonable, but a simple greeting didn't seem like something Kiel would do. The lance in his grip only made Demetrius doubt Kiel's 'friendly greeting' even more.As much as he would have liked to learn what was going on, he had information to deliver. He whipped his horses reigns before continuing on.

Meanwhile in the sky, Pyrus listened to Kiel's words with a grin on his flaming face. He waited for Kiel to finish before chuckling in his face. The seriousness in Kiel's face let him know that know that the Dragon Kin was yearning for battle, and Pyrus found it hard to let his fellow member's appetite for battle linger. Pyrus patted the dracule on its head before he let himself stand on the creature, a grin still on his face.

"I apologize Kiel, but I can't just let you kill my pet. It helps me fly. What if I cut off your wings?" Pyrus said in a joking manner as he gripped his sword. His grin seemed to vanish after speaking. "Now I wanna find out. Would you be Newt Kin if I cut those wings off?" After this was said, Pyrus ran and jumped off from his dracule's head with both hands on the hilt of his weapon. Pyrus's dracule had ascended upward. "Let's see!" Pyrus shouted just as he was slashing down at Kiel.

Demetrius had just broke through the tree line of the forest area and could see the festivities at the bottom of the plateau. Excitement and celebration wasn't in his element. The man slowed to a stop when reaching the festivities, his horse now moving slowly through the crowds of people. Due to his white cloak that hid his identity, due to the hood, there was no uproar to his appearance. Some commoners were slowly recognizing him, while others questioned who he was. He spotted Valius off in the distance, as well as Black Lotus. He would probably have to speak to both of them about what he heard from the troll and what has been going on throughout Concordia. Demetrius dismounted off his horse and guided through the crowd by the reigns.

"King Pendus!" Demetrius greeted as he knelt to Valius. Valius had his back turned as he had begun to head back into the castle, but the sound of a familiar voice was heard behind him. Valius turned around with a smile. The nickname he had been called seemed to be forgotten as his title was announced.

"Demetrius Black." Valius's said allowing him to speak. Demetrius stood up and removed the hood from his head to show his face. Many gasps were heard within the crowds of people. Valius had thought only Pyrus was on his way alone, so Demetrius's appearance was a surprise, a good one at that. Demetrius was one of the most loyal members of the league. Loyalty added with great prowess was something Valius treasured in his league.

"I've arrived with grave news, but with valuable information. There have been attacks all over Concordia, but they happen so suddenly that Pyrus and I have failed to find out who is causing these attacks. There are no bodies found, and no blood dropped, but the small settlements targeted sow signs of attack. However, a troll let us in on information. The trolls have concluded where these raiders are held up, but his words were too vague for myself. Perhaps you can shed light upon them.... The Hell of a holy place..." Demetrius explained.

Valius was confused by the words retrieved from the troll so much, that his rage from hearing about attacks on his kingdom subsided. He wanted to believe that it was a new rebel group, but civilians were being targeted.

"I don't know what to make of that Demetrius, but we both know who could." Both Valius and Demetrius turned their attention to Black Lotus. "Black Lotus, Demetrius and I need your assistance." Valius announced.

Sean's Estate

When Corissa hung up the phone, Sean began to tremble. The only rival gang he could thing of were the Kings. He thought he had issued a ceasefire between both his gang and theirs, but it seems like they were untrustworthy when it came to simple deals. He stared intently at the floor before grabbing his Glock from the back of a kitchen cabinet. He tucked it in his suit. His phone vibrated once again, but he merely skipped the step of picking it up and stepped outside to see a truck entering the estate with "Clams" posted on the side of it. The truck parked in front of another complex of the estate. About a dozen of Sean's men exited the truck with a tied up hostage. A slender man with short blond hair, dressing like the average guy would with jeans and a polo shirt.

"Sean... I'm sorry man, but..." Elliot was cut off like nearly everyone who spoke to Sean. Elliot was apologizing because the look on Sean's face. He looked like he wanted to shoot someone point blank in the face.

"The fucking Kings attacked."

"Nah, not our guys. No one clashed with them or I would have heard by now." Elliot replied.

"Corissa and her boyfriend.... I'm gonna put heat in every single one of those bastard's chests. We're done holding back. Call everybody, We're gonna purge this god damn city." Sean said with authority.

"Hold up Sean. Let's get inside and talk about this. We'll figure out the hostage situation first... okay?" Elliot said, knowing Sean's temper. Sean didn't nod in agreement, but he made his way inside. His subordinates stared at him with a hint of fear and curiosity in their eyes.

The cave - The estate

Will walked with Corissa up to the house. He hid his scythe in Corissa's car for now, since he didn't have a better place too. He hoped that she would also somehow cover it with an illusion but he wasn't sure on the extent of her ability. As they got to the house, Will followed Corissa. He knew Sean wasn't there once she opened the door. He had activated Omniscient sight some time before that. He noticed a truck with the word Clams written on the side. He didn't know what it meant, but he could see the truck was empty. He could also see all through the house that it was empty.

"Don't waste your breath Corissa. He isn't in there. Shut the door and follow me. He's in a building.... Over there." He said pointing towards the correct direction. He began moving towards them without waiting for Corissa. He could see they were having some kind of meeting, and Will just like to piss Sean off, so thinking that he got into a fight because of him could only help Will in his goal. As he came closer to the door, there was someone guarding it. The man was intent to block Will, likely because he didn't see Corissa who was a fair bit behind him.

Will didn't falter he just moved closer. That was when the doormen pulled a gun. Will was already close to him though. Without hesitation Will grabbed the Man's hand that was holding the gun. He kneed him in the stomach and snapped the man's wrist simultaneously. With a punch to the head the man was out cold and Will put the gun in the back of his pants. Corissa nearly had caught up by that point and Will just opened the door.

He walked in as a few of the gang members just stared with confused expressions. Will's clothes were covered in blood from his fight with Vann, but most of his injuries were gone. He walked over to Sean and a few of the members decided to try and stand up. Will just pulled and pointed the gun at them. "Sit the fuck down and shut up or I'll paint the walls in your blood. I need to talk to Seanny for a second." The thing that caught them off guard is that Will wasn't facing them. Will needed that since he barely knew more then how to shoot a gun, and he never actually tried before. It was the image that was key. The did sit down, although that may have been Corissa more them him.

Will didn't even give Sean the chance to respond before he dragged him off to the back. Once there he just looked at him for a moment. "What the fuck, do you think your doing here? Do you have any common sense in that head of yours? They say with age comes wisdom, but apparently not in your case."

The Plane: The Basics

Reicha nodded, listening to Saige's words and trying to understand. What she described sounded like some stage-play, but they were so small. They couldn't possibly be inside this so called movie screen. There had to be some trick to it, "But how does one go about getting the stage-play in the picture?" There was an unvoiced sigh to her words, "Where I am from, it is what most people would call primitive, even comparing Concordia's standards to yours. We do not have giant metal birds or movie boxes. In fact, we do not even have homes, in truth. We are a nomadic people, thriving off of land ship caravans. We travel from place to place as necessary, where we scavenge or hunt for food and water. It is not an easy life style, but it has it's rewards. However, we are not afforded the ability to enjoy the finer luxuries of Concordia. We have texts of your world, but they are quite old. Damaged. I had heard of your variety of land ship, and of other such necessities; I have never found reason to delve into the recreational sections, but from what my fellow tribe members have read, the words are gibberish at best." She knew of things that were for basic survival. Markets and inns, cars, and the like, but she had never anticipating ever having to put the knowledge to the grind in real life.

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Concordia: Old Friends, Older Habits

Kiel smirked as Pyrus charged him, leaping from his mount and swinging his blade at his wings. A simply flap of his wings moved him out of harms way, but as Pyrus went by, he jabbed at him with the his pole arm, waiting for the dracule to swoop down and catch its master from a deadly fall, "An aerial battle puts you at a disadvantage, Pyrus, and a pretty steep one at that." He said this with a confident smile. This was likely going to be fun.

Concordia: Unfair Advantage

Pyrus had missed his target who simply dodged his attack. I f this had happened on the ground, Pyrus may have gone for a second strike or ready himself for a parry. Right now... He was basically falling to his death. Pyrus began laughing though, as if death was a laughing matter. Instead of going to catch his master, his dracule let out ear ringing screech. Pyrus was far enough now to only be faintly affected. He needed to listen out for something... a rumbling that he could hear moving faster as he neared the ground below him. The trees below were rustling vigorously before a second screech was heard. another dracule darted from the trees and caught Pyrus with its feet. Pyrus was still cackling as he was taken up and tossed up higher into the sky when the dracule performed a back flip in the air. Pyrus was now going upward toward Kiel for a second strike.

"Kiel... You forget how many friends I have. I'm a popular guy these days!" Pyrus said this as he neared. Down below, many trees rustled vigorously. A dozen dracule emerged from the thick trees down below. The dracules circled the skies, not interfering too much with the battle."


Sean's Estate: Suicide 101

Sean and the rest of the gang began discussing what to do with the hostage. Many ideas were being thrown from left and right, especially after hearing about the Kings.

"We could always use the hostage as an example to say 'You're next.'" Most of the men chuckled at the idea, but it was in agreement. VEeryone seemed to be nodding to one another at this point until Will burst through the room. All the men looked to Will with confusion, but they all had very easy access to their firearms. Each man had a hand concealed. Elliot looked toward Sean who's cold expression remained. He stared directly at Will who was covered in blood. When Will pulled out the gun, the rest of the men were ready to make Will look like Swiss Cheese. Corissa had showed up just in time behind Will though. every gang member in the room looked to Sean now who was now looking at his sister. A few men had raised up ready to take Will out. Will''s threat was taken in, but Sean raised his index finger, and the few men that got up from their seats, sat back down.

Sean allowed Will to drag him to the back, which caused everyone to raise from their seats. None of their guns were concealed now. Elliot looked to Corissa with a frown of disapproval.

"You should learn how to control your dog over there... Or we'll put his ass down." Elliot said before raising his free hand and twirling his index finger. A few gang members began to make phone calls, while others left the room to find the door man on the floor. "Anyway... How did this shit happen?" Elliot asked.

After being yelled at by Will, Sean's demeanor didn't change. He then shook his head, showing that he didn't agree with Will had said.

"I could yell the same thing to you. You wouldn't even be speaking to me right now if I didn't to see my sister hurt. Her mourning over the death of her boyfriend isn't something I want to deal with. Now get back to the damn house and clean yourself up. I'm doing you a favor, so mind your business and let Corissa take you back to the house." Sean said, trying to keep himself from letting how angry he really felt get out.

Ireland

Nazar raised an eyebrow as th royal clutched his head. He could sense the faintest bit of power emanating from him. A mental connection perhaps? Someone was making contact with him. Nazar shurgged, it made no difference whichway to him. He stretched the body out. The royal was stubborn, ignorant of his own desires. He would come to them in his own time. " Well it seems you have somewhere you must be. My apologies for keeping you " he started walking forward. Just as he passed the royal, he muttered a quick incantation and exited the room. He descended the stairs and was enveloped by the shadows. Reapearing in a tree outside the house. Nazar had left behind a shdaow puppet. It hid inside the royals own darkness, if nothing else it would allow him to keep tabs on the mortal. Other functions....he shrugged. He dissapeared again. His destination unknown to him.

Concordia

Morganna stood yards away from the castle. Behind her was a troop of undead of all kinds. She smiled vivaciously to herself. This little squabble meant nothing to her. Her only goal was reaching the head boss. She turned to the undead. They stodd deathly still, anyone looking at them would think her a demented puppeteer whose strung up a couple of dead bodies for amusement. She laughed at the idea " Alright now, lets attack " the word attack was a trigger. The zombies broke out of there stillness and charged at the castle. Moving with unnatural speed. They scaled the castle and were inside before any of the guards could even lift there heads. Morganna had ridden on the back of a zombie giraffe as the vicious creature hit the ground, it's long neck cracked like a whip and lashed out at guards and whoever stood by. Morganna watched the savagery as the undead ripped through the inhabitants. She turned away and muttered a spell. Her entire body dissolved away into blood, falling into a puddle form on the floor and laying motionless for a moment. The the puddle rose up and began slinking away. It scaled along a wall andoozed through the cracks and deeper into the castle.

Masaharu struggled to free his hands and feet as a man approached him with red hot tongs from the fires of the forge. "This is the end for you!" The man brought the tongs close to his leg, the fabric burning away on contact.

"No not my leg!" he cried out, waking up just as the tongs grasped his knee. He glanced around, blinking, as he forgot he was on a plane. He chuckled then lowered his head, seeing a hand on his leg. 'That's what caused me to dream,' he thought. He took in a breath and looked out the window, the sea now visible. His legs were beginning to stiffen up so he unbuckled the seatbelt and stood up. "I'm going to the facility right quick. I'll be back." He eased himself into the aisle and walked to the back of the plane, opening a door and walking in. "Man. What a dream." He looked in the small mirror and rubbed his eyes. He turned the water faucet on and splashed water on his face then dried it off. His hands were shaking a bit after the vision and he breathed steadily to slow them. Lowering the toilet seat, he sat on it and put his head in his hands, his mind replaying the events of the last couple days.