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Xander

Demon of Pride, -Under construction-

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a character in “Reapers - Reawakening”, as played by Elrith Eldwind

Description

āXanderāž


ā Do you know what sin caused Luciferā€™s fall from heaven?... āž



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ā More Than Just A Name āž

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| Nickname | ā€œYou may call me Hueā€¦ itā€™s short for something in Latin, can you guess what?ā€
Hue-Short for Hubris

| Gender | ā€œIā€™m a man, as if you couldnā€™t tell by my masculine features, they are so prominent.ā€
Male

| Age | ā€œDo I really have to answer?... Not that Iā€™m embarrassed or something, I just donā€™t think you can count that high.ā€
Unknown

| Sexuality | ā€œI am of pride, stroke my ego and you might stroke even more later, regardless of who you areā€¦ā€
Pansexual


[font=papyrus][size=200]ā ā€¦ ā€œIt was Prideā€¦ Oh how I adore Prideā€ āž



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ā Hiding Behind the Mask āž



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| Eye Color | ā€œDo they have a word for this gorgeous color? If not call it Xander, pleaseā€¦ā€
A deep Violet that glimmers red in low lighting, a truly creepy and yet entrancing gaze.

| Hair Color | ā€œYes, itā€™s natural, one doesnā€™t mess with perfection after allā€¦ā€
Dark brown, though with a sheen like a dirty blonde.

| Height | "Perfect height, of course."
192cm

| Weight | "Does this suit make me look fat? Oh what am I thinking, of course not."
93kg

| Skin Tone | "Angelic, wouldnā€™t you say?"
Fair

| Body Markings | "And mess up this flawless skin?"
None apparent

| Physical Description | "Adonis yes? No, no wait, Narcisus is closer. Or perhaps a male Aphrodite?"
A man of physical grace and physic he is often in a military uniform if not a suit in human form to accent his prowess, still he is slightly smaller than most his height who are human which has led to several ā€œbadassā€ guys compromising his pride when he ventures to bars or elsewhere to find some company. As you can imagine, this never ended well for the larger human. Able to seem like a simple hot guy normally he clearly displays an air of cruelty yet is still very appealing, the ā€œbad boy effectā€ in some ways. Looking like an executive most of the time he holds himself tall and never slouches or kneels. In a word; Prideful.



ā You will remember my nameā€¦ I assure you āž



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ā Behind The FaƧade āž



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| Habits | "I have no comment."
His mornings and dayss are practically all habit, Breakfast, dress, morning meeting, lunch, you get the idea. All at the same time, he refuses to let it be absolutely monotonous, one for entertainment and two for security. In his world, at least the world that interacts with humans, predictability means death.

| Likes | "The sea, the sea, the life for me."
Seafood, Wine, Pipe Tabaco, and Boating

| Dislikes | "Iā€™m no rabbit"
Vegetarian food, Ballet, and Complex Relationships

| Fears | "What do we all fear? Oblivion."
The void, yes itā€™s an oxymoron but he is terrified of what awaits him there, what there is after death.

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| Strengths | "Oh so many."
His various forms have various abilities though his primary human form cries little more than a standard human save for slightly greater physical performance and the ability to travel by forming his body into a mist of silvery cloud.

| Weaknesses | "Now that would be telling"
Wind, Void, and Light all affect him more than the others, in that order as a matter of fact.

| Personality | "Going for a trip through my maze, eh? Say hey to the Minotaur"
While his actions are driven by his thirst he also has the desire to simply live. He goes out, makes friends, has dates, and simply enjoys the life he is living. He doesnā€™t need to feed every day, or even every month, he more often than not might snack now and then but he only feeds every few years, living the time in between meals like a human would, for the fun of it.

He is extremely Prideful, itā€™s his nature, however he also supports others in their own pride, building them up so long as they donā€™t cross him. Yet he longs for more, something more than the hunger and the existence, though heā€™s not sure how.



ā If youā€™ve got a question, Iā€™m the answer. āž


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ā Replaying the Past and Living The Present āž



| Relationships | "Did I tell you the story about marie Antoinette? That lady could bend!"
<>Morgan {Void}- ā€œOi, this guy, yeah I know Morgan, and his alter ego Void. That guy has been a pain in my ass for generations, it was Void who first sought me out centuries ago and it was Void who tried to kill me first. Didnā€™t work out that way obviously, so we learned to live and let live. Biggest issue I take with him now is heā€™s that annoying best friend who always stalks you and your lover at nightā€¦ get a girl of your own mate!?ā€
<>Fiametta{Fire}- ā€œSo youā€™re the newest incarnation of Her eh? Well you always pick someone with a fine physique Iā€™ll give you that my dear. Oh and such passion in those eyes, my, that inner fire you always bring is gorgeous. Iā€™m sold. Itā€™s been a few decades since our last fling hasnā€™t it, so shall we try again my dear Pyre?ā€
><Nihilus{The Clown}- ā€œOkay, I know I say I avoid some people but this guy really creeps even me out. I mean heā€™s more sadistic than most demons and thatā€™s saying something. Weā€™ve only ever come to blows once and heā€™s only the second member of the Void to push me to my second formā€¦ that was where the fight stopped, lucky for him. Though Iā€™ve definitely kept an ear to the ground for the little bugger, I wonā€™t be pied in the face that easy, especially not when the pie is laced with cyanide.ā€
To be added as they happen, but yes heā€™s have many interactions in his long life and despite most assumption he typically calls later, and he makes it a habit NOT to eat past lovers. Well, usually.

| History | "Ah the Third Reich, such a magical time, a whole nation brought to the peak of power by the pride of one man, one ideaā€¦ And the most impressive part is I had no hand in it, well, not much of a handā€¦."
Xander has often appeared in various times of history, whenever his hunger grew beyond the now-and-again-snack heā€™d go find a king, mascaraed as a military leader and start a war. What better field to sow the seed of pride but a war for oneā€™s nation, oneā€™s people, oneā€™s self. It was this pride that he fed on, basking in its glory, and feeding more substantially on the souls of those who died in battle. Heā€™s been a military commander many times, leading his men to victory to increase their pride in themselves and devouring those who passed in secret.

Recently heā€™s taken up posts as the CEO of a weapons manufacturer, a merchant of death, whose primary focus is creating a greater sense of patriotism in the USA, specifically Nationalism. That is, of course, pride in oneā€™s nation. To this end he maintains a life as a human, for the most part, and while he seems to the entire world a young successful bachelor who inherited a company fomr his estranged father, really Hollywood stuff, the truth is heā€™s been a member of dark circles for decades. What secret are Skull and Bones and the Masons guarding? Him.

Given his power he is often thought to be one of the first to have crossed from the void, however there is one issue with thatā€¦ he remembers every second of the millenniaā€™s heā€™s spent on Earth, every oneā€¦ and yet he doesnā€™t remember ever being in the void, in fact he hasnā€™t returned since he got here. For all intents and purposes heā€™s never been to the void, in his opinion, which is something to be proud of. Isnā€™t it?

Xander had been among humans for so long that he identifies with them more than with his own kind, often praising humans on their ingenuity and adaptability. He sees them as kindred spirits and rarely is overly cruel toward them, however if this is a smouldering coal of cold indifference or a sign of a lurking malice he maintains a high level of gentlemanly conduct. He is the leader of groups of men and takes pride in that fact, his forces being mercenary corps and military industries that he supposedly ā€œinheritedā€. Not true, of course, he simply mascaraed as the son of a puppet homunculus until heā€™d had his fun for the next few decades and moved on to taking the helm himself. He leads that corporation, Cold Steel PMC Trust and ran with it and continues his work of cultivating war and pride in the world.

In the past he supported mankind form the shadows being an advisor to Alexander the Great, and a close confidant of most of the roman line he strutted about the Mediterranean as a god for a time before this whole monotheistic crap threw a wrench in his fun. So he went more underground, no longer the mysterious deity that sat by the king he became an enigma, palling around with Kublai Kahn and hopping over to Norway in time to sail with the Vikings to America, just for a change of scenery.

He intended to stick around and cause some hell in America for a while, maybe stretch his legs and climb a few mountains but he had unfinished business to return to in Europe and thus decided heā€™d just have the Vikings bring him back in a week or so. Well that turned out well, took him another three hundred years because of a suddenly revealed pain in his ass that has been nagging him for the past thousand years. The Reapers.

Not to say they werenā€™t round beforehand but he really had almost no interaction with them up until that point, being careful to avoid the Demon hunting nut jobs. Well that ran out and he ended up facing them for a few hundred years. But eventually both sides realized it was pointless and with Xander not really doing much and not going out to slaughter humanity night and day the Reapers moved on to more glorious conquests, which left the two former enemies more like bitchy acquaintances whenever they crossed paths. It didnā€™t hurt that he managed to go and get involved with one of them.

Yes, Xander and a reaper have had an on again off again fling going for a few centuries now, only interrupted here and there by either a bought of infidelity or infighting, heā€™d only killed her once though and that was an accident, he didnā€™tā€™ see Niagara Falls behind her when heā€™d thrown that tree honest!

Anyway he still hunts her down every now and then and attempts to court her latest reincarnation, though lately itā€™s more like a joke for him, seeing how far he can go with a girl he hardly knows and what not even though her soul knows him very, very well. He recently received news of her death and is almost licking his lips in anticipation of a new round of the game though he did make it a point to find the bastard demon that broke his favourite toy. Heā€™s actually right now heading that way, for a meeting with the annoying little braggart.



ā Who the hell do you think youā€™re dealing with, child? āž


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ā THE FORMS OF PRIDE āž
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| Form I | "Proud of yourself? Oh pleaseā€¦ THIS, is something to be proud of!"

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His First Demonic form, though seemingly angelic the truth is this form is all about power, raw power, strength, speed, dexterity, anything humans can be proud of in their physical self is enhanced here; his weapons of choice in this for mare a Broadsword and a Spear. [/size][/font]




| Form I | "Now you have something to be proud of, making me take this shapeā€¦"

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His Second Demonic form, this more fiery shape is his truest expression of his pride and power, and rarely used. His abilities are not too much greater in this shape than in his initial release, however he ads into it the ability to change form into energy and use several new attacks, many of them involving kinetic energy or thermal energy. His blade and spear form the previous form combine in this one, forming a spear with a much longer blade more of a naganata or pike than a staff. [/size][/font]

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So begins...

Xander's Story

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The city rolled by outside the window, lights refracting lightly as they shined through the dark tinted glass. The night was alive, as it always was in New York, and the passersby were no more interested in the dark Mercedes Limousine than they were each other. The bright neon of Times Square reflected off the dark amber bourbon in the crystal glass sitting within the grasp of a finely kept and manicured hand. Of course what else would one expect in the hand of one of the richest men under thirty in the city? Then again, that was only an outward persona, a faƧade, a mask. Batman masquerades as Bruce Wayne not the other way around right? Well that is no different from the situation of Xander Steale. He took another sip of his glass as he watched the world go by lazily propping his head against one arm. His sharp eyes were not as relaxed however as they pointedly stared into the distance. A dark smile crept onto his face with a cruel gleam in his otherworldly eyes, ā€œGotcha, you son of a bitchā€¦ā€

Xander sat up straight and turned to his driver who was focused on the road ahead, ā€œItā€™s as I heard, Daniel, heā€™s thereā€¦ are you sure this is the fastest route?ā€

ā€œYes, Mr. Steale, I assure you the traffic will subside around the next corner, weā€™ll be there shortly.ā€ His driver was short and to the point but with the utmost respect, Xander sat back a little, more relaxed again, Daniel was a loyal employee. Sure he was a human unlike the Homunculus that Xander trusted his home and self with, but despite that limitation he was an extremely useful driver, with an innate and frankly rather impressive sense of direction and traffic patterns which was essential to navigating the city that never slept at all hours, and he understood that Mr. Steale was not the kind of boss you let down. It wasnā€™t a good idea to let down a demon.

Yes, Xander Steale, born (or something akin to born) just Xander millennia ago, is a demon in the world of men. His kind was constantly roaming the shadows of Earth, always seeking a meal of human souls, never sated. From the Void of another plane they stalk the humans as a lion a gazelle, or most do, however Xander is not most demons. Maybe thatā€™s why heā€™s lived so long in the world of man, or rather the world of the Reapers.

There were seven of those blasted beings, demon hunting machines with immortal souls that sought to slay ever blighted shadow who consumed the life of men. Not that Xander really hated them mind you, he is a third party in this war, and knows both sides well. In fact he knows one member of the Reapers very, very well indeed. And that is what drove him now. The Limo carried on for some time before finally stopping before a shabby pub in the lower east side. The driver came around and opened the door, allowing the dark blue suited business man to step out into the dim street light of the seedy corner. ā€œI wonā€™t be long, Daniel, ensure that no one makes off with the wheels wonā€™t you?ā€

ā€œYes, sir, Mr. Steale, sheā€™ll be ready for you.ā€

ā€œGood man, he strode forward, the bouncer nodding low, almost bowing, as he pulled open the door for the man, not daring to look him in the eye. Not in those inhuman eyes. He swiftly shut the door behind Xander and looked to Daniel before stepping in front of the door, determined not to let anyone else in.

Pausing just past the threshold Xander took in the scene, to the left was the long and damaged bar, behind which stood the proprietor, another human though one who looked Xander in the eye and nodded in a polite greeting, to which Xander replied in kind. Otherwise there were very few souls in the tavern at all, a sleeping waitress on a bench, a man having a beer and drowning his sorrows near the door, and another woman sitting at the bar, no doubt a lady of the night. In fact the only real life in the place was at the back, where three men in dark jeans and leather jackets toasted something while standing around one of the billiard tables. ā€œWhat can I get for ya Mr. Steale?ā€ the bar man asked.

Xander turned to him and answered with a smile, ā€œIā€™ll take the usual John, actually maybe something a little stronger I think.ā€ It was a standard comment but the barkeeper looked like heā€™d just be punched in the gut. His face was drooping as He followed Xanderā€™s moving eye to the call girl, she smiled and winked to him in flirtation to which he just returned a warm grin.

ā€œIā€™ll just get you the usual.ā€ He said as he poured a whiskey and placed it on the table. Xander took the drink and continued down the length of the pub toward the three men. ā€œPst, Anne, get!ā€ the barkeep gestured for the woman to leave.

ā€œWhatā€™s your deal Johnny, Iā€™m waiting on a client, what is that guy a cop or something?ā€ she asked under her breath, the owner just repeated himself and forced her to leave, rather quickly, much to her chagrin.

Xander, of course, didnā€™t hear any of this, he was too busy focusing on the group before him as he caught bits of their conversation, the tall one with red hair laughing and bragging as he prepared to break. ā€œā€¦You should have seen her face! One second with her back turned and boom!ā€ the man declared as he slammed the cue ball forward breaking the pack apart, the others smiling with pride, ā€œNever saw it coming, so much for the big bad Reapers eh?ā€ they laughed as Xander stepped up to the table, taking a swig of his whiskey.

ā€œGentlemenā€¦ā€ he paid little heed to the other two as he stared the red haired leader down, ā€œMind if I join this game?ā€

The man looked like he was astounded some prim bastard had interrupted their story as he sneered toward Xander, ā€œAnd who the hell are you?ā€Xander didnā€™t answer but merely placed his drink down and took a Cue from the nearby wall. However just as one of the men stepped towards him the lights flickered. Dimming as Xander shot them all a glare masked by the gentle expression on his face, the entire area felt more condensed, as if the air pressure had skyrockets as their ear rang and thudded, the ground seeming to shake ever so slightly. The man backed away slowly, only the red head having the gall to stay where he was. ā€œOhā€¦ you, uh, you must be that guy we been hearinā€™ about, Xander, right?ā€

ā€œActually yesā€¦ā€ Xander looked at the table and noted he was solids, ā€œThree six comboā€¦,ā€ he glanced at the other two to gauge their reaction, backing up behind their boss like two halfwits, great, ā€œYou are correct, I am ā€˜that guyā€™. But,ā€ he shot and sent both balls in with a clack, ā€œyou have me at a disadvantage here, you know who I am but all I know about you is that they say you killed a Reaperā€¦ whatā€™s your name?ā€

The red head stood straighter, grinning broadly, ā€œNameā€™s Kepler, and yeah, Iā€™m the guy you heard about. Dame wasnā€™t even aware what hit her, ainā€™t that right boys?ā€

The two agreed with a resounding laughter and rally ā€˜of you tell ā€˜emā€™s and ā€˜thatā€™s rightā€™s. Xander simply kept up his smile as he shot again, a perfect bank, he was really on his game tonight, maybe it was just his way of warming up, ā€œDame you say? So it was one of the females I take it?ā€

ā€œYep,ā€ he took a gulp of his beer as he stuck out his chest a little further, ā€œA bunch of us ambushed the fuckers, see, and while her back was turned fighting a few of our brother I got up behind her and tham! Took out his spine.ā€ He made a motion like his hand was a knife and he was stabbing it up and into something with glee. Xander took another sip of his whiskey as he stepped over near the others, putting down the cue and laughing along. ā€œThe rest didnā€™t go down so easy though, we got out of there before the rest got killed but way I heard it only one made it out of there alive, the Kingā€™ll be pleased.ā€ He looked to his croneys, ā€œThink Iā€™ll get a medal?ā€

ā€œOh, Iā€™m sure heā€™ll be ecstatic!ā€ Xander agreed but placed his drink down again and looked quizzically at the man, ā€œBut tell me, Kepler, which one was it you managed to best? Light right? I always heard she was the weakest of the bunch.ā€

ā€œNo, no, I took down that flaming bitch, hehe, that fucking whore will think twice before-ā€ he stopped with a gasp as he was pinned against the wall. Standing before him was the same man save for his right hand , which was breathed in a silvery gold armor holding a broadsword which had expanded form the air, slamming Kepler against the wall and pinning him there with a blade through the gut. ā€œYo-you bastard!ā€ he grimaced.

Xander was as stoic as ever, and as the other two advance, oneā€™s arm turning into a large pincer like a praying mantisā€™s and another growing almost foot long claws he drew his blade form the man on the wall. Kepler squealed in pain as the blade was yanked out, unable to see as Xander without moving form that spot brought the blade through the claws of his ally to cut down one and back around to stab into the face of the other, both turning to a deep red crystalline substance at the point where they had been struck and vaporizing outward. Kepler almost moved away from the wall, almost had enough time for his mind to contemplate what had happened but before he could the blade was one more stabbed into him, in the exact same place and pinning him to the wall as it had before making him howl again.

ā€œNo, you worm, youā€™re bastard. And one hell of a lucky one at that,ā€ the man cursed as he tried to pull the blade out but Xander held firm with visually little effort, ā€œHow the hell did a little weakling like you manage to take down a Reaper? Itā€™s sickening, to think that one of the most brilliant women Iā€™ve ever known was slain by some son of a whore who just got luckyā€¦ well, Kepler, it seems your luck has run out.ā€ Xander slowly turned the blade in the other demonā€™s gut, the manā€™s face deforming into something akin to a giant bat as he continued cursing Xander in the demon language.

"Why?" he demanded, "You fucking traitor, why?"

Xander didnā€™t respond as he just pushed the blade upward a bit under the demonā€™s ribs and withdrew it quickly, the body falling to the floor where it began to degrade as the otherā€™s had, clothes and all, from the abdomen out. "Because you hurt my pride."

Xanderā€™s blade and gauntlet were gone before the man hit the floor as he picked up his whiskey and downed the rest, letting out a gasp at the end and crushing the crystalized head of his foe into dust that collected on the floor in a pile like the others. ā€œSorry John, it seems Iā€™ve made a bit of a mess of your place.ā€ He turned again the gentlemanly soul he had entered, straightening his tie and placing his glass on the bar, ā€œIā€™ll send someone to clean up.ā€

ā€œNo, no itā€™s fine Mr. Steale, Iā€™ve got it.ā€ he took the glass and cleaned it to look busy, ā€œYou need anything else sir? Another drink?ā€

ā€œNo, not tonight my good man, Iā€™ve got a meeting to get to.ā€ Xander just put down a hundred on the counter and waved goodbye and walked toward the door, the Bouncer opening it after having undoubtedly looking in to see what the screaming was about. Xander took out a large envelope and handed it to the man, patting him on the shoulder, ā€œSee that Hound gets this when he drops by wonā€™t you?ā€

ā€œYes, sir, Iā€™ll give it to Mr. Warrwick, anything else?ā€

ā€œNoā€¦Yes, actually, tell him to watch his back, things are changing out there.ā€ The bouncer just nodded as Daniel closed the door and looked back to him, ā€œSay hey to the family, Frank.ā€ Daniel said casually, clearly not unnerved by whatever was going on as he opened the car door. From the bar he heard John shouting at someone.

ā€œLauren! Get up girl! Go get a broom, quick-ā€
Daniel shut the door and looked to his employer, ā€œWhere too sir?ā€

ā€œJust drive, Danielā€¦ Iā€™ll let you know when I sense her.ā€ The man nodded and pulled away lightly as usual. Xander made note to apologize later for being so short. He glanced at his hand where three small balls of red floated, tiny as aspirins. He frowned and poured a drink before taking them and swallowing them whole, shuttering in disgust as he chased the objects, ā€œSuch weaklings taste terrible.ā€ He commented to no one in particular as he sat back, ā€œNow, where are you?ā€

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The great beast lunged, making for the throat of the young woman it had been chasing. It would grab the back of her neck and bring her down before killing her. It would consume the sweet and powerful soul within; the Dog would soon be more than just a dog. Jaws wide as it arced into the air. She was quick but not quick enough. So close, his tongue could have tasted the air from her spent lungs as he flew into the night. Yes, the soul was his, all he had to do was-!

The beast split, crystalized in a straight line down his midsection from his mouth to his rear and turned to dust as the cloud of ash splashed over the girl. Still of the same weight as the dog had been it would no doubt bring her to her knees. She was close to a road; however there was no traffic at this point of the city at this time of night, still a single dark limousine with a large man in a suit and hat stood by waiting on someone as an aide. Standing behind her, still holding up the glimmering broadsword that the demon had rushed through the man in the suit looked at her with a long cold and vicious stare. ā€œDamnā€¦ youā€™re not her are you?ā€ he said quizzically, he was cursing how weak these new Reapers were, he could barely sense their presence and even at this range he couldnā€™t recognize the aura.. The blade remained in his one armored hand and he seemed rather dark. The feeling he put off like a cold wind that chilled one to the bone. He felt wrong, he was wrong, something about this man, who ever or whatever he was he was wrong at a primal level.

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Escape was futile. Meri understood that now as she zigzagged between the tall trees that lined the pathways in the park. The beast-dog-thing was gaining ground on her quickly, easily tearing across the ground towards her. In the bottom of her stomach she knew that it wasn't an everyday stray dog that roamed the streets of New York. This was something otherworldly. Desperately her eyes scanned for a suitable tree to clamber up. If she couldn't outrun it then she at least believed she could outclimb it. Or at least that was the hope. But she could hear the snarling only feet behind her and she could feel the hot breath on the back of her bare legs. Pumping her arms hard, she gave another burst of speed, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as she tore blindly across the patchy grass in the park. Blood pounded painfully in her ears and her legs felt as though they might give way at any second. This thing was going to catch her at any moment and tear her to shreds. Locking onto a particularly gnarled and bent tree, Meri's eyes had a sparkle of hope. Just. A. Little. Further.

But she never made it.

Because a heavy weight collided with her from behind. With a scream, she tumbled to the ground, forced face first into the dirt. Screwing her eyes shut, she clenched her hands into tight fists and prepared herself. Firstly for the pain, secondly for the fight that was bound to come with it. Except neither came. No pain wracked her body and no struggled ensued. "I'm dead." Was her first logical thought after she had calmed her thoughts and pounding heart. "It broke my neck and I died. At least I didn't suffer...Oh my...I'm dead. Her thoughts switched to all the things she didn't manage in her short life and then to her brother who would be waiting for her. He would stay up all night looking for his little sister if she didn't return. Her heart shattered and tears welled in her eyes.

ā€œDamnā€¦ youā€™re not her are you?ā€ Wrenching her eyes open, Meri twisted her body to stare up at a big man in a dark suit, holding a broadsword. His face held nothing but contempt and disbelief. Gulping, she inched away, a sudden fear shooting through her heart. Who on earth carried a broadsword? Again, a feeling in the bottom of her stomach warned her against messing with this one. There was a dark eerie quality to this man and she didn't like it in the slightest. Backing up slightly, she never tore her eyes from his, keeping them trained on his face at all times. But even she didn't fail to notice the pile of ash that surrounded her. It coated her entire body and she could feel the gritty substance on her skin.

At any moment she expected the dog-creature to appear out of the shadows and lunge at her. It didn't come. The dog was gone and in its place was this daunting gentlemen. Silence enveloped them for a while, until Meri found her voice and began to babble. "Who do you mean? I think you probably have the wrong person, because I don't recognise you in the slightest. I think I would remember a man such as yourself. And I don't see why someone like you would have any business with someone like me. I'm Merinda Perri, by the way." She came up short when she uttered her name. Pulling herself together she squared her shoulders and asked the burning question. "What happened to the dog? Did you scare it off? Or did you kill it?" Not once did her voice falter and as she picked herself up for the ground she stared openly at the man, never looking away from him. As though she were challenging him in some silent way.

"Who are you?"

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Xander looked at this girl and noted her terror, definitely not Pyreā€™s style, no not this one plus she felt different now that he was so close. He just lowered the blade, to his side as he awaited her answer. He didnā€™tā€™ know what he was waiting for, boredom maybe, curiosity? Either way he felt the urge to see what response this girl would provide. ā€œWho do you mean? I think you probably have the wrong person, because I don't recognise you in the slightest.ā€ He frowned slightly at that, feeling that memories or no a soul should recall someone like him, ā€œI think I would remember a man such as yourself. And I don't see why someone like you would have any business with someone like me.ā€

Now that made him actually lighten a bit and almost smile, ā€Oh, you will, trust me there.ā€ He muttered to himself as he glanced to the Ash pile she was sitting in, damn thing had had some serious momentum.

He heard her say her name and raised an eyebrow slightly. ā€œ What happened to the dog? Did you scare it off? Or did you kill it?ā€ now that question he had to answer as he raised the sword to lay across his shoulder with a look of ā€˜are you stupid or somethingā€™ at her.

ā€Killed it of course, damn things are pests, even in my worldā€¦ you really donā€™t remember anything yet do you?ā€ he lowered the blade, the metal peeling away in small squares as the weapon dissipated into the air each piece fading away along with his gauntlet. The blade was gone as quickly as he had appeared and now he just looked to the rest of the world like a typical rich jackass from Wall street, though much better looking.

ā€Who are you?ā€ Ah, the million dollar question.

ā€Youā€™ll figure it out soon enoughā€¦ you know your past incarnations were much quicker on the uptakeā€¦ I blame television.ā€ he then turned and began to head off, though he thought better of it and turned on his heel to look her in the eye again, ā€œOh, and by the way you owe me for this, weā€™ll quibble about terms when your more yourself, Sunshine,ā€ he then again headed to his car this time actually putting one foot in before he shouted back at her, ā€Oh, and by the by, you might not want ot wonder about while you are still so damn pitiful!ā€ with that he got in the car, the driver closed the door and tipped his hat to her before getting in the front and pulling away. Within and beyond her sight he swallowed the small black bead that had been the other demon; this one was slightly less horrid as the others, though he hated consuming such weaklings just to keep his hunger sated. Fact was he was fighting himself the whole time not to consume her where she sat, it would have granted him great power he was sure but the fact was he had more to gain by letting them roam for now than he had by taking them down. ā€œSuch wasted opportunitiesā€¦ hope I donā€™t regret this, Morgan. Your truce had better be worth it, for your sake.ā€ He again spread out his essence, seeking his goal, feeling the multitude of smaller demons that had come out of the cracks to hunt for a chance at the power of a Reaper.

Then the wave of his senses washed over two groupings with a much brighter signatures, definitely not demons, and by the strength they were probably multiple Reapers in one placeā€¦ so they were grouping now were they? But the question remained, which one was she in? He knew theyā€™d all sense that ā€˜being watchedā€™ feeling and previously it might have sent them into hiding however at the moment only one would sense him. ā€œDaniel, third streetā€¦ā€

ā€œYes sir.ā€

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Ugh this walk is way longer the usual. Ky stopped in his tracks, the view of the city was remarkable. Lights flickered, sky scrapers towered above everything. There was no sound in the distance, except that one wretched sound he heard not long ago. Ky continued a normal pace, not walking but not running either. The luminous streets of New York made it easy for him to find his way. Ky stopped in his tracks, he heard a noise, from the same direction he heard it before. Not a coincidence. The fact that the sound was heard was heard through his headphones made him feel even worse. What the f-- he turned on his heel and walked towards the sound.

Surprisingly enough he heard another sound, but this one was a lot more, disturbing. He heard a scream, his eyes were open wide, should he be scared or should he help? Should he risk his life for someone else or should he continue home like nothing ever happened? Without a second thought he started running, not a slow type of run but actually sprinting towards the sound. It couldn't be far, he heard another noise, a shattering of some sort. A low blow came before a sudden silence, no sound in the horizon but the sound of his feet hitting the earth. He ran as fast as he could.

Ky could swear he heard people talking, a girl and man, but he wasn't there yet. How had he heard a scream so far away? He was baffled but nothing would've stopped him now. It was just around the corner, he could feel it. He heard the sound of a car door closing just as he turned. He saw the car drive off, but in-front of him was something else, a girl stood looking at the place where the car once was, dirty like she went through a struggle, obviously dumbfounded but what ever had preluded the car going off.

He picked up his pace and within seconds he was next to the girl. "Ah-- Are you okay? I heard a scream and noises." He looked at the girl who seemed to be in deep astonishment, he sight seemed locked on a spot where someone must have once stood. "Do you need me to call 911-- o-or are you hurt?" He seemed to stuttering, Ky wasn't the shy type but he was also not the type to go running head first into trouble.

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Meri stood where she was, utterly speechless. In a matter of seconds the strange, eerie man had caused his sword to disappear into thin air, spoken endless cryptic words that made little sense to her, claimed that she owed him a debt (which she didn't like to think about) and then cleared out of there. Suddenly he'd climbed into the black car and driven out of sight, before she could even protest. He'd abandoned her, leaving her completely defenseless and more puzzled than she had been before he had begun speaking. A tingling sensation crept up her spine and even without his looming presence, she still felt jumpy and restless. His words still rang in her ears, though many of them didn't wholly make sense to her. For some reason his insults stung her to the core, though she decided not to linger on it for too long. After all, he was gone. It was unlikely that she would see him again.

That didn't prevent her feeling as though she'd been shaken to the core. Looking down at her hands they were trembling. Her heart was fluttering madly in her chest.

"Ah-- Are you okay? I heard a scream and noises. Do you need me to call 911-- o-or are you hurt?"

Startled, Meri jumped, twisting to face the new-comer. Fixing her almost-red eyes on his blue ones, she found herself giving a weak smile. Typical, she was frightened and yet she still attempted to put on her I'm-brave-I-can-handle-this look or the let-me-comfort-you face. It was clear he looked a little worried and her heart went out to him. What this strange girl must have looked like to him. Covered from head to toe in ash, pale-faced and wide-eyed. Taking a deep breath, she steadied her nerves and pushed all thoughts of the odd man from her whirling mind. Giving him a bright smile, she nodded her head.

"Thank you for your concern, but I think I'm okay. Just had a little bit of a fright. Are you okay? You look a little...panicked." Her smile turned to a concerned smile as she studied his face for a moment. She was grateful that someone had at least ran to her aid, that someone had heeded her screams. If she had been in real danger, at least someone would have found her. Her thoughts returned to the dog-beast, who's remains surrounded them, and the danger that had come with it. Glancing down the street, where the car had disappeared, she knew in her heart that the two were linked. Something tickled the back of her mind. Like a memory trying to pry itself loose. But the harder she tried to remember, the further it slipped from her grasp. Eventually, she gave up. She would remember when she remembered.

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And yet someelse joined their little party as Daemon began to wander off, only to nearly be run over by a female with pink hair. Morgan didn't even have to look at her to recognize her. It was the Earth Reaper. Which left only Light and Darkness. Exasperated, he sighed. What a night. Thoughts were flying every direction, and he was losing track of who was thinking what. Finally, he twirled his scythe once, and then swung it downwards, the blade sinking into stone. A ring sounded out where metal had struck stone, causing the others to lapse into silence and stare at him. There was a flicker of fire in his eyes, but other than that, his expression stayed flat.

"Alright, that's enough. I can't think straight with all of you in one place like this. So..." He stood up straight and closed his eyes. Two copies of himself flickered into life on either sides of him. He turned to one of them, saying, "Find Light and Darkness, they're the only two left." The copy nodded once, and took off. He then turned to the second one. "Take these three back to the base. Explain all you can, but just make sure the get there. Xander is close. I have no doubt he wants to talk to me, so I'll stay here and meet up with you back at the base." He then closed his eyes for a second and relayed the information to his copy with the Fire Reaper. He turned to the others, who al showed stages of shock and disbeleife, nodded once, grabbed his scythe, and walked across the street. Xander would be able to find him. The demon always could.

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"Explain it." The copy smiled slightly again. "Hm, where to begin. Well.....We don't actually know where we came from. For as long as the Reapers remember, we've just been. There are seven Reapers total, one for each element. Air, Water, Earth, Light, Darkness, myself, which is Void, and then there is you. Fire. We each have complete control over our element. They are called the Soul Elements, and in order fro them to become Reapers, they must inhabit a human host body. You have been chosen by the Soul Element of Fire. The Reapers are the only defense for humanity against the creatures we call Demons. Not in the Christian sense, as you'll soon find out, that God does not exist. There are only humanity, the Reapers, and the Demons. No more, no less. The more time you spend near me, the more memories you'll recover, and you'll come to understand exactly what has happened. You'll remember who you were in past lives, who I was, though for me, I've inhabited the same body, this 'Morgan' for one hundred and fifty five years now. As I said, the more you remember, the more it will make sense. Now, the Water, Air, and Earth Reapers are being led back to teh base. Will you join them?"

He waited for her answer. He was hoping she would come. He didn't want to have to do anything drastic, but then again....what she'd once done to him to make him believe...

On the real Void Reaper, his scar itched.



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After The true Morgan left the four of them, the copy turned to Daemon, Erys, and Lillianna. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to insist that the three of you come with me. I can explain any questions you may have, but it is going to be getting dangerous, we really should be getting off the streets." He glanced sideways back down the alley, where a Hexon had once been, traces of dust still lingering on the ground. "Unless of course you fancy getting ripped apart by Demons. So....shall we?"

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Morgan almost scowled as he shrunk the scythe down to a small rod and placed it back in his jacket. He crawled into the back of the car with the Demon. He alsmot ignored the glass of whiskey, but then thought better of it, and took it. "Busy night...now that's an understatement. Four of the new Reapers found, but no trace of Light or Darkness. Yet. I sent a copy out to look for them." He sipped the whiskey, and then looked sideways at Xander, his tone flat.

"What are you doing here, Xander? Just what exactly are you looking for this time? How long has it been, seventy years or so since I saw you last?"

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Xander nodded to Daniel as Morgan got in and the car pulled away, the rear block between the driver and passengers rising to give them some privacy. ā€œBusy night...now that's an understatement. Four of the new Reapers found, but no trace of Light or Darkness. Yet. I sent a copy out to look for them.ā€Xander just huffed in amusement as he too drank the alcohol, not that heā€™d feel it.

Xandder glanced at him lazily and then back out the window, ā€œCome on, sixty five at mostā€¦ Jesus, youā€™re making it seem like weā€™re older than dirt.ā€ probably true.

ā€œI actually just met your Light myself, remind her she owes me for the save laterā€¦central park, if you hadnā€™t sensed her yet, should still be around there trying to piece things together.ā€ Xander sat in silence for a moment, still mulling over his options. He didnā€™t know why it wasnā€™t like he hadnā€™t already decided; heā€™d made up his mind the moment heā€™d opened the door for Morgan, if not long before that. ā€œHeā€™s going to be coming here in person soon you knowā€¦ā€ he didnā€™t exactly act like this was super important but both of them would grasp the severity, ā€œSix reapers new to the game and the biggest player around is about to waltz onto the fieldā€¦ you guys are screwed.ā€ well that was pointless. But Xander never did pointless things, not like this, so he had to have a reason.

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[font=candara]Morgan wanted to answer, truly he did, but he wasn't given any time to.

"Hear me, Void Reaper, and tremble. Your attempts to keep me from entering this world have failed, and I now know where you hide... This time, all of your order will fall, and none will survive... Prepare to be brought to justissssseeee...."

All of his clones dropped to their knees in agony and then vanished. It hurt. To have the ruler of all demons speak directly to you via your thoughts was not a pleasant experience at all. Morgan felt as though his head were going to explode, and his vison was red and hazy. He didn't notice at first, but his eyes were actually bleeding, causing him to appear as though he were crying blood.

And that was when he sensed it. Hell Hounds. A breed of some of the most powerful demons, and there were four of them. He made a quick mental count. Earth, Air, Water, and Fire were all at the base. Light he knew the location of thanks to Xaner, and Darkness he could sense. But he also felt two other precenses nearby as well, one emonic an one...human. No, don't let it be him...please... He thought, though he alreay knew exactly who it was. The blood-eye Reaper turned to Xander, saying, "Fine. You have your deal. It's not like I have much choice. But if you double-cross me..." He left the rest of that statement unfinished, knowing Xander knew exactly what he meant, and then, without waiting for the car to stop, Morgan phased through the back seat, landing in the middle of the street.

He wipe the blood away, slightly surprised to see it there, but otherwise ignored it. He made two copies of himself, sending one in the direction of the Hell Houns, hoping that they wouldn't split up, the other off in the direction of the Darkness Reaper, and the other to where Light was.

He turned a corner, and for the second time in about an hour, he nearly ran into someone. This time, however, this someone was a human male. A human male Morgan knew all too well, and quickly his anger grew almost too powerfull for him to control. If anything had happened to the boy, Morgan would have--

No, he couldn't think about that right now. The Reapers were the priority, not his... Morgan drew out his scythe, spinning it to dissolve a fireball thrown by the demon who was chasing after the Light Reaper and the human boy. Morgan calmed himself to the best of his ability, staring at Nihilus. "Man....I've seen some ugly demons in my time, but you sir...you just take the cake. Now...care to dance? Or has your master begun to call you back yet?"

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Xander was awaiting the manā€™s answer, his hand still held out almost though the Reaper would have enough pride to try and go it alone, he could respect that, he knew it was foolish but he still could respect it. However Xander wasnā€™t intending to let this go. He needed that century to do as he willed. He needed to be able to gather power; again, fact was that Nihilus alone was becoming too powerful, that Clown was outside the realm of predictable control, not to mention the King. He had given up a golden opportunity to slay the Reapers and absorb their power. He knew that they would be the best meals heā€™d ever had if he had only taken the plunge, however he also doubted that at his level they would give him the power to best both the King and his servants, not in one go like he needed. No, they were worth more to him alive. He needed that Century to gather his strength, and then heā€™d make his move. He still wondered if heā€™d made the right decision, maybe he should have considered it for loner, Who am I trying to foolā€¦ I knew which side Iā€™d choice the moment this beganā€¦

But just when it seemed that Morgan would reply, probably with a less than satisfactory answer, he went pale. The man looked like someone had kicked his puppy or something, but there was a much greater fear there than disbelief. What could make the Reaper of the Void stop so sudden-ā€¦Ohā€¦ Xander felt it now, that shiver down even his spine, that pressure against his throat like a hand resting there waiting to apply a deadly pressure. He recognized it immediately, he always hated that feeling. Of course he wasnā€™t a Reaper and he certainly wasnā€™t a human. While the Reaper was busy catching flies Xander made the very slightest conscious effort to expand his own power and nullify the feeling of ā€œthe Kingā€™sā€ hold. Of course he took pleasure in the fact that he felt that in the first place. To Xander it was a Leash being tied to him, a sign that he needed extra measure to control him. A leash I broke with a shrug, hope youā€™re taking notes your Majesty, pft

ā€œFine.ā€ Xander glanced back to the Reaper who had finally gotten control of himself, ā€˜bout time, ā€œYou have your deal. It's not like I have much choice...ā€

Xander had the cheekiest of grins, as usual as he watch the proceedings, ā€œNopeā€¦ā€, By. The. Balls

ā€œBut if you double-cross me...ā€ Void added as he began to fade at his lower extremities. Did he just say that?

Xander jumped on that as he pointedly glared the Reaper down, ā€Just who the fuck do you think youā€™re dealing with, kid?ā€ The fact that this single Reaper dared make such a direct threat, and worse insinuated that Xander would break his word, was frankly infuriating. But Heā€™d let it go, for now, as Void phased, his hand going last as he began to slide through the car, Xander reached out and their middle fingers touched just before heā€™d finished vanishing. A stinging pain accompanied by a severe burning sensation as black runes emanated from the point of contact, spiraling down and around the finger to the base of the phalange. The hundreds of tiny symbols were the contract, written in the demonic language, complete with all terms and conditions. The black runes faded shortly after, though the tingling remained along with the urge to find and consume other Demons. That was how these things worked, he felt the urge to hunt other demons, like a craving for an odd food, and the Reapers (or at least those capable of noticing their expanded senses) would find a sudden flood of power dropping from their radar.

Looking his finger over and sighed exasperatedly as he glanced out the back window, the Reaper gone. ā€œWellā€¦ looks like heā€™s going to take the easy onesā€¦ which leaves me to deal withā€¦grrreat, somehow I feel I just drew the short straw.ā€ he clicked down the blind as Daniel stopped the car, ā€œwell, Dan, looks like Iā€™m gonna be working late tonight.ā€

The man presented a pistol and cocked back the bolt, a silver bullet scribed in runes gleaming in the chamber before he let the slide slam shut, ā€œNeed any aid sir?ā€

Xander had to smile genuinely at the loyalty his human aids always showed, he wondered what brought that out in them, and you say these beings are worthless, King, how little you knowā€¦ ā€œNo, not this time, my friend, this fish is too big. No, you go back to the compound, make sure your family is behind the barrier, I have a feeling Iā€™m not going to be making any friends tonight.ā€ the driver nodded as he put the gun down, the moon roof opening above Xander as he looked up to the blank night sky, [ā€œOh, and Danielā€¦ if you find the time head on down to the East side, I think Hound found something. He may need a hand if this guy has friendsā€¦ tell him to take him to take him alive.ā€[/b]

ā€œYes sir, oh and sirā€¦ā€ Xander had slid to the middle seat and was looking into the sky like he was doubling checking the wind speed or something but looked back to his driver quizzically, ā€œGood luck sir.ā€

Again a genuine smile, ā€You as wellā€¦ Iā€™m off.ā€ with that he slowly was clouded away in a white luminescent mist, and while his face and silhouette remained defined he shot into the sky in a stream of light and smoke, vanishing into the clouds. Daniel put the vehicle in drive and hit the call button, directing his wife not to leave the building or let the kids leave either and then turning the car toward the East Side.

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Henry Mallory sat in the seventh floor apartment 15 of the down trodden building. The room was dimly lit, with half the lights damaged and the walls covered in a sickly and peeling green with cracked and broken wood paneling from mid wall to the floor. A typical terrible New York Apartment. Mallory sat upon a crushed and stained lounge chair watching the Mets on a crappy TV. Around the room and in the rest of the building were another fifteen men, some in track suits, while those near Mallory in full business wear. Two stood next to the door at any time. And everyone carried the smell of iron and saltpeter on them, guns, lots of them. His guy had called in some major favors. All of this would be simple for Hound to smell and determine which was why Xander hired him for these jobs.

A long black limo pulled up along the road across form the red haired young man. The driver getting out and tossing his hat into the vehicle as he approached, ā€œMr. Warrick,ā€ he nodded as he stepped up beside the much smaller, yet more dangerous, ā€˜manā€™, ā€œMr. Steale sent me to aid you, says things have changed, we need Mallory alive.ā€ He subconsciously rested his hands on his hips as he looked at the Building Hound was looking at, his hands close to the holster on the small of his back in this position, ā€œWhat can we expect?ā€ Daniel didnā€™t know what Houndā€™s powers were, all he knew was he was a powerful demon like Xander mascaraing as a man, and Daniel was in no mood to fight one of those so he was polite yet casual. And, in the past, very useful, for a human; Xander never kept around refuse, and heā€™d had Daniel on call for nearly fifteen years, that alone was more than enough of a recommendation for most.

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The huge Demon had sent out his minions and burst onto the stage in a flurry of pyrotechnics, played a single note to his own self imagined adoring crowd, and now sat back patting himself on the back, waiting for his groupies to gather some delicious damsels to bring back to his dressing room. It made Xander laugh, and the pride it was does with, oh how enjoyable. He had left the car and vanished, coming down in a pillar outside the church. Heā€™d hidden his aura, not hard in the torrent of power the large winged beast was putting off, well, it wouldnā€™t have been if it wasnā€™tā€™ for the amount of power Xander held himself. As it was there was a fifty-fifty chance heā€™d been noticed five minutes before when heā€™d first entered the building. Of course the demon lord was probably watching his hounds play around in his minds ye. Either way Xander felt heā€™d given the man enough time to ignore him if he was doing so after eight minutes of just sitting there and cleared his throat. A count to three and he began clapping with a huge smile, ā€œWell done!ā€ he stood from the rear pew where heā€™d sat and stepped down the aisle looking the demon over, ā€œQuite the entrance, though Iā€™m certain it was unnecessary you made such an impression, should have seen Voidā€™s face, priceless.ā€ he stopped halfway up the Aisle and just smiled with venom toward the Arch demon, ā€œStill too proud to dress the part while in this world I seeā€¦ā€

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The presence of Xander was no surprise. He had smelled his stench miles away, since it was a well-known smell to the Betrayer. Xander, in his prime, was one of the only other demons strong enough to face the Betrayer at the peak of his power. Even though the Betrayer defeated Xander, Xander sure gave him a run for his money. The both of them had waked away as a mess. The battle actually left a scar on the Betrayers body; A thick 2 inch wide ridge on his back from there Xander's sword had struck him. The strike would have slain any normal man or demon, and if it wasn't for his sheer size and extreme muscle mass he would have been dead.

Before Xander walked through the door, the Demon Lord was finishing up collecting the blood from the body's. A single quart of blood would make an excellent sized portal for his minions to come through, but it would take more body's than 4 to bring in bigger monsters like Drakes and Nightmares.

As the doors swung open into the church, the demon smiled to himself, bringing his wings up and out to display them at their full span. The massive scar Xander had left on the demon still covered his back. It was like a display of art; All of the smaller scars around it made it look like it was the masterpiece of an art show. With a deep growlish purr he turned to Xander, holding his arms out in a hugging-fashion. A devilish grin crossed his face as he walked down form the alter, the ground lightly shaking as he stepped forward to the fellow demon.

"Xander... Your appearance is no surprise to me. Your soul is drenched in blood from your previous lives in the Void... Any demon who took the time could find you from miles away...' The demons face turned from a smile into a stern look. Bringing his hand up from his side the demon gripped the air like the throat of an opponent. From the pew Xander was sitting in the Betrayer lifted up Xanders body into the air. As if his hand was around Xanders throat, he demon lord pulled him forward till he was in front of him, and it was his real hand around Xanders throat.

"You stink of the False Reaper's scent. For this I should kill you. I wonder how long you could fight the Nightmares before they rip your mind from your body..." He growled deeply as he lifted Xander up higher, his grip tightening. "But, since you and I have... "History"... Together. I shall let you live. In fact, I will give you a gift before you leave..."

A pool of blood gathered under Xander. From it grew thick black chains, levitating up to wrap around the demons body. After enough of them had wrapped around Xander, the Betrayer dropped him into the arms of the chains. From the blood, more and more black chains shoot up with 2 of them digging into Xander's arms. One in each arm. The pain was only temporary before Xander could feel a rush of power through out his whole body. Grabbing Xander by his neck again, the Betrayer lifted Xander from the pool. With a devilish purr the Betrayer dropped Xander from his grip.

"Ahhh... Congratulations Xander. There is a lock on your true power... This lock is strong, and requires a massive surge of power to break it." The betrayer purred deeply as he leaned forward, almost whispering to Xander. "That lock is now broken... Now, all you must do is uncover the truth. The more you combat demon kind, the more you will learn about your true self... The true demon inside you..."

"Now..." The Betrayer grinned as he scooped up a handful of fresh blood from the pile of body's, throwing it forward to all over the alter. Covering the alter in the black blood. "You may wish to leave before our guests arrive... Have you ever been to a prison, where most of the prisoners have been put there by you...?" The Betrayer laughed out as the blood started to come together, making a black portal to the Void...