"I would not use any excuse for my shortcomings for I know that I am simply worthless."
A steep price, she says.
Basileus could only imagine what that could be for the Master Uisnech. Though, he already has the grasp of that concept due to the various accounts and tales told across the times. The illustrious High Mage and Head Master of the Academia was someone who has a defined purpose and understood the consequence it would yield. Still, the man is able to follow through such dangerous decisions and not be bothered by the effects upon his person. Truly, a remarkable person he is. Somehow, it reminded him of his mother who remained unhindered in her ambition for herself and for this Kingdom. However, the alignments of both people in comparison are highly different, like black and white.
Gratitude for his protection of Elysia?
How he wanted to retort to that statement of hers with intensity. This feeling of reprehension flooded his senses and the words felt to be crawling harshly from his throat. He released his hold of the pendant as his hand fell to his side. The actions which had been considered to be needed shall open the doors to a chaotic event. Doubt is present. Disagreement is true. Yet, he could not go against the wave crushing down upon him. So, he would keep everything inside and cover the shame with his kind and polite smile. "I simply do what I must." It seemed that the Deva in front of him does not differ in what propels them to act. And when they do, there is a cost that must be paid with such great expense. Of course, to say they are being forced into such a situation would be farfetched. In the end, they still have wills.
"Well, I must excuse myself now Lady Seraphiel." He lowered his head in respect and politeness. "It has been a pleasure to finally meet you and please send my regards to Lord Uisnech." With that said, he walked passed the green-haired Deva and was soon out of the gallery. He made his way through the hallways of the palace in where the sun filtered through the crystal windows. When, he was certain to be alone. He stopped midway and released a small sigh. His earth-toned eyes gazed through the glass panel. He likes this Kingdom. It is where he had been born to and serve for its best interest. But more than that, he only wanted to make the people he cares for happy.
Speaking of which...
Yes, she was far better than he will ever be.
"Why is that even if I am this close to you? I cannot do anything for you."
Well, Chrysanthe would not deny the fact where she has the tendency to question and to overstep her Commander's wishes at times. Someone has to do that especially when others were willing to do anything through blind faith and trust. She did not want that for anyone. Because, it was like erasing one's own voice and identity. It was fine to believe in someone else as long as one will not forget why that was so in the first place. One must not get captured in another's web in a sense. And really, she still respects the Black Knight though; it did not mean she would not want to beat the man to a bloody pulp at some point in her life.
And then, a bargain was established.
Such method was familiar with her; this had done by him for the others. It was an effective motivation. Still, she felt like being treated as a child as if she was not being taken seriously. This was reflected in her eyes narrowing and the slight pout of her lips. Nishant was always effortlessly calm and collected. Somehow, she wanted to see him tormented just to see if he was capable of that. But, that was of course a cruel thought which she quickly pushed away from her head. Anyway, she will take him up on that offer. After all, it would be best to have an assurance and knowing him, he will abide by his words.
“I will hold you to your word.” There was a smile across her face at that proclamation and a certain glint within those blue eyes. She will push herself even further and next time, he will be bested by her. And when that day comes, she will be able to say it and a step of becoming truly strong. “You better be prepared.” She noted with a playful wink and afterwards, she watched Nishant went on his way to search the Princess. There was no doubt in her mind that the Princess will be found by the Black Knight. He always did for some reason. It made her wonder that if she was lost would he be able to find her.
She nodded in satisfaction when she noticed something from the corner of her vision. It was a familiar blue robe significant for the members of the Azure Council. Without any kind of hesitation or second-guessing, she felt herself moving to reach that individual wearing the colors she had associated with a precious person.
Her assumption was right as her name rolled with such tenderness and affection. “Good morning too, Brother. The training is going well. But, I have been defeated by Sir Nishant again.” Despite being siblings, they had less time spending with each other. It was due to the different obligations placed upon them. She was a Knight and the Prodigal Daughter of House Pallas. He was an esteemed Azure Councilor and the Heir of House Pallas. The situation revolving around them was not the same when they were but children. Even so, the fleeting moments where they can see each other like this were happiness. “Are you well?” As such, she could tell if something has happened with him.
Even if... he always hides behind that smile.
"The role I must take. The path I have chosen. They create a rift I want to cross."
The request was useless as it seemed. It pained Calliope as a volley of arrows was launched towards them. Nevertheless, she could identify that the bulk of it was leaning towards Lenore. There were many connotations to that and she did not like to jump on a conclusion until all factors had been considered. She looked at her friend who was defending them both. Her hands were coiled into fists for she felt completely helpless. She was supposedly the next ruler of Elysia, a figure of authority and power. However truly, she was unable to do anything with the rain of arrows coming towards them. All she is able to do was stand and watched Lenni exert such effort by her own.
She was no mage.
Lord Emrys had told her that there will be things that she will be unable to do. That is why she would need to learn about depending others for such matters. Then, the black Asura's words came floating in her thoughts. What would be her role? And saying, her friends knew. All of these statements were piling up one after another. She could not see the distinction between them anymore. But really, there must be a difference. It was at that point her vision had been blockaded by a towering black armor. She was pulled out by her inner monologue. Cyril has finally arrived. Though, it should make her feel safe and secured. And, truly he does.
But, she was really useless in this moment.
A face of emotionless hatred. No attachment just simply moving to the threads of a puppeteer.
"They seemed not to be themselves." She noted as her eyes returned to Harold. Remembering the young man, she could not see an ounce of violence in him. He was gentle and Ramie likes him. But then again, humans are capable of impossible feats when they are desperately pushed to the edge. Though, that could be the issue here. Harold should be echoing that despair but, there was none. It was then she noticed something odd protruding from the back of his neck. Almost transparent, its fragile shimmer was the only thing which gave it away. The appearance suggested to be of a needle or a thread of some kind. She reached for it and delicately wrapped it around her finger.
"Lenni, do you know what this is?"
"There is no other pleasant than the scent of roses."
As long as there are no battles for him to fight, Apollyon sees no reason to be near the white girl. For in the end, he does not like mortals as much as he dislike the devas. He is only here to pass time even with the nonchalant expression of Lucifer about a plan. Complicated subjects like that are better left for them. Such things do not matter to him. Really, humans are quick to change in their methods and preferred applications of stealth with betrayal. How boring in his opinion. If it is war, there should be an endless of corpses blanketing the fields beyond the fields of Elysia and their enemy.
Though, he did find individuals of interest, people to play with.
The encounters with the princess of this realm and the unknown boy were enlightening in more ways than one. They are much like two sides of a coin. Of course, only one could win with a 50% chance of probability. Yet, the one tossing them about. This thought brought a sly yet dark smile upon his lips. He could feel another stirring of power something archaic and filled with dangerous intent. It was familiar due to the scent unique to those of Inferno, but there was something peculiar. A hint of divinity, a trait he had associated with the white girl and another...
"I think you care more than anyone else."
His smile quickly vanished into a frightening frown as a memory better forgotten or yet erased from the vast expanse of history. A vision filled with such color and a scent enrapturing to a calm, it briefly played in his mind's eyes. Though, it invoked irritation instead of a warmth lingering in that scene. In any case, that mortal speaks about things which are nonexistent and of pure imaginary assumptions. And thus, the fate which lead to what the humans had deemed as Walpurgis Night became reality.
Apollyon was presently lazing about in one of the tallest turrets in the palace. He was completely alone as he looked at the hand extended upwards. A lone butterfly landed on one of his fingers. How foolishly brave. Did it think he was some flower? Probably due to the putrid scent he emits, one of roses. "Such emotions are lost" With that said, he crushed the innocent butterfly with his hand and closed his eyes. It would be better for him to sleep. As for human ploys and such, he would not interfere even if Elysia be placed in peril. Oh, he could feel the dark maneuvers and would let them put it into place. It would be a source of good entertainment.
After all, he would only act when summoned to it.