Irsire Xion's Story

"Do whatever you can to take me up into the sky with you I am going to throw a spear at her. Even if I miss the lightning should hit something, but we are going to have to get in pretty close to make sure she cant dodge it. I've only rode a dragon once, I'll make sure to hold on," Irsire told Leden. Leden looked as if he was ready to go to war, the ice dragon made armor for himself in such a short time the ice looked flawless under the pale moonlight. The fight for the safety of everyone was looking good from Irsire's eye's, Leden and himself would be trying to take on the leader of a very influential group aiming to control the world. Irsire wasn't in to being a slave or aligned to false idealism, he wanted to take down Fume more than anything.

"If ya don't mind, I'm not to heavy," Irsire said as he walked to the side dragons back keeping himself steady and throwing weak lightning bolts into the sky. He quickly darkened the sky and created a thunder cloud, which shot lightning down at random place's across the town. The cloud was a bit larger than a normal cloud, and much more active sending down flashes of lightning every few minutes. "Fly me up to the cloud I'll make the spear from there as soon as she gets close enough I'll throw it, I want you to descend as quickly as possible so I do not hit you. I know your body is strong but this is being made to take her out, If I cannot get a clear throw I'll dive out of the cloud with it in hand my power will keep me in the cloud as long as its there," Irsire explained getting ready for the fight of his life

Fume laughed darkly and maybe somewhat loudly as she noticed the demon down below had managed to actually get hit by something so freezing cold. That would be a bother to melt, in fact, she had the believe that even that fire twig or Nora would have a hard time melting it. She noticed how it had somehow impacted Leden. She was definitely delightful and maybe secretly relieved that they hadn't found out a very quick way to repeal them back to her. Sure, she was commander of water and ice, but dry ice even to her was painful if directed back at her.

She threw random waves of now boiling water down to the ground below. Even if it didn't hit her intended two targets, it may as well hit some others. She tilted her head dramatically to one side, "Oh? Becoming more serious, are we?" She was already at her maxed out size, so growing any bigger would be impossible. Being smaller might make her more agile in the sky and harder to hit, however. She figured that she may use that to her advantage at some point in the fight.

Instead of moving her head back, she swooped her body to follow her head, being upside down for a moment before making a loop to be right-side up. Some may view it as a taunt. Her glowing white gaze fixated upon her two assailants, and yet she still noticed the giant explosion from the ground. Delightful. Once I get this area taken over, it is going to be rebuilt for moi. She snapped her teeth at the ice-armored Snowball and the demon who had seemed to be in his full transformation.

Looking up to Fume as she made rounds in the sky taunting the two, peering over his shoulder to Leden patting him on his shoulder "I'll start moving on me whenever you get ready ," Irsire would smile but his friend wouldn't see his face due to the helm that Irsire wore. Calling upon the seeker of darkness Irsire leaped into the air shooting to of the tendrils into the outer walls of the building, thrusting himself further into the air crashing down onto the top of the building peering up at the dragon circling above with a devilish grin Irsire began to charge more lightning up through his body. Unable to fully use his right hand Irsire created an unstable and much more powerful lightning spear with his left hand supporting it with the power of the seeker of darkness. It loomed over his shoulders morphing the dense lightning with darkness, pouring its dark power inside of Irsire's spear.

The Seeker of Darkness looked excited, it face laced with grin spanning from wide side of its purely dark face to the other, its jagged and sharpened teeth craved the flesh of its victims. As Irsire pulled his hand back getting it into possition to launch at Fume the seeker created a mock spear of darkness. It was to fly under the lightning spear as a shadow encase the throw was completely off, even if it would be something sneaky to catch Fume off guard it would hopefully be effective. "Now now seeker, are you that hungry for this soul," Irsire said aloud, the spirit didn't respond in words instead it hissed and placed it's dark limb on his shoulder. With full force Irsire threw the spear throwing his body forward with it, the spear cut through the air with ease and its dark counter part few directly under it nearly unnoticeable. As it neared it's target the lightning compressed into the spear started to erratically spew out, Irisre held his hand up reading the explosion command for the spear and the seeker swayed the path of the second spear giving Fume two things to avoid.

Fume looked over to the demon, who had some sort of devilish figure behind him. She seen how he was beginning to manipulate electricity in his left hand. She frowned, feeling her wings even beginning to tire out. She had to stay in the air though, as it appeared she had the best advantage in the sky.

Out of the corner of her eye, she seen Leden preparing a move, which turned out to be icy shards, and a lot of them. She smirked evilly and decided she'd take the smallest form she could, which she rarely done. On that thinking process, she noticed a lightning spear coming towards her. She barely noticed the shadowed one, but she noticed that one as well, nonetheless. Three things to avoid... An idea flipped in her brain as soon as she managed to change her size to the height of a savannah cat. She quickly zig-zagged in the air and flew towards where she noticed a firey fight between Nora and the elf stick. She must have not noticed it because of it's darkness, but she felt the shadow spear strike her, causing a wide tear in her right wing, due to being small.

Fume roared through the pain and glided just above her higher-up's, Mhisty's, and Leden's heads, the lightning spear still coming towards her. Hm, would lightning too close to their leader be bad? She landed on the ground, water rushing from her feet as she grew back to her usual height of nine feet tall. She could take the hit, with some damage for sure, but would that demon really let it go off? Could he even control it any longer? Mhisty was so close, staring in horror at Leden. Fume smirked, laying onto the ground, her wings splashing water closer to the group over there. The lightning spear was so close now.

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Irsire watched as Fume shifted sizes shrinking to advoid the oncoming onslaught of attacks, he knew that Fume was intelligent but she was also very cunning in shrinking her size to dodge that attacks. Irsire smiled from under his helm, if she wasn't such a psychopathic bitch, he knew he would enjoy fighting beside a warrior that doesn't just use brute strength to conquer their foes. The seeker laughed grimly as the shadow spear tore through the cat sized demonic dragons wing, she descended with speed and force slamming into the ground beside Mhisty splashing water at them with her wings. The lightning spear soared behind, "shit... I won't be able to stop it in time, if I make it burst it'll rain down over everyone. I'll just try to get it as close to Fume as possible before letting it go." his mind was now clouded by the thoughts of harming Mhisty and the others, he could't do anything about the impending doom of those below him. Irsire could only hope they were able to move in time. "I'm sorry my Lady," he said as he snapped his finger exploding the lightning spear as it got extremely close to Fume.

Hoping to finish the fight with Fume, Irsire leaped off of the time of the building he was perched on. The storm of lightning he raged before would take a vital role in hopefully taking out Fume for now. Stiffly moving his right arm up to gather the lightning that was in the sky, surging down from the clouds it shot into his body. Irsire concentrated the electrical energy into his right arm, thrusting it down as he descended towards Fume. Hit or miss, Irsire would break some bones in his right arm and hand but he hoped to cut through Fume's thick hide and hit something vital. But if he did miss the lightning would be discharged into the ground and if water was still around, it wouldn't be pretty. Irsire hoped for the best keeping his weak fist forward.

O.M.E.G.A had finally eaten enough for his hole inside of him to fill up. He was now angered by this elf. But he knew he now needed to be more tactical. He was now learning from his mistakes. He then sees the dragon again. She is fighting the demon kin in black. O.M.E.G.A saw as this dragon dodged attacks by shrinking sizes. This tickled his fancy and he thought that she might be able to teach him more tactics. He then charges up to the demon kin hoping to impress the dragon in a way. Although the demon kin then leaps off the building he was on and collects lighting in his arm while in mid air. Hoping to catch him O.M.E.G.A then stretches his arm as far as he can for an attempt to stop the demon kin from killing his teacher.

"Never changes for me tough guy." Renth spat onto the ground in front of him for good luck. Entering into a zen like state he had used to kill bears. Bears and bulls couldn't be much different right? They both started with the letter B. He side-stepped the charging bovine, hooking his arm around it's left horn. He pulled himself onto it's back, machete in hand. He gripped onto the horn for dear life, not wanting to get bucked off of this warpath. Raising his free arm, he cut away at the enemy low-lifes, hacking away to leave behind heads bearing surprised expressions rolling on the ground, their blood seeping through the armor of fallen comrades. He assessed the battle from the back of his next target.
Mhisty was fighting a bird...that was on fire. That was interesting. He panned to Irsire, who was very much occupied with a rather large spear of mixed darkness and light. Okay that beat what Mhisty was doing, How about Vorso and Layn? Vorso had just stepped out infront of them.
"This is gonna be sweet."
Renth leaned forward, then moving to the side, grabbed Vorso and threw him onto the back of the new steed. "Why Hello my good sir, what might you be doing on this fine Evening?" He inquired in a mock-polite voice. "I must trust that we're ready to depart? I'll leave the details up to Y-" He was cut off by the next event.

Fume growled, seeing a sudden light flash, and her enemies were gone. Damn. Lightning was already right upon her, no way to escape. She maxed out her size at the last second, to lessen the affect of the lightning spear. The spear smashed against her neck, shocking her greatly. She roared, standing up on her hind legs and crashing her front feet into the ground, creating a decent-sized crater, waves of water skittering away from her body. Little electrical pulses ran through her, and it was definitely painful. She probably smelt like burnt fish now.

She spread her wings, seeing little yellow sparks fly out here and there. Her wings were going to be useless for now. She looked over to Nora. If she was smart, she'd back off. She growled, running towards the demon, feeling the crunch of bodies under her feet. She hoped he could hurt himself! She closed her mouth, filling it up with water. She could feel the water seeping from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her throat to the ground. She suddenly opened her mouth, shaking her head towards Irsire, just as lightning would be shocking down. She felt the sparks, the stinging tendrils of electricity crawling across her body. She just wondered if she was able to hurt the demon, ignoring the electricity as much as she could. With the others somewhere, she felt as though she won this battle already!

Vosro cleared the path way for the lightning spear to strike without harming anyone on his side. Irsire was glad someone was resourceful enough to move Lady Talos and the other’s out of the blast radius. Since they were gone, he had no reason to hold back his full destructive power. The spear didn’t put Fume down like Irsire was hoping it did, she grew to her full size lessening the damage the spear would do. A clever and intuitive move to make, Fume sure was pissed bucking upwards at her full size and slamming her feet into the ground creating a decently sized crater beneath her. Water splashed up and dissipated running out of the crater and into the town.

It looked like Fume was preparing a charge, as calculated as this fight has been so far Irsire wasn’t expecting something so simple and animalistic. Since Irsire was airborne he wouldn’t be able to change direction so easily, and Fume was closing in her mouth filled with a large amount of water. And as Irsire got about six feet from the huge dragon she opened her mouth sending a torrent of water mixed with the electrical energy found in the lightning spear right back at him . “You’ve run out of idea’s Fume? I am the demon who commands the lightning!” Irsire yelled as he empowered his right arm with the electricity she used to attack him with. Irsire aimed his fist down at the dragons head aiming to do some damage before his arm became useless.

If the blow would connect, Irsire’s right hand, wrist, and arm would break from the pressure and impacting force. He might also be reverted to his human form, his body was tiring from overuse, the battle took a lot out of him.

The werewolf did not respond, instead growling senselessly at Ru. She sighed, and twirled her blade into a reverse grip. "Very well." She bowed her head slightly. "Traverse α."

Ru's perception of the world changed into a whirl of blue afterimages on a white background, reforming an instant later into somewhere new. She left being a spark of static electricity which sparked and fizzled for a brief instant in the cool air, reappearing beyond the tree and werewolf both in a thin fuzz of loose particles.

"You wouldn't have stopped me regardless."

Ru brought up her hand in a slow arc, and the earth cracked open. A thin, sheer wall of rock rose up, splitting the road and reaching up, up, ten, twenty feet towards the sky. Handfuls of loose dirt tumbled off of its surface. When it stopped, it had formed a barrier reaching completely across the road and breaking the walls and roofs of the houses to either side. It wasn't perfectly smooth, but it was more than enough to delay the werewolf.

Ru let out a derisive sniff, "Follow me now, mutt." She turned away, gathering her wings beneath her. The hundred tendrils pushed up and forward on her, and launched her like and arrow down the street. It took her a matter of moments to reach a corner, where her wings extended from the wall, catching her and propelling her along a new vector, towards the center. Her wings reached from the walls as she sped forward, keeping her speed and course true. She left behind a blue, ethereal mist of energy. Her halo glinted almost blindingly under the lightning as one of the blue dragons above crashed itself against the storm.

Fume cursed to herself. She was hoping that he wouldn't be able to draw the power of the electricity from the water that he appeared weak to, or that it would be balanced out by the water to being useless. Unfortunately, he was able to draw upon that power and not get bothered by the water. "Not running out of ideas." She opened her jaws wide, needle-like teeth dangerous. If he was going to hit her with that electrical arm, might as well get her teeth involved!

A sharp pain, and a big jerk. Her neck got twisted down somewhat, an uncomfortable feeling. He was stronger than he seemed he was going to be with the hit. Then again, it might have been the electricity working it's way through her. What with her mouth being involved, the shock may have been more harsh than it could have been. His arm got latched onto her teeth before sliding off. She could taste what he left over on her tongue (does he leave blood or what?), feeling the shocks of electricity. She felt like she was being cooked. Nothing she couldn't handle though. She could push through this.

She spread her wings, pushing them against the air as hard as she could, her muscles twitching from the electricity. Her insides felt burned. Her jaw felt out of place or broken. She shook her body, now determined to take Irsire to the death or for her pleasure of torture. Unless he managed to escape. It will be revealed soon.

“I expected as much,” Irsire replied grimly, his fist flew into her jaw impacting with a powerful concussive blow. Anything normal sized would have been obliterated, but the dragon held on with poise. He knew the recoil from his punch would be a bitch but it was a slightly overwhelming his knuckles shattered from the impact, sending a shockwave down his wrist fracturing the bones there. It then traveled up his arm leaving small cracks and fractures in his arm up to where dislocated shoulder is rested. Waves of pain shot through Irsire’s body, his brain shooting out signals to his entire right arm. A few broken knuckles but basically a fully broken arm was too much , Irsire has been impaled, burned, and frozen the pain he was feeling now was way worse than that.

To top it off as his fist connected Fumes teeth were not forgiving as they sliced through the armor covering his fist and arm and then finding themselves cutting through Irisre’s flesh. They gashed into his forearm, bicep and tricept, leaving blood all over the inside of the demonic dragons’ mouth. He descended crashing into the ground below Fume, rolling away as his arm dangled. Irsire could feel his power dissipating and it was a matter of time before he would shift back into his human state. He rolled up trying to distance himself from the towering dragon , although it looked like she took a hit she was still standing and looking very pissed off.

Irsire knew the day was lost, he would need more preparation if he would come across Fume again. At this moment Irsire’s situation looked bleak and he knew it, dying fighting for freedom was the way he would have wanted to die. But his vision began to fade before he could do so, grunting and charging more electricity in his left hand Irsire dashed back towards Fume. “I will be the one to end you, and after you’re dead I’ll end your father as well!” Irsire declared. Although his words were brave and his mind was set on victory, his body gave in. After six steps Irsire’s armor broke and shattered, after 8 steps he shrunk to his normal size and his skin color returned to its original appearance, and after 13 steps his horns faded away, and the lightning he held vanished. On his 15th step Irsire passed out falling a few feet before the dragons feet.

As Ru approached the ruined town square, her wings stopped pulling her and instead wreathed around her, extending from the walls and road to slow her progress. She came to rest gently, her feet touching the ground at the very threshold. Her wings faded behind her as her mind relaxed, and the blue mist sunk back into the ground.

The square had been devastated. It was littered with bodies from both sides. What had once been a great fountain was strewn in pieces across the broken ground. Droplets of blood and water drifted toward the ground, freezing on impact. Some gathered on Ru's robe as she walked, forming an oily layer of red and blue ice. Near the center, the blue dragon loomed over the broken body of her storm. He had the look of an elf, and lay on the ground amidst his own shattered armour. His breath came in shallow gasps.

Ru's pace slowed as she approached the dragon. Her sword was held tightly in her right hand, and her halo caught the returning moonlight, gleaming above her head. To either side of her the macabre mist caught the halo's reflected light, shimmering in the shape of feathered wings stretching from her back. She looked very much like some warrior angel greased in blood. Had she a mouth, it would have twisted into a wry smile.

She stopped short of either of them, though closer to the broken man than the dragon was. She let out a quiet sigh. It caught on the sudden stillness of the air and flew through the square, an echo of an echo. When it fell silent, certain the dragon was paying attention, Ru spoke. Her melodic voice filled the square, and the air seemed to hum with it.

"Well don't I feel ineffectual?" The sarcasm in her voice was nearly dripping. "After all my effort to find the one speck of civilization in this damned country, and you come in and butcher anyone who might have had some inkling of knowledge." Ru placed a hand on her hip, the other twirling the sword in loose circles. "I hope you're proud of yourself, wyrm. I hope more you're smarter than your dull eyes attest, for I've questions, and unless your meat puppet friend here," she made a flick toward the elf with her sword, "can make a remarkable recovery from being utterly broken, the one whom I will be asking," another flick, this time to the dragon, "will be you."

Vosro watched as Renth charged up his bow, when the light became to bright and Vosro was forced to close his eyes. The bow twanged and the force of the impact could be clearly heard. Vosro opened his eyes and saw that the fox was now dead. "G-good shot." He said to Renth. Then Vosro moved to examine what remained of the fox.

Soon, she could feel the electric shocks fade from her system. She shook her body, but stayed in her maxed out height of eleven feet. This made her feel so much more powerful and one being to respect. Her mouth curled up into a cruel, snarling smile, dark, deep laughter rolling in her chest, as this demon even tried to continue the fight. The mention of her father made her tilt her head, "My dear daddy is already dead. Can't kill him again."

She watched the broken demon fall a few feet from her. She took a step forward, sat, shaking her head in a cocky manner, frills flicking this way and that, proud of herself, holding her head high. She placed one paw over the demon's body and onto the ground, so that her arm would be over him. High, yes, but a stance that showed that she defeated him.

Her glowing white eyes caught movement, and she turned her head, smile still dancing upon her lips. A strange figure. Someone of hers? No. They wouldn't approach her like that. Someone to join? Maybe. But they'd have to learn their place. The strange being's voice touched the heart of Fume! Not really. All Fume happened upon was not caring. "Civilization can be found just about anywhere. Plus, not everyone is butchered. My orders were to let those who wanted to live, to live." She sprinkled her words to sound softer, and it was a half-lie, though still truth. The condition for anyone to live was to either join her or become enslaved.

Fume's head tilted down to better see her new play toy, the demon. "Him? You want to ask him questions? Then just follow me, you can ask after I have him settled in his new home!" Her jaw was aching. It wasn't dislocated; it felt more broken. "Or you can just ask me outright." Just don't get in my way. Her eyes shimmied over the spirit-angel being, seeing a crumpled body on the floor. With sharp eyesight, she could just make out bothered, destroyed, multiple tails and some orange fur. What a shame. That was Yokio. Good thing she had the next second-hand already lined up to step up to the plate. Pyrrhos would make a great creature to fill the spot.

Fume wrapped one of her clawed paws around the demon's body, picking him up roughly, moving her arm up to place the demon upon her head. She doubted he could move right now, and if he even tried, there would be a watery hell to pay. Her eyes refocused on the being speaking with her.

(( Adell, if you had another idea to do with Irsire's unconscious body before Fume moved him, and blacksky is okay with it, pm me, and I can change this. :D ))

Ru's eyes narrowed back to their usual proportions as the dragon's silver tongue licked passed its lips. She could practically smell the manipulation dripping off this monstrosity... but... it did seem wise enough.

The dragon's claws reached out, wrapping around the little broken elf and dragging him onto its body. A shame, Ru had hoped to use it as a bargaining chip, but she was not in the mood for a fight. After long, restless days trying to hunt down a proper scholar she could feel the fatigue pressing down on her mind like a blanket. Aligning herself, indirectly or no, with this brutish creature, however sweet its tongue, struck Ru as decidedly foolhardy. For now, at least, she would have to remain here.

Still, though, this town was her best bet in solving her puzzle. It would hardly do to have this dragon destroy what little of it remained. She dipped her head slightly, thinking. A breath of time later, and she raised it again, her eyes widening ever so slightly.

"I am afraid, dragon, I will have to decline your offer." She placed the tip of the sword in the ground, resting one hand over its pommel. "For the time being, I wish to see to my own affairs... However, I will seek you out at some other date. Perhaps we can find a way to benefit one another."

This time Ru bowed in full, a deep curtsy with her right hand pivoting with the sword to one side, and the other lightly grasping the hem of her now-ruined robe.

"I take it you will be likewise taking your leave, dragon. Your wounds such as they are, I doubt those many townsfolk you attest to having survived will be pleased with your presence ire their return." Ru's own words took on much the same honeyed tones as the dragon's.

Ru retook her feet, raising her eyes and looking directly into the dragon's own. Her voice returned to its normal tones, sounding for all the world like a drawing sword.

"I imagine they will be here shortly."

Fume would bite her up if this ceramic-looking being hadn't mentioned something about benefiting from each other one day, so she held her jaws together. That could mean special tips or stealth. The strange creature definitely had some manners, so Fume could like her. Shame she wasn't joining right away.

What Ru said made Fume smile. The surviving townsfolk were her's now, even if they had run away, but from what Fume said a moment ago, the female thing probably didn't know that. She shouldn't, anyhow. She looked into the strange, dark eyes of the being as she spoke.

"I must be going anyway. We'll meet again." Fume stood up on all fours, some of her minions, or pawns, gathering around her for order. "Tend to your wounds then scout the areas, as you usually do. Some of the more stealthy, go spy on any other nearby. Report to me at noon tomorrow." Fume flicked her frills. It was past midnight, so technically they'd report to her today. "Or today."

She needed her new second-hand near her. With him being new, she had ideas for him. She wondered if he was nearby. Might as well try, "Pyrrhos!" Fume tilted her head, a thought of Nora crossing her mind. Had the phoenix survived the fray? She better have. Fume was annoyed with replacing spots. Whether or not the ifrit would hear or respond to her, Fume began walking away, altering her height to her usual nine feet. She'd be back here later, after she dropped off her delightful present being the demon she defeated.

“Wake the hell up brother,” A demonic voice spoke aggressively, smacking his claw like hand against Irsires face. He instinctively jolted forward panting like he awakened from a dream, or was he awakened inside of one. Irsire rubbed his cheek as he sat up glaring intensely at the demon, he looked similar to how Irsire did when he was transformed. The red skin, glowing red eyes, and horns reminded Irsire of himself, although this demon sounded a bit older and was a tad shorter than Irsire. “Brother… Resire…I’m I dead?” He asked, Irsire finally began to know exactly where he was. Resire didn’t answer only pulled Irsire from the ground and walked with him, Resire’s face was blank no emotion drew from him once Irsire recognized him. As they walked along the empty plane toward the black tower that sat in the middle of the darkened world, Resire spoke “No, brother you are alive very much alive you are nowhere near death. Father wishes to see you, and no our brother’s do not know of your arrival so keep walking I shall leave you and father alone.” Resire patted his younger brother on the back and smiled, his pointed white teeth showed as he faded back into the darkness.

Father, why bring me here to speak? So many other ways to contact, but why here? Irsire’s thoughts were scattered as he walked through the barron world, there were no tree’s, no sun, no signs of life just a moonlit world signifying death. He drew closer to the tower, he stopped at the average sized double doors the handles were blackened skulls and the door itself was made of the skeletal structure of some creature. It’s how his father got his kicks, skinning and removing all the meat from a creature just to use its bones as décor for his home. Irsire opened the door casually and walked inside, the room was brightly lit unusual for his father’s place, and he loved dark spaces. Random assorted furniture was scattered around the room, sofas, chairs, desks, candle sticks, tables , and night stands were all over the place arranged in a way where its randomness looked like it had a purpose. Head’s of exotic creatures lined the walls the funniest was the unicorn head that sat upon his father’s grand chair. He paced forward rubbing the back of his head making his way towards the next door. “Sit and relax boy,” a voice called out to him appearing in the chair behind Irsire. He was dressed like an elegant Englishman top hat, monocle, and tuxedo. He was nearly identical to Irsire in looks, just taller and more muscular with a deep scar running down from above his brow down to his cheek. Before Irsire could respond his father shot him with a force of dark energy knocking him to a chair, “you take too long to answer me child,” He told Irsire with a grin.

“Why did you bring me here Asire,” Irsire was calm, collected and relaxed although being around his father usually put him on edge. “I can’t have quality time with you boy. It’s been 100 years since we last spoke , your brothers are all dull to talk to they have no life stories to share,” Asire responded with a joke removing his hat and pushing his long hair to the side. Irsire laughed at his father’s crude joke “Well they are all dead father, you can’t expect them to have anything great to talk about. I thought I was dead once I woke up here father,” Irsire responded, though they spoke as if they were on the same page Asire had much more in store for his younger son. “Ah speaking of that boy, it seems like I must remind you of who you were. Sit still, it will only hurt,” Asire grinned with sadist’s smile as Irsire’s head was pressed against the chair and black energy was pressed into his skull penetrating into his mind.

Irsire awoken once more, this time in the realm of demons the world in which he grew up. A young demon knight rode past him and into the village behind him, Irsire made his way into the direction of the village. He knew exactly where his was and what Asire did to him, opening memories of Irsire’s repressed past and showing it back to him like a premiere of a new action movie. Nearing the town, only screams were heard, young woman, children and men were slaughtered demons entered the village killing everything in sight, some wielded magic and burned the town to the ground. But at the center the same demon knight that he had seen riding into the town was rested on his knees. Blood dripped down his face and in front of him another knight stood his helm removed and his tomato red face grinning in satisfaction. With a swift motion the demon knight impaled the downed one through the chest with a black blade, the downed knight’s body twitched and then he rose removing the blade from his chest going on a rampage killing everything around him. “Stop… Stop... JUST STOP,” Irsire cried out as the killing continued. Soon everyone in the village was dead, and standing at the center were the two knights and finally they crossed blades after a brief exchange of words. At the end only one knight stood, and that knight was Irsire, his face covered in the blood of his victims and his eyes were as red as that blood.

Irsire closed his eyes and reopened them, he was back to where he sat in the chair sitting across from his father. Asire was surrounded by six knights whose armor resembled Irsire’s, they remained silent as Asire spoke “ You killed 1,548 innocent people that day, demons, dark elf’s , avions and so on. That memory was your first real awakening, you were a child compared to your brothers they treated you as if you were trash. You could never fully let go, you could never fully transform and that day he decided if you were worth the name of “sire”. Oh my son you proved that and more, you proved what kind of monster you really were after all of that you killed your eldest brother. It was one hell of a fight but that day you were the bigger monster, the bigger killer and the stronger demon. You stopped the rouge knight that went on a rampage right? You earned your place as knight of the demon king right? You became a mass murder on that day and you hide it. You are more of a coward than the one who started that killing. STOP HIDING WHO YOU ARE, IRSIRE XION! YOU ARE A DEMON, A MURDER, ,A FIGHTER, AND A SURVIVOR START FUCKING ACTING LIKE ONE. The next time you come here my son, you will be dead and I’ll harvest your soul like the souls of your brothers. No excuses, I know Disire holds the other half of your soul I know every single action you make son. Awaken who you really are, or one day you will pay the price, and the second soul you have will not save you. You’ve beaten me once but I bet you couldn't even hold a blade against me,” Asire finished his rant, and stood extending his hand out to Irsire. Irsire couldn't speak his head was wrapped up in all he would need to say in retort to his father, but at the same time he didn’t want to formulate a response. He took what was necessary from Asire’s speech and embraced his father roughly, blood red tears dripping down his face “Although you were never there, I looked to you for acceptance father. I was the weakest, the shortest, and I had nothing that made me as impressive as my brothers. I worked for your attention, and when I seemed to get it you turned away and now I still cannot see what makes me better than my brothers. I will become the bigger monster, and I will bring back a head to mount on your wall father,” Asire smiled and hugged his son back lightly punching him in the back “Now my boy wake up,” his father told him as he let go , Irsire responded simply “I love you daddy dearest.” The six knights that sat behind Asire stood and saluted lifting their blades and thrusting them into the floor in front of them, placing one hand on the hilt of the sword and the other against their heart “Fa, Di , Re, La, Lu, Le,” they sung in harmony. Irsire then finished the hum “Ir, goodbye my brothers I love you all.”

His soul began to fade from that world returning to his broken body upon Fume’s back, the bloody red tears still running down his face. If Mhisty or Renth still held onto the black orbs he gave them, the experience that he had was shared with the two. If they tuned in to listen was up to them but it was there to be heard.

((OOC: If you want I can cut this into four different post's and post it like that encase it annoys any one.))

Ru decided, as some manner of bipedal balrog made his overzealous appearance, now would be a good time to make her leave. She turned, and quickly and quietly walked out of the square. No need to overstay her welcome. She managed to reach the edge of the square without attracting attention, now that the dragon and her latest pet had all eyes on them.

Once she had turned a corner and was safely out of sight, Ru leaned against a corner and sighed. A damned war. This would complicate matters. And as if that wasn't enough, that dragon was smart. Smarter than most dragons, ever, which was no small feat. At some point Ru would half to remove that particular variable, else it wreak havoc on what few plans she had that weren't already ruined.

She pushed herself to her feet and kept moving. With most of the invaders in the center of town, she aimed to distance herself. Ru hoped to find a library or other quiet place to rest and research. She scanned the street sides, slipping into a particularly scholarly-looking home.

Pressing the door closed behind her, and latching the lock with a gentle tug of her mind, Ru rubbed her temple in consternation. She was in a small foyer, which led into a slightly larger commons. A plain fireplace took up most of one wall, and another was covered in books. This was much better, she thought.

Ru stepped quickly across the room, her bare feet tapping against the hardwood floor. While hardly exhaustive, or even particularly impressive, the collection of books was a good find. They all seemed to be handcrafted, each marked with a series of symbols. Ru took one down, opening it at random and running her hands down the page. It was covered in vertical and horizontal lines and dots, no language she understood.

Ru let out a puff of consternation. Of course it would be a code. She put the book back and took out another. It bore the same series of lines and dots, with neither spaces or punctuation. She slipped it back on to the shelf, and considered her situation.

She quickly scanned the shelves for a language she recognized. One in the corner had a title in Latin. She pulled it down, quickly flipping through the pages. It was an old encyclopedia. At least it was something to read, though most of the information was outdated. She sighed again, flipping through the last few pages, and moving to return the book to its shelf. A thin, folded slip of paper fell out of the book and onto the floor.

Ru placed the book on a nearby lamp table, bending down and picking up the paper in one hand. She examined it carefully, spinning it from hand to hand. It wasn't as old as the book it was hidden in, maybe a year at most. She unfolded it, and her eyes widened at the contents. Now this... This was good.