Snippet #1211553

His Theme

“That monster, the Zaghnol. You mean to tell me you held a hand in creating it?” It was His voice that spoke. His violet eyes watched each and every movement of the one they were sitting across from. The two men sat on opposite ends of the round couch, partaking in beverages that came from crystal clear wine glasses. The room was dimly lit, only a single cylindrical light fell from the ceiling above, casting its illumination right into the open center of the couch. “What excuse could you possibly have for creating such an abomination Maverick?” His gauntlet covered palm gripped his blade tight.

“Would you listen if I told you? Zaghnol was another one of my mistakes for way back when. I’m just glad they finally took care of it…” Demetri spoke next, leaning back into the cushion of the red leather. Golden orbs locked into the gaze of the violet, casting a pair of daggers all their own. A somber look, uncommon of the man’s persona appeared briefly. “Anyways, I’m much more interested in your situation. How is it that you materialized in this Dimension? You’re supposed to be watching over Jayx’s consciousness,” The enigma paused, noticing the grimace on his counterpart’s face, “You don’t understand a word I’m saying, do you?” The man with the black and white hair shook his head and let out a deep sigh.

“No, I don’t. I can’t even remember my own name, let alone how I materialized outside of Jayxaline’s consciousness.” He looked down to his open palms; they were trembling. “When I first shed blood…I felt something stir within me—something that hadn’t been brewed in a long time.” He cinched his fists.

“You’ve noticed it then. You’re different from her other friends. Kid, Karen, Brave, Odd.” Demetri held his hand out just and inch away from his own body. “Unlike them, you have a physical form by nature—the fact that you’ve been able to regain it though, and how you regained it is beyond me.” The Gatekeeper shrugged. “We may have our Mystery Man from last night to thank for that one. As for your memories…that’s something you have to regain on your own. I believe Jayx could be the key…I could give you you’re name if you’d like.”

The man without a name shook his head, slowly heaving himself off of the couch. “No. It bothers me enough that we need you as much as we do in this endeavor. I don’t want you to name me as well.” He adjusted the orange scarf around his neck.

“Somehow, I knew you’d say that.” Demetri grinned and rose up from his own seat, fiddling with his tie out of habit. “I hope Tyler hasn’t turned them all into swiss cheese in my absence…”


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Xavier listened intently as the kid introduced himself—but only until he decided to point his gun at Aemyle. Something told him that if this one wanted to, he could have took them all out swiftly—but despite that little voice in his head that said not to, he rose up from his grounded position.

“You said you’re with Demetri…? You’re not as subtle as he is,” Xavier placed his right hand ever so lightly on ‘Tyler’s shoulder, while a blue flicker started around his left one. “At least it took me a day before I realized I didn’t like him.” His bravado was in rare form today.

At that moment, there was a flash of light from another end of the VIP deck. –Demetri.

“Everyone just calm down. Sheesh I can’t leave you all alone for long can I? Already ruining the peaceful atmosphere I worked so hard to create here…Tyler! Stand down!” Xavier pulled away from the ‘welcoming committee’ but not until he removed his gun from Aemyle’s dome.

“Demetri…” Xavier muttered.

“Demi! …and, huh? What’re ya doing with him?” Jayx ran right up to the two men, confused as to how they stood next to each other without killing one another [well, really without Him killing Demetri]. “Didja guys play a game without us or something?” Her brows knitted, eyeing the both of them suspiciously.

“Ah…eh…not exactly.” Demetri scratched his head.

“Please. Like I’d ever do anything enjoyable with an oaf like Maverick.” He scoffed, walking over to Jayx’s side.

“Hey now…that’s not very nice…” The dread-locked man winced. “Whatever. Looks like you all already got welcomed by my friend Tyler here. He works with me, just like Styx and Alistair…whom you’ve all already met. They’re around here…somewhere.” He shrugged.

“Quit beating around the bush…tell us why you’ve been toying with us? Why did you try and get us to kill each other?!” Xavier clinched his fists so tight, they began to erupt with their respective elements. This display caused the Gatekeeper to chuckle just a bit.

“Aha. Simmer down. I was getting to that,” There was an empty loveseat on the deck, which the man took for himself, but not before motioning for each of them to do the same. “The ones I met last night. Each one of you felt it didn’t you? The voice, the rush. You’re powers increased; didn’t they?” Demetri eyed each one of them with his golden gaze. “That was why I sent you all to the Coliseum, that, and one other thing.” He now had his left hand raised, one finger was already extended, while he just now began extending the second one. “The others, who just met me today. I wanted to know the full extent of your powers. And how they differed in nature to the others’.”
Xavier blinked. How did he know about the voice? Then again, he shouldn’t have been surprised: it was as if this Demetri character knew everything.

“Why did we have to fight each other though? Couldn’t have throwing us in together give the same results?” He held his arms out to the side, bewildered. The Dimensional Club Owner shook his head.

“Nah. If I would have done that, brought all of you together, none of you would have went through the emotional tension needed to increase your level of power. Catch my drift?”