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Mar'ko Euhndr

"It is difficult to understand Man's will in its deepest dept. It is an inert entity, that is to say, it cannot know itself not can it know others; It has no fear; it will not bend before others."

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a character in “Assassin's Pledge: A Demon's Journey”, as played by CherrySwirl

Description

Name:Mar'ko Euhndr(Pronounced Under)
Alias: God*Eye
Description: (From top to bottom) Mar'ko's hair is an unkempt short crop of scraggly, tightly curled hair. Although it appears near black, it's core color is a dark chocolate brown which can only be scene in particular lighting and even then it's faint and hard to spot. His skin was naturally medium cocoa, kissed by the Sun on too many occasions training under the cloudless sky, it's color had deepened becoming a few shades darker. His face is slim, chiseled and sharp. His eyes are pale and lethargic, which can be reflected in his sluggish posture, accented by his thick brushstroke-like furrowed brows. His face is often frozen in an annoyed scowl which makes him look like someone cranky from lack of sleep, that can also be suggested by the dark circles hanging under his eyes.
Tall, dark and aggressively handsome, Mar'ko's shoulders are broad and strong. From a glance he appears thin, but on closer inspection his body is solid with a strong base and plenty of muscle. When he slides his shirt off women stare and even some men can be caught staring from time time, thanks to his rare and almost exotic appearance. He has large dexterous hands that have great maneuverability, perfect for various weapon handling and hand to hand combat.
When strolling around town, he's wearing a plain black loose fitting tank top, shorts that come down just to his knees and sandals. An standard outfit for those who are used to living in desert towns. When he's on duty he has on dark green, military cargo pants, combat boots, a black glove on his trigger hand and a strip of black cloth tied on his right arm which he'll tie around his head to keep sweat out of his eyes when he's aiming. Due to his appearance he's always felt somewhat out of place. When he walks into a room all eyes are on him,but not why you'd think. Especially when he's out with his fathers, so he's learned to stare off into space and pretend that the rest of the world doesn't exist.
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Date of Birth: March 11th, 573
Birthplace: A poor village in Shaharan
Current Location/Residence: Shaharan's Capital City
Ethnicity: Ooro'l Ikai
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 159lbs
Frame/Build: Medium Muscular, but mostly Athletic build.
Hair Color: Dark brown
Hair Length: Short
Eye Color: Pale blue
Distinguishable Markings: None
Complexion: Dark circles under his eyes.
Voice Type: Tenor

Behavioral Quirks In Short, women make him nervous. He's spent most of his life surrounded by men and has never properly learned how to communicate with women. to him women are a creature he's never been able to figure out or completely understand. A woman's touch is alien to him, a tap on his shoulder from a young woman could easily immobilize him.
Political Affiliation: Monarchy
Social Class: Middle Class
Occupation: Soldier.
Religious Beliefs: Atheocrata
Father- Kirisuge Euhndr. An ex infantry Soldier.
Father- Zelric Euhndr. Alchemist/Bar Owner. Ex military.
Father- Xadrian Euhndr. Shaharan King's Guardsmen
Personality: If there were three words to describe Mar'ko they would be apathetic, passionless and restless. He's the type of guy who doesn't find too many things interesting or cares about much but the things he does care about....not even hell's army could keep him away. Vehemently rebellious, he doesn't have any aspirations in life and has nearly given up on finding one. He's slightly awkward around people, but more comfortable around men than women. He has a bottomless pit for a stomach and he doesn't get along with energetic optimists.

Strengths: Since Mar'ko was a child he's had a very special talent, some have called it a sixth sense, primal instinct, a heightened level of awareness that other's deem it hard to obtain through normal means. In close combat, using this ability he's able to predict his opponents next attack through the lightening fast observation of their body movements. Coupled with his uncanny reflexes makes him a hard target to hit with an even deadlier countrattack. Although close combat isn't his specialty. Ranged combat is what he accels at the most. He can hit his mark a mile away without a scope, his eye sight is better than most and even then he doesn't need to completely see his target in order to "feel" where they'll appear next. This method of combat suits his lazy nature better as it doesn't require too much movement, just complete focus and concentration.
Weaknesses: His biggest weakness is his lack of stamina. Though he's quick and agile Due to the reduced amount of total body movement used in range combat, he's not used to using his whole body in a fight for prolonged periods of time. Causing him to burn more energy than normal. Which makes every face to face conflict a decisive battle of which he'll have to find victory in ten minutes time or his movements will turn sluggish and even his heightened awareness, his God's Eye ability, will dull.

Equipment: -Curved Dagger(version swordbreaker- a dagger with slots edged into it''s side to catch the blade of a sword and with a hard twist of the wrist effectively snap it in two), Dragunbow( A special steel bow with bladed tips forged from damascus steel.)

Biography: In the hottest summer of 558, a unit of newly enrolled soldiers were ordered on patrol in the outskirts of the Malyian desert. Their mission was to aid the poor desert villages which were lacking major resources, such as food and water as well as defending the villages against rogue bandits. The entire unit was split into 3 teams, each team consisted of 7 team members. Kiritsuge Euhndr, a short energetic youngman of zenthro descent, was assigned to team 4. Team 4's first assignment was a destitute village in the southwest referred to as "The Ruins" by it's own inhabitants. It was in that first month that he met and fell in love with a five year old child, Mar'ko.

For as long as mar'ko could remember, he was parentless. He didn't know who his family was or the circumstances resulting in his abandonment. He had a friends, the Ruins was his home and as far as he was concerned he was the Son of the Desert! And made sure to let everyone know that. He spent his time playing in the sand with his friends, although he realized the adults weren't very fond of him. Even at that age his awareness was apparent and this unnerved a lot of the adults although it didn't keep them from looking out for him. When the soldiers arrived and Mar'ko met Kiristuge the two were like fire and ice. Mar'ko was annoyed by Kiritsuge's energetic nature and his enthusiam for life, yet when Kirisuge was off duty the two were inseperable. When it came time for Kirisuge to leave he bawled his eyes out-Kirisuge did, not Mar'ko. Mar'ko simply told him that he was embarassing himself.

A year later Kiri finished his tour and returned to the Ruins where he found the young Ooro'l Ikai boy and said to him "How about instead of being the son of the desert, you become my son?" He accepted and was whisked off to the city where he would meet the other two men he would call "Father". The other two men were Kiri's Irlean brothers, Zelric and Xadrien. When Kiri was a teenager he was adopted into the Euhndr family, but he'd already grown up with the Euhndr boys so they were already close. He would later realize why the men who he should have referred to as his uncles wanted him to call them father as well. Mar'ko was accepted into this military family with open arms and enjoyed having three fathers who wanted to be involved in every part of his life. He entered school where he excelled at exams and sports at the age of 10.

He was a great athlete, but could never stay on a team for an entire season. School and sports didn't interest him much, so they began training him for combat as a past time with Kiri as his main teacher when he turned 13. It was Kiri who taught him how to harness his God's Eye ability in combat as he had a similar skill, but Mar'ko couldn't keep up with Kiri's endless stamina. That is until Kiri fell ill 3 years after Mar'ko's training had begun. It was then that Zelric left the military to return home and take care of his brother and son and he became Mar'ko's teacher, opening a. Alchemy shop in order to make money, since Xadrian was recently inducted into the King's Guard. Zelric was such a disciplinarian that he even at one point dumped Mar'ko in the desert to survive for three weeks.

At the age of 18 Zelric encouraged Mar'ko to join the military just like the rest of the family. Mar'ko argued against it, which was normal for their relationship. The two of them were always butting heads. He had no intentions of becoming anyone's battle pawn, but Zelric signed him up anyway. Kiri reassured him "Think of it as an adventure, where you'll meet comrades and battle evil." Of course Mar'ko scoffed at his father's childish responses, but joined anyway. After an incident on his first tour where his unit encountered bandits. His skills shined and he was promoted to more elite missions.

So begins...

Mar'ko Euhndr's Story

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"I was once told a story as a child that a Demon fell in love with an Angel. The story ended with the Demon's soul becoming purified by the Angel's love and the two were able to live together as one... I know it was just a tale of fantasy, a children's bedtime story... but could such a concept truly become a reality?"




When Mar'ko pulled Linde back and away from the door, her foot left the tile she was standing on and a series of small needles shot across the hallway in front of them. Since Mar'ko had pulled her back, she was unfazed by what had happened until she realized that the two of them had jumped and fallen back. She was straddling him with her chest mere inches from his face. While she herself was not embarrassed, she realized that he very well might have been so she quickly got off of him and stood up, offering him a hand up.

"Sorry about that." She said, casually.

When he was up, she let out a sigh of relief and looked at the door.

"Okay, let's try this again and let's be a bit more careful this time." She said quietly, more to herself than to Mar'ko.

Linde stepped forward carefully, scanning the walls intently to see where the needles had come from and checking to see if there were other tiles that looked like the tile she stepped on before and she saw a brief similarity. But wanting to be sure, she turned to Mar'ko, pointing out the first tile she stepped on and another that she saw that had the same "smooth" surface that it had.

"So would you say that the second tile there is like the first, given how similar they are in texture compared to the other two?" She asked, looking back at him to get his opinion.

He had, after all, been the one to find the cellar when she only kind of stumbled through the doorway. His eye and his opinion clearly mattered because he knew what to look for where she was only guessing.

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Mar'ko's mouth opened, but it was void of any sound as he reached for the right words as Linde's breast hung above his face. They looked as if they were about to fall from her shirt and into mouth, his eyes skimmed from her collar bone and traced along the lines of her cleavage to the point where it disappeared inside her blouse. If his skin was lighter he was certain it would been scarlet red. Linde got off of him quickly, an outstretched hand was now in his face.

He regained his composure and hopped up without taking her hand. He wasn't trying to be rude, physical contact with a woman..he wasn't exactly ready for.

"Sorry about that." She said, casually.

"Umm Don't mention it. Just find the tile you stepped on and don't step on it again..." He responded staring straight ahead while he covered a sudden nosebleed with his hand.

"Okay, let's try this again and let's be a bit more careful this time." Linde sighed. Mar'ko simply nodded. Linde then pointed to the tile she stepped on as if Marking it and then another similar one. "So would you say that the second tile there is like the first, given how similar they are in texture compared to the other two?"

"I wouldn't doubt it, we should stay clear of it just to be safe. We may get more than needles this time if we do. I'll lead the way this time. Follow my footsteps exactly. Only fair that we share the danger right?" He finished before walking back towards the door. He potted a couple other tiles that were out of place and stepped over them. He gently laid his hand on the door knob, turning it slowly with his ear to the door listening for any signs of another trap about to spring.

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"I was once told a story as a child that a Demon fell in love with an Angel. The story ended with the Demon's soul becoming purified by the Angel's love and the two were able to live together as one... I know it was just a tale of fantasy, a children's bedtime story... but could such a concept truly become a reality?"




"I wouldn't doubt it, we should stay clear of it just to be safe. We may get more than needles this time if we do. I'll lead the way this time. Follow my footsteps exactly. Only fair that we share the danger right?"

Linde nodded and stayed behind Mar'ko as he stepped passed the tiles she pointed out to him. He started listening to the door and slowly turning the knob before finally opening it after a moment.

Linde had been expecting to find something interesting, given the Demon's warning, but what she saw within when the door was finally opened was beyond anything she could have imagined in her nightmares. It was a storage room, but not one of food or vegetables, not of tools or materials, but of weapons and maps. The weapons within were amazing, but she dared touch none of them. They were ancient weapons the likes of which she had never seen before. The elegance of their design and the intricacies of their construction were absolutely untouchable by almost any standard. Today's weapon smiths had nothing on whomever forged these weapons in times long forgotten.

She walked up to a sword that was hanging unsheathed on the wall, but she only observed it. Tiny trace lines along the hilt formed miraculously inspired and beautiful designs which she traced with her fingertip, being mindful to stay away from anything that even remotely looked like a button or a tripwire of any kind. She removed her finger from the hilt and moved to the blade itself, eyeing the tiny, almost invisible trace lines along the blade which slowly down the length of the blade turned into a rather unique "wing" design about halfway down. Stepping away from it, she looked at the entire design and found it quite charming at first glance. However, taking another, and much closer look, she saw very tiny serrations along the edge. They were so small it was almost unnoticeable, and she only caught it by seeing a slight inconsistency in the way the light shone off of it.

That edge, while ancient, was very, very dangerous. She examined some of the other weapons as well and found them to be of the same design. Beautiful and elegant designs with deadly serrations and other secondary capabilities like being able to become two weapons or combine to form a single and much more deadly weapon. It was almost surreal to know that such instruments of death and destruction were so close all of this time. She stepped back and looked to Mar'ko, and then she spotted a series of rolled up parchments nearby on a desk and went to take a look at them. She opened the first one she saw, and she found that it was a map with different residential locations marked on it. When she looked closely, she recognized several of them as being the homes of prominent and noble families within the capitol city of Cre' Est. She opened another map... Same story, but for the nation of Shaharan.

A few parchments later, she found something much more alarming. Rather than a map, it was a document. As she read through it... Or, tried to read through it... Her mouth dropped a bit and she called to Mar'ko over her shoulder.

"What do you make of this?" She asked.

It was written in a language she'd never seen before. She could only hope that Mar'ko would recognize it in some way. However, she had her doubts as to whether or not he would. Something told her that even the military had never encountered such a language.

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While Linde went off to inspect some of the other deadly weapons, a bundle of arrowheads sprawled across a table caught his eye. Each one forged from a different to of material. Mar'ko carefully laid one in his palm and traced the edges of it with one finger till he reached the point. He tapped the point with the end of his index finger it pricked and blood was drawn. The edges had violent curves that would hook into flesh after penetrating it making it hard to pull out. "Nice," was all he could squeeze out. He set the the arrow head back down onto the table with the rest of them and made a slow three of the room trying to take it all in. "I feel like I'm in some psycho killer's lair."

But what does him showing us all of this mean? Mar'ko balled his fist trying to come to some conclusion. The answer was in the air somewhere, he was sure of it, it just had to be figured out. Mar'ko waded across the room to a chest teeming with junk and began to dig through it.

"What do you make of this?" Linde called from across the room.

Mar'ko turned his head. She'd found a bunch of old rolled up parchments. He stood up making his way over to her. Some of them were maps. Maps of the nations. He picked up one and gave it a quick scan, quickly recognizing it as Shaharan, which made him a bit troubled. He set the map down and peered over the Zenthro woman's shoulder. What she was holding wasn't a map like the others. This one had some sort of code on it...no it was a completely different language.

"It's some sort of language. I'm fluent in a couple and I can usually pin point what language it is , but this....I've never seen this before. It's probably as old as all the other things in this room." He admitted feeling as if he'd just hit a major wall.

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"I was once told a story as a child that a Demon fell in love with an Angel. The story ended with the Demon's soul becoming purified by the Angel's love and the two were able to live together as one... I know it was just a tale of fantasy, a children's bedtime story... but could such a concept truly become a reality?"




Linde looked at the language a little bit more, but still could make absolutely nothing of it.

Then, as Linde continued to examine the room she suddenly got a cold chill down her spine. She shivered a little with avery small wisp of air escaping her lips as she regained control of herself. Slowly, Linde turned towards the door from which they'd come. Staring back at her were those same crimson red eyes glowing ominously in the dim light of the room as the Red-Eyed Demon walked inside and stood before her.

She looked at him cautiously.

"I'm afraid we still don't quite understand why you wanted us to come here." She said quietly.

The Demon looked down at her with those emotionless eyes and looked over at Mar'ko.

"You are here to see first hand what kind of weaponry and information your enemies hold. As this one could tell you, with his military background, knowing your enemy is the key to winning any battle." He said in a low voice.

The Demon looked at the table with the maps and documents, taking the one Linde had shown Mar'ko with the strange language, and his eyes scanned it from top to bottom. Linde came forward, her curiosity getting the better of her as she looked around his shoulder.

"You can read this?" She asked.

The Demon only nodded.

This is Hrasx'caim, the ancient language of the Assassins. It is a language that has been lost to all but a handful of individuals, all of whom are high ranking Assassins such as myself or the five Grandmasters." He said.

Linde blinked.

"Five?" She asked.

He looked over his shoulder.

"Yes... There are five Grandmasters that govern the organization of Te'i Sai. One Grandmaster for every nation."

Linde was quite astonished to hear the Demon revealing this kind of information to her. She inched a bit closer, looking passed his shoulder and into his eyes as they locked onto hers. She stared into them for a moment, and beneath the soullessness of their crimson sheen she could see the remnants of a tortured and... lonely individual. She wasn't sure if this was real or if she was just seeing things, but she could have sworn that for an instant the Demon let down his guard and that she had seen what he did not want her to see. She kept quiet about it, but never the less continued to push the limits as to what the Demon was willing to speak about.

"What else can you tell us about this place? Is it a place that Te'i Sai uses?" She asked.

The Demon only shook his head, a silent "no" in response to her question.

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Mar'ko was confused for a moment, but then it all became clear to him. His enemy was his friend in a sense. It was a conclusion that came to the forefront of his brain, despite the amount of effort he put forth to contain it. The enemy he expected to have, the one he hoped for was his friend...or rather he was his enemies pawn. "I knew it." He said under his breathe. His voice became more assertive as his stance became just as solid as his rage. "You want us to fight a war don't you? In any war the purpose is the same. His anger for a moment replaced his common reason. For some reason he thought he was going to be a hero. He thought he was going to save the world from more ensuing chaos. It was a fantasy that went up in a puff of smoke.

Flashes from the fire that tore through the Villa streets and terrorized the townspeople danced through his head. In a instant his bow was unsheathed and an readied steel arrow was staring the demon in the face. "Let's get straight to the point. I want to know why. Whats your grudge with Te'i Sai? Why did you pick us? What are you expecting us to? What are your reasons for any of this?" It was clear to Mar'ko that this demon....knew things about them....they were chosen for a reason. "Who and what are you? Give me answers...swift answers or I'll plunge this arrow straight though your right eye socket and walk away from this like I was never here."

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"I was once told a story as a child that a Demon fell in love with an Angel. The story ended with the Demon's soul becoming purified by the Angel's love and the two were able to live together as one... I know it was just a tale of fantasy, a children's bedtime story... but could such a concept truly become a reality?"




"Who and what are you? Give me answers...swift answers or I'll plunge this arrow straight though your right eye socket and walk away from this like I was never here." Mar'ko said.

Linde could not believe what she was hearing, nor what she was seeing. Mar'ko was now trying to threaten the Demon, who remarkably didn't seem to care. The Demon's eyes were just as cold and empty as always, without a single hint of fear or anger. However, there was something brewing within those eyes that told her there was more than the calmness being outwardly displayed.

The Demon turned towards Mar'ko, and a small smile spread on his lips.

"You have made a very poor decision Mar'ko." He said in a low voice.

Faster than Linde could even blink, the Demon had lunged forward and snapped the bow Mar'ko was holding just above where the arrow sat. The recoil force snapped the strings that held the bow taught and whipped them back as they struck Mar'ko's chest and shoulder as the Demon continued his attack and pushed Mar'ko's arms out of the way and smashed his chest with an open palm strike. Mar'ko flew back several feet into the wall and hit hard, splintering the wall behind him from the impact before falling to the ground. The Demon stood over him, preparing to stomp Mar'ko's head into the ground when Linde ran up and grabbed the Demon's arm.

"No!" She yelled, pulling on the Demon, yielding little effect.

The Demon only looked at her, still pressing down with mild and uncomfortable pressure on Mar'ko's head.

"If you intend to use us for some sort of greater purpose as Mar'ko claims, then you can't kill him. I'll be of no use to you by myself... Let him go, and we'll work this out." She pleaded.

The Demon regarded her with a cold stare, but lifted his foot from Mar'ko's head and backed away a step to allow the archer to get to his feet. He kept a hard glare on Mar'ko, but otherwise left him be for the moment as he looked at Linde expectantly.

"I would much like to know who and what you are as well. Your abilities do not disappoint... I couldn't even see you move until it was too late. Just what are you?" She asked.

The Demon regarded her for a moment before speaking.

"I am exactly what you see before you; I am human." He said calmly.

He looked towards Mar'ko.

"In regards to what I'm expecting you to do, the answer to that is quite simple. I do not expect you to do anything beyond what you wish to do." He said as he turned his back to them both and walked towards the door.

He looked over his shoulder at Mar'ko.

"You asked me why I 'picked' you, and the answer is: I didn't. You both asked me in the street what had happened, and I provided you with a map which led you to answers because I have already memorized the locations of each mark on it. It is useless to me now, so giving it away is no large concern. This armory is one of many used to supply an enemy to the continent of Cre' Est known as Roda Ah K'mht, a rival Assassin organization from across the seas. It is they who attacked this Villa and it is they who started a war against Te'i Sai for control of this continent." He said, glancing over at Linde.

Linde looked back at him, then to Mar'ko, then back to the Demon.

"... So what do we do now?" She asked.

The Demon turned away from her.

"I would advise that you burn that map and never seek me out again. I will destroy this armory once you leave, and I will continue to hunt Roda Ah K'mht wherever they dare to show their faces." He said.

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Mar'ko could only se a liquid flurry of colors and stars as his eyes fought to refocus on the room and people around him. He steadily got to his feet as his muscles and limbs regained their feelings. It was amazing. Mar'ko barely caught a glimpse of the Demon's movement before impact. He was disoriented, but he began to realize that he was barely in any pain. Each of the demon's hits were strategic and finely executed to the point were he wouldn't have enough time to react, but he would still be intact. The only thing that was really in any pain was his pride.

"I am exactly what you see before you; I am human." The Demon said calmly.

"No mere human can do that." Mar'ko squeezed out standing to his full height with a new flame of interest in his eyes. He wiped his mouth were a bead of blood had blossomed.

"You asked me why I 'picked' you, and the answer is: I didn't. You both asked me in the street what had happened, and I provided you with a map which led you to answers because I have already memorized the locations of each mark on it. It is useless to me now, so giving it away is no large concern. This armory is one of many used to supply an enemy to the continent of Cre' Est known as Roda Ah K'mht, a rival Assassin organization from across the seas. It is they who attacked this Villa and it is they who started a war against Te'i Sai for control of this continent."


Only a couple of his questions were answered. Could anyone provide any of this information on a mere whim? And if he hadn't chosen us, then why would he appear right before in the villa streets...out in the open. This man obviously didn't have much to fear, but to an assassin stealth is everything. There was an angle in all this Mar'ko couldn't yet see and because of that he was skeptical and distrusting of the surreal man that stood before him. Despite these conclusions, his instincts told him trust him. For now at least.

There was enough trouble brewing in the air.

"... So what do we do now?" Linde asked.

"I would advise that you burn that map and never seek me out again. I will destroy this armory once you leave, and I will continue to hunt Roda Ah K'mht wherever they dare to show their faces." He said.

"If Roda Ah K'mht and the other assassins are anything like you. I'm not sure how we'd stand a chance." The Archer said plainely, while reanalyzing what was in the armory and trying to figure out what to take with him. it was a ritual of his before starting any task that would seem too big to handle: Looking at a situation with severe Logic while preparing to carry out anyway.

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"I was once told a story as a child that a Demon fell in love with an Angel. The story ended with the Demon's soul becoming purified by the Angel's love and the two were able to live together as one... I know it was just a tale of fantasy, a children's bedtime story... but could such a concept truly become a reality?"




"If Roda Ah K'mht and the other assassins are anything like you. I'm not sure how we'd stand a chance." Mar'ko said.

Linde looked to him for a moment and nodded her head.

"Mar'ko mentioned that no normal human could move as you did. I am familiar with how quickly seasoned warriors can move, but what you displayed was beyond that. How is it that you can do these things?" She asked.

The Demon took in a deep and audible breath before speaking, turning his head slightly to look back at the pair behind him.

"How I do what I do is not important. It is the fact that what I'm doing falls within normal human capacity. I simply do it more efficiently than you do." He said, turning a bit more to face them.

"And as for standing a chance against Te'i Sai and Roda Ah K'mht... You don't. Neither of you, despite your skills, could hold your own against even the lowest level of Assassins from either organization."

"Then help us stand a chance!" She pleaded, taking a step towards him.

Her motion earned her a sharp glare from the Demon, and she promptly took a step back to give him his distance.

"I don't know what it is that gives you your strength, and I'm not asking you to share it with us. All I'm asking for is that you provide us with a way to at least strike back. If you are human, then so are they and that means that they must have weaknesses." She said, hoping to at least get a response from him.

... The Demon remained silent, staring at her as an almost invisible chain reaction began to take place within his eyes. The wheels were turning, but for what reason?

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"I don't know what it is that gives you your strength, and I'm not asking you to share it with us. All I'm asking for is that you provide us with a way to at least strike back. If you are human, then so are they and that means that they must have weaknesses."

Mar'ko couldn't have said it better himself. The demon seemed to be full of responses that wouldn't reveal his own secrets. The secret behind his own appearingly inhuman stregnth would perhaps be his biggest weakness, but inquiring into what his enemies weaknesses were was a commendable tactic that Mar'ko mentally applauded Linde for. She was craftier than he may have given her credit for, but another look into her eyes told a different story. Her brown orbs were wide and pleading, trying to reach out to the demon's own red orbs acted as an impenetrable wall instead of a window. Looking at the two of them reminded him of those novels about love stories he'd pick up then quickly discard.

It was making his stomach turn and even though he hated to admit it she was having an effect on the Demon. Something she said had begun something. Mar'ko could feel the wheels in the man's head grinding to a start. The Archer stopped what he was doing and turned to hear his words.

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"I was once told a story as a child that a Demon fell in love with an Angel. The story ended with the Demon's soul becoming purified by the Angel's love and the two were able to live together as one... I know it was just a tale of fantasy, a children's bedtime story... but could such a concept truly become a reality?"




The Demon looked at Linde, then to Mar'ko, and then back to Linde. Something was definitely going on inside his head, but what exactly it was Linde could only imagine being able to understand. As a doctor, she'd seen his kind (mentally speaking) before, and they were enigmas unto themselves. People like the Red-Eyed Demon were often thought to be geniuses. Wheels always turning. Minds always thinking fifteen steps ahead. Every possibility flashing before their eyes in mere instants. She was eager to hear what he had to say in response to her plea, but she waited patiently as his mind came to an obvious conclusion.

The Demon looked over at Mar'ko for a moment, but directed his first question at Linde.

"What is your exact combat experience, Linde?" He asked, his eyes sliding back to her.

She looked at him for a moment, and then looked away as she struggled to find the right words to use to answer him.

"Well... I have fought off and defeated a few meager gangs back in the capitol city of Cre' Est. They were all pretty small time though, and I wouldn't consider it combat so much as a glorified spanking." She said, looking up at him.

The Demon nodded, and then looked to Mar'ko.

"And yours?" He asked.

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Linde was a woman who was constantly surprising him. A doctor who was brave enough to take on gangs unless she was lying to appear tougher than she actually was.

"And yours?"

The way he said yours felt like venom to Mar'ko's ears. The archer frowned holding the demon's gaze with his own pale blue eyes. "I'v been a soldier for fourteen months and twenty eight days. I'm officially level 5 in combat," The next words came out slowly and somewhat begrudgingly. "Only a handful of people have ever landed a hit on and that's because I make sure they can't get close enough to touch me." His eyes faltered a bit as he stole a glance from his damascus bow which lay on the ground still snapped in two halves. "My range combat is on a whole nother par. I can hit my mark from at least half a mile a way. My troop was originally assigned two archers before I joined and soon after I was assigned they realized they only needed me."

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Mar'ko jumped to Linde's side wrapping both hands around the dagger pinning the woman's hands beneath it in an attempt to liberate her. He yanked on it-hard, his biceps flexing with his effort until Linde was freed. Tears rolled down her eyes, so Mar'ko shot the demon a harsh glare. What kind of man does that to a woman? He was appalled.

"That dagger is made of a metal known as Orichalcum. That dagger weighs seventy five pounds, and its sister weighs the same amount. I do not feel the weight of these daggers, and neither would any Assassin from Roda Ah K'mht. But, if you've noticed, these daggers are not the only things made out of Orichalcum in this room right now."

Mar'ko's anger was nearly wiped away by the facts of this interesting material called Orichalcum and it's users. Now, that it was being pointed out he had noticed a bundle of weapons n the room made with what seemed to be a similar material. And the Demon was able to wear a full suit of armor of it and move around like it was nothing?! The surprises kept coming and coming, but they were shocking him less and less as he realized that everything he'd ever considered in the realms of possible and impossible were being broken by the presence of one abnormal man.

"In order to even stand the slightest chance of survival against Roda Ah K'mht, you will both need access to the secret of the Assassins power." The demon said as he handed them another map and instructed them to meet him at another location the following day.

"You will need to protect her as you move forward Mar'ko. Linde may have combat capability, but it's weak compared to your own. The closer you get to that mark on the map, the more danger you will encounter. Be at that location when the sun rises, otherwise you'll never receive the key to being able to fight back against Roda Ah K'mht without perishing." Mar'ko eyed the demon as his response and watched him exit.

Linde did the same as he turned to grab a bundle of items he'd collected in a white sack and followed them both out. Once outside the ground beneath his feet shook and the building they had just exited erupted in flames , he could feel the heating radiating on the back of his neck. It was warm, yet it gave him chills.

The key to the Assassin's power
The very idea made his blood pump with fire. Is this real? Would it be enough?
He didn't know for sure, but it was a start.

Linde handed him the map and he examined it. "After you?"

Mar'ko was about to place his hand on hers, but stopped short of making contact returning his free hand to his side. The demon had embarrassed both of them. He showed them how weak they both were. The purple sky began to brighten with shades of blue as the moon was chased away by the rays of the rising Sun's light. The night was over. It was finally morning. So, much time had passed by and it all felt like a blur.

He offered her a smirk. "Let's do this." Mar'ko said leading her away from the burning building and down the street to a dangerous path.

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"I was once told a story as a child that a Demon fell in love with an Angel. The story ended with the Demon's soul becoming purified by the Angel's love and the two were able to live together as one... I know it was just a tale of fantasy, a children's bedtime story... but could such a concept truly become a reality?"




"Let's do this." Mar'ko said with a smirk.

Linde smiled at him and followed as he led the way out of the city towards their destination. The sun was already beginning to rise as they began their trek towards the Demon's marked location, and they both realized that they had to hurry along or miss their opportunity. The Demon had said be there "when the sun rises" or else they'd miss their chance. The two of them began a run to reach the destination faster, and as the Demon promised the closer they got the more danger they saw or encountered.

At first it was mild, just being a few predatory animals in the forest area once they were about a mile away from the city, but then things began to get more intense. What were once just a small handful of predatory beasts turned into much larger and more dangerous predatory animals, or at least very territorial ones. One such example that almost charged the two of them as they jogged through the forest was a Northwoods Bear, a nasty creature standing about nine feet tall when on its hind legs and about five feet at the shoulder when on all fours. It was a very aggressive predator, and it drove the two of them away very quickly when they accidentally ventured too close. Another creature which actively attacked them and had to be killed via their combined efforts was a Black Tiger, a massive predatory cat species over twelve feet long from nose to tail. During its initial attack the creature managed to separate them and get in between them which prevented them from attacking together.

Linde and Mar'ko had great difficulty bringing it down, as the creature was much larger and heavier than either of them and resisted many of their attempts to strike it down. Even the blades that they carried yielded little affect against its thick muscular structure, but a critical strike from Mar'ko finally brought it down. The two of them continued on immediately despite their winded state, but again it seemed nature had other plans for them. As they came within about one mile of their destination, they ran across a herd of Northwoods Stags. While normally passive, the Stags, being the males of the species, were highly territorial. The two of them were forced to take a longer route around so as not to disturb or spark an attack or aggressive response, and as a result they lost some time. They made it back soon though, but once again the world seemed to conspire against them. Not more than a few hundred meters from the marked zone they encountered a gang of bandits who were prowling the area. Normally it wouldn't be a problem, but in their winded and exhausted states the bandits put up quite a fight. Linde sustained a few rather frustrating wounds, one of them being having her left breast grabbed and squeezed incredibly hard before the one responsible was dealt with.

Being a woman had its clear disadvantages as most men knew that if you needed to restrain a woman, grabbing and pulling on her hair or grabbing her breasts were great ways to immobilize her while inflicting a fairly good amount of pain. Linde's chest throbbed as she and Mar'ko made their way to the marked point, and they found it to be at the foot of a mountain whose face was nearly a perfect 90 degree angle straight up. There would be absolutely no way to scale the mountain as it was almost entirely smooth without any place for footing and it was far too tall to use a grappling hook of any kind no matter how strong you were to throw it. The two of them waited for about ten minutes, and then began to look around to see if perhaps they had mistaken the location. However, Mar'ko's double check of the map confirmed they were correct, and so they sat down to wait. Quietly, they waited for about ten more minutes before the Demon finally showed himself.

When he did, it was not as Linde was expecting. Despite the fact that his outfit was black, she could see clearly that it was covered in blood. A few drops of red liquid dripped from the sleeves on his arms, but from what she could see as a doctor none of the blood was his own. Had he encountered bandits or wild beasts as well and been forced to tangle with them? Had he encountered those Roda Ah K'mht Assassins he warned them about? She had no answer to his bloodied state, but somehow found herself glad that the blood was not his own. Why she cared? Even she didn't know. Something about the Demon, despite his previous behavior and words, provided her with a strange sense of trust and respect. Perhaps she was just sentimental, being a doctor and having it in her nature to care about everyone.

The Demon came forward and spoke at last.

"I see the two of you had your fair share of trouble as well." He remarked.

Linde looked at Mar'ko for a moment, and then back to the Demon.

"So what happened to you?" She asked.

The Demon looked at her, but said nothing. Instead, he looked back to Mar'ko.

"Before anything else, I must confirm your dedication to this path you have chosen. The enemies you have set your sights on are by far the most dangerous you've ever encountered, and more so than you will likely ever encounter again at any point in your life. If you have any doubts about this intended course, speak now." He said.

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A seemingly mocking grin spread across Marko's face. It was "I've never felt more alive in my life. You want confirmation?" He tossed the pieces of a wooden bow that was snapped intow two pieces like a twig at the Demon's feet. His palms were bloody with splinters and scracthes. "I'd gladly trek my way through this forest again. Face those bandits, those beast..alone if I have to. My father taught me that my word is my bond. Mean what I say or say nothing at all. This is what I want, this will be my purpose." His eyes were locked on the demon.

Despite his speech, his body told a different story. He looked ready to collapse on the spot. "One sec...I think I need to take a seat..." He slid down to the grass and sat with his back on a tree. "Don't mind me. Carry on."

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"I was once told a story as a child that a Demon fell in love with an Angel. The story ended with the Demon's soul becoming purified by the Angel's love and the two were able to live together as one... I know it was just a tale of fantasy, a children's bedtime story... but could such a concept truly become a reality?"




After Mar'ko's speech, the Demon regarded him with something akin to a smirk. Linde was amazed, and she didn't know if she was more surprised about the fact that the Demon was smiling or the fact that there seemed to be a tiny hint of respect in his eyes for the archer.

The Demon then looked to Linde, then back to Mar'ko again. He reached into a small pocket on his jacket and brought out two vials of small clear blue liquid. Not a moment later, he tossed the vials to both Linde and Mar'ko, and as Linde caught the vial she could swear that the vial, the vial, was giving off an aura of power. It was the strangest thing she'd ever felt before. Just holding the vial felt like she was holding an exotic weapon or something like an explosive. It was so surreal, but it was also quite frightening.

"That vial contains the secret to the Assassin's power. It's known as the Heaven's Tears, and it is a concoction developed over centuries to both unlock and cultivate the absolute maximum physical potential of the one who partakes of it."

Linde looked at the Demon, and then to the vial. Her face screamed of her skepticism, and she looked back to the Demon as she let out a small sigh.

"This tiny vial can do all that? Just taking it can give us strength like yours?" She asked.

The Demon shook his head.

"Not like mine. My body's adaptation to the effects of the Heaven's Tears was considered a one time freak occurrence. Throughout all of Te'i Sai's history, not a single Assassin has ever been able to achieve physical capabilities comparable to mine."

Linde's face contorted into something of a pout.

"Then why give it to us at all if we can't compare to you?" She asked.

The Demon regarded her with a rather cold look.

"Attaining strength like mine isn't the point Linde. Providing you with the means to fight back against your enemy is. Not every Assassin from Te'i Sai and Roda Ah K'mht is privileged enough to partake of this concoction. In fact, over eighty five percent of them never do. They rely on the reputation and the horrible stories told of those who have partaken of it to spread enough fear that their work becomes easier. However, even without the Heaven's Tears they are a force to be reckoned with and are beyond the ability of most warriors today to fight. But if you partake of the Heaven's Tears, the average Assassins who never touched it will be no match for you." He said.

Linde looked back to the vial, slightly more convinced that it was worth it, but she had one last question.

"So... What about those which have partaken of it? Can we defeat them?" She asked.

The Demon shook his head.

"Those Assassins who have partaken of it have a lifetime of exposure to the concoction. This single vial is only enough to sustain the effect for approximately one month's time before you must partake of it again. I will provide you with the means to do so as time goes on, but for now this will be all you need to hold your own. But be warned: Taking this liquid will enable you to sense those who have partaken of its effects, and if you can sense the Heaven's Tears in another you have only two options. One is to run. The other is to leave them to me." He said.

Linde blinked.

"So that means that you'll be with us then?" She asked.

The Demon gave a half hearted shrug.

"I will accompany you on your quest from time to time, but I do not expect to see you beyond the time it takes to deliver the next dose of the Heaven's Tears. From here on out, it will be up to you to figure out your enemy's movements and coordinate your attacks against them." He responded.

Linde nodded, looking to Mar'ko to see if he had anything to ask the Demon.

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Mar'ko held the vial before him as the demon spoke, contemplating his words, while Linde was asking away. She was full of questions and so was the young Archer. "I have a few questions, regardless of what your answers may be I intend on drinking the Heaven's Tear, but I still believe it's important to know...if there will be any negative side effects from consuming it. There must be some, it's too good to be true even if you are living proof of it's power. You also seem to be an exception. What would happen to us regular human beings?"

Mar'ko paused for a moment with his eyes closed and the vial of Heaven's tear held in his fist with one hand and rubbing his head with the other one. He tried to wait for the demon to respond first, but questions kept rolling out from his mouth like vomit. "You also said that after consuming the Heaven's Tear we would be able to detect the other assassins, but if that is the truth then wouldn't they be able to detect us as well? And in such a case we'd lose the element of surprise, which would be the only thing that could give us an edge over defeating them if they are truly as deadly as you say they are. What I'm trying to get to is...they must have a weakness. Could you show us or atleast tell us the best method of defeating them?" He didn't mean to sound as if he doubted the Demon's words. He was unsure of the Demon's intentions, but undeniably he felt that everything the demon had told them was true.

He had also intended on bringing them more Vials of the concotion that could make them almost god-like and had even said that he would fight along side them. It made sense didn't it? They had the same enemy, didn't they? The Archer's eyes opened once more. He was ready to absorb the Demon's answer. He prayed that he wouldn't give him some vague riddle.

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"I was once told a story as a child that a Demon fell in love with an Angel. The story ended with the Demon's soul becoming purified by the Angel's love and the two were able to live together as one... I know it was just a tale of fantasy, a children's bedtime story... but could such a concept truly become a reality?"




The Demon looked at Mar'ko as he spoke, and once he had finished, the Demon took a breath.

"Your ability to sense their presence will be limited to a distance of approximately six meters. If you see them first and close the gap before they can detect your presence, you may yet have a chance to surprise them. However, I will restate this warning: Do not engage those whom you can sense in combat as they have a lifetime of exposure and have fully unlocked and cultivated their abilities."

The Demon stepped towards Mar'ko.

"You will only glimpse the beginning of your potential with this first vial, and it will be less than one fiftieth of your maximum capabilities. Should you be foolish enough to engage your enemies whom have also drunk this sacred liquid, you will die."

He took a step away, glancing at Linde to see if she had any questions, but she remained silent.

"In regards to the negative side effects, there will be many." He said, looking back to Mar'ko.

"I have trained myself to perfectly judge an opponent's combat capabilities at a glance, and I can tell that you, Mar'ko, have a fairly high pain tolerance for one your age and size. However, whatever pain tolerance you think you have will be meaningless once this vial has been consumed in its entirety, and I mean every single drop."

Again he looked to Linde to make sure she was paying attention.

"Once that has taken place, your bodies will begin changing inside. First, you will experience nothing for approximately fifteen minutes. Once that time has expired, you will slowly become nauseous because the chemical reactions in the brain are undergoing changes in preparation to begin the process of negating your neurochemical restrictions on your body's musculature. Nausea will very likely be followed by the feeling of having to empty your stomach, but you must resist that to the best of your ability. If you allow yourself to vomit, you will lose the Heaven's Tears to the earth beneath your feet."

He looked back to Mar'ko, pointing to the archer's head.

"Following that sickening feeling in your stomach will come migraines the likes of which you've never experienced before. Your head will feel like it's literally being pried apart millimeter by millimeter as the chemical changes in your brain slowly begin to come to their ultimate peak. Once they are finished, which takes about ten agonizing minutes, you will again be overcome by nausea and your muscles will begin to ache. At first, the aches in your muscles will be a welcome relief from the pain in your skull, but given about three minutes time the musculature of your body will burn and begin to spasm as they are flooded with the new neurochemical signals released by the brain. You will likely feel like you have been overtaken by some external force, but this is normal. Should none of this overwhelm your mind, the pain subsides after approximately ten more minutes."

He looked to Linde, and then to Mar'ko once more.

"Those are the side effects, but there is one other effect that I must warn you about." He said, taking out a third vial of the liquid and holding it up to show them.

"The Heaven's Tears are known to react negatively to specific types of mental stimuli. Should your mind at any time during the initial process be exposed to emotions such as anger, sadness, joy, or regret, the pain will increase dramatically which will inevitably lead to a neurological shut down which will result in your death. When you ingest this liquid, you must empty your mind of all outside thoughts and emotions. Become still and release your mind from this world and allow the Heaven's Tears to work for you rather than against you. Should the pain trigger emotions within you, it will only get worse. The more you feel, the more you will suffer until you perish under the weight of your own emotions." He warned.

The Demon put the third vial away behind his back and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"If you have no more questions, then drink of the Heaven's Tears and await your fate. If this succeeds, you will know the beginnings of power you never dreamed possible within yourself. If it fails, you will die." He said, taking a seat cross legged while keeping his eyes on both of them.

Linde looked to Mar'ko, and at first she released a sigh almost as if she was about to turn it away. But given a moment to gather her resolve, Linde's face relaxed and she lost all emotion as the Demon had instructed. Her eyes became glassy and devoid of life. Her posture was relaxed and she uncapped the vial as she brought it to her lips and began to drink. Drop by drop, the contents of the vial were ingested and when the last drop had reached her tongue, she dropped the vial and sat down. She crossed her legs and set her hands in her lap, meditating until the time when the Demon promised the side effects would begin.

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Though Mar'ko remained straight faced on the inside he cringed at every word that came from the Demon's mouth as he told them of the pain they will endure from consuming it. The thing about being reborn anew is that you have to die first. Is what it seemed like to him. His body would change, but first it had to go through great pain. He knew there would be some side effects, but so many? Even natural thoughts and emotions while ingesting the liquid would put his life in peril. He was beginning to feel anxious. At a very young age he had a very stablished sense of awareness compared to the other children he grew up. Forgetting himself would prove very difficult.

"If you have no more questions, then drink of the Heaven's Tears and await your fate. If this succeeds, you will know the beginnings of power you never dreamed possible within yourself. If it fails, you will die." The demon said, taking a seat cross legged while keeping his eyes on both of them.

He began to open his mouth to ask another question, until he heard Linde sigh. Mar'ko thought she was about to back out, until she shocked him by downing the entire vial like she was at some tavern. She then sat down putting herself into a medatative state. He wanted to laugh, but he wasn't about to be outshone. If he had any doubts about ingesting the Heaven's tear they'd been wiped away now. He moved to a couple a feet from where Linde sat and faced her then poured the concotion down his throat. Like her's the shine in his eyes disappeared, they became flat and devoid of life as he began the procedure of relaxing his muscles. Throwing away his emotions, he imagined the night sky. His body was exhausted after going so long without any rest. the Archer he could feel his mind preparing him for slumber, but he staved off the weary feeling. He wanted to put his brain to sleep as well as his body, but stay awake keeping his soul in a sort of inbetween state.

Mar'ko inhaled one large breath then exhaled. And his consciousness sunk into nothing.