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Asrai Xylion

"Tch. Get out of my face."

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a character in “Child of Light”, as played by Bliss

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"Let's settle this with fists."



♦ Name : Asrai Xylion Image

♦ Role : Child of War

♦ Sexuality : Heterosexual

♦ Gender : Female

♦ Height : 5'7"

♦ Eye Color :
Asrai's eye's are a mixture of brilliant shades of red and pink with rings of brown at the edges. They have a fierce glow to them that makes many wonder who she really is.

♦ Hair Color :
It's not everyday that you see someone with such an outstanding, vibrant colored head of hair. Asrai's hair matches her eyes already emitting a vibe that she is something special.

♦ Appears to be :
Eighteen years old.

♦ Face Claim :
Myron Alexius (Magi)




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♦ Power :
Even without Morrighan's sword, Asrai has a surplus of strength and endurance. Her arms and legs are very strong. She is also very fast, which proves deadly in the battlefield. Her mind is extremely sharp and her senses are heightened. She can usually tell if she's being watched or not and whether or not a person is to be trusted judging by their body language. With just her fists she can punch through a stone wall without breaking a sweat. Her incredible amount of strength is to be expected from Morrighan's child. With Morrighan's sword in hand, Asrai can summon a stronger set of armor for a short period of time and attack combined with the energy attacks. By directing her own energy into the sword, it empowers it, making it able to release energy strikes. However, how strong the attacks are depends on how strong she actually is. Morrighan's sword can also cut through any steel or metal. Asrai never used swords or weapons before, so the whole sword fighting thing is pretty new to her. She's rather clumsy with it and Morrighan's sword is extremely heavy, nonetheless. Only she has the strength to wield it. At her touch, the sword ripples with light patterns on a blue, green and purple spectrum. The light sizzles around the sword and anyone will recognize it and Asrai's status. The sword is described in legends and became myth over time. Many are shocked by its appearance. With the sword, she is able to send commands to the mind's of her loyal followers which gives her ability to command many armies at once.




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♦ Personality :
Asrai is a rather serious person. She usually has a grim look on her face. It's safe to say she hardly has a sense of humor either. She's very rambunctious and acts accordingly to her own will, no one else's. For the most part she likes to keep to herself, although she gets rather violent at times and struggles to keep control. Aside from her somber demeanor, she is rather curious. Growing up in the slums has been hard on her life. She never had many friends and constantly spewed lies just to survive. She never had many luxuries, so when she does see something out of the ordinary you'll find her to be in awe. It's a rather cute, girly side to her. In the slums, she took it upon herself to defend the other children of the slums and make sure everyone was fed. Her mother deceased shortly after giving birth so her father raised her. Though when she turned thirteen her father suddenly vanished, never to be seen again. It was a devastating blow for Asrai, but those sort of things just happened in the slums of her city. She turned to a life of thievery, stealing fruit from caravans and shop stands in the busy streets. She would pick pocket people and as she grew older she began to display an increasing amount of strength for some reason. It wasn't like she was being well fed or anything like that. Anyone that picked a fight with her fair or dirty, she easily kicked their ass. Her fists and legs were described to be like iron every hit. Even she was bewildered by her own strength, but quickly learned to take advantage. Due to her shady lifestyle, she learned to blend, to act, and has told many lies. She never felt proud of these things, though she lived for the moments where she could see her friends eating whole meals with lit up faces.

The other children throughout the slums marveled at Asrai. They worshiped her even. Without her they wouldn't have food in their bellies at all and a quarter of them would have been dead already if it weren't for her interventions. It was as though she was their leader, and Asrai held that responsibility with pride. Though little did she know was that she was always destined to be a leader, to show courage. That there was strength within her she could not possibly fathom. Asrai had many opportunities to leave the city. She could have lived on her own in the wilds, where everything would be easier. But she could never abandon the few friends she held dear in the slums that she grew up with. Asrai, however, always lacked a sense of fulfillment. She craved more from the world and always dreamed of leaving the city. She wanted to feel more challenged. However, when Al Necromis came, she was indeed challenged and if anything, powerless to stop them. All the adults and elderly of the slums were brutally murdered before her eyes and the area went up in flames as the children screamed and were whisked away by the militia. For once, Asrai felt fear and shock as she hid away, having no choice but to escape herself. After finding out who she really is from Morrighan, a rage batters her heart giving her the determination to become strong and never allow Al Necromis to hurt anyone ever again. Sometimes her rage is her downfall, many will mistaken her rage for dislike. It is her own darkness that she struggles with that proves troublesome throughout her journey. It is something she must conquer.

♦ Appearance :
Asrai is a tall young woman, standing no taller than 5'7". She has a muscular posture and very firm skin beneath her clothing. Initially, Asrai is from the slums, only being seen in tattered clothing with stains. Though as her journey progresses, she eventually chooses to wear gold plated armor that tightly fits around her burly physique. She also has a unique face. Her eyes are narrowed and her eyebrows thick and slightly arched. Her eyelashes black, voluminous and lengthy, adding a beautiful shape to her eyes. She almost looks like a flame through the night that you can spot from miles away due to her abnormal appearance. This sometimes plays or does not play to her advantage, but she makes do. Her skin is like porcelain with a slight peach color to it. Perhaps what stands out the most is the strange piercing she has on her chin where a metal stud hangs. Not many have seen it before. Her strong physique and proud posture amazes many, giving a sense of security but also some unease. There is a ferocity and stern undertone to her facial features and right away you can tell she is... unique. Overall she looks very strong.






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♦ Likes :
+ Spaghetti: She's never really had such a thing before. The sauce is delicious!
+ Dancing: Such an act is intriguing for her, not to mention liberating.
+ Traveling: Aside from her mission, she never realized how much there is to see out there!
+ Animals: Believe it or not, Asrai has a soft spot for furry creatures.

♦ Dislikes :
+ Al Necromis: She despises these wicked men. She will never forgive them for what they have done.
+ Insects: Oh yes, the brave and mighty Asrai can't stand to look at these little critters.
+ Snobby people: Anyone who acts condescending towards others just because they have it better makes Asrai furious.
+ Hunger: Since Asrai group up with hunger, if she sees anyone suffering she will most likely stop in her tracks to help them.


♦ Strengths :
+ Body strength: Asrai has above average human body strength. She was naturally built for war. If need be, Asrai is perfectly capable of fighting with hand to hand combat. She has quick reflexes and great endurance. Even she feels puzzled at times by her abilities.
+ Fortitude: Asrai has a strong mind. In the past it's been proven extremely difficult to break her. She is always able to overcome adversity, danger and difficult times. When everyone is discouraged and their minds waiver, Asrai will step up her game making sure they survive. Fear does not shut her down, it wakes her up. She will guide everyone into the light and will not easily succumb to darkness.
+ Bravery: In the most dire of situations, Asrai will not back down without a fight. She displays a surplus of bravery and courage. Asrai would rather sacrifice herself by taking a risk rather than her dearest of friends. Especially the other Children.


♦ Weaknesses :
+ Suffering: If she sees suffering around her and made to believe that it is her fault, you can guarantee her defeat. She cannot stand seeing others cry, let alone at her own hand. Something about the less fortunate always manages to get to her head and make her lose herself.
+ Easily manipulated: Although Asrai does not so easily succumb to darkness, with enough attempts in darkness you can find your way into her mind. In the beginning of her journey, tell her something and she will most likely believe you.
+ Presumptuous: She has so much self confidence that sometimes it is her downfall. It can get her into a lot of trouble. At times, Asrai believes she can do anything and will go past her own limits. She doesn't always know when to stop.

♦ Fears :
+ Darkness: Quite a disadvantage in the fights to come, but Asrai fears the darkest depths of her mind. Being shrouded in darkness scares her even more and makes her feel too exposed.
+ Loss: Asrai has already lost too much. She'll be damned if she loses even more. Especially the other two Children who she has come to love and adore.
+ Failure: More than anything, Asrai refuses to let those depending on her down. She fears losing the battle between the Children and Serith. She would never be able to show her face again if she fails the world.
+ Her own rage: Never allowing herself to lean on anyone for comfort, in battle Asrai finds herself in a sort of frenzy. She can't stop fighting, the rage, releasing it, it all feels too good. She fears one day her rage will consume her in battle and she'll take more lives than she needs to.




♦ Relationships :

Hiyoko || Asrai finds herself to adore Hiyoko and her innocence. She feels almost motherly and overprotective of her, especially with the dark days to come. Aware that Hiyoko dislikes violence, Asrai really makes an effort not to fight or hurt anyone around Hiyoko. The child warms her heart.

Nero || For the first time in Asrai's life, she finds herself being able to rely on Nero. She holds a lot of respect for him, maybe even feels somewhat of an attraction to his character. He is like a mentor to her, teaching her how to properly use a sword and control her pent up feelings. At first she feels irritated and distance from Nero, but eventually finds him to be an irreplaceable friend.

Tayaneela || When Asrai was a child, once she had met this mysterious woman. Aisha showed her kindness and played with her. Though their encounter was short, Asrai admired her. However, she seemed to have forgotten about her until their second encounter all these years later.

Krein || Asrai appreciates the man's devotion to Hiyoko and the Goddess of Light. He occasionally gives her some tips on how to wield her sword.

Yoshitane || She distrusts this shady character. Asrai knows his loyalty can simply be bought with gold, making him unreliable.

Ryu || She values this knight as a dear friend and ally. He is the brother of Hiyoko and a friend to Nero. For that alone, she respects him.

So begins...

Asrai Xylion's Story

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"Let's settle this with fists."




BOOM! Was that a blast? The paved stone ground began to vibrate. In the distance, you could hear something impacting with the solid ground. There was screaming coming from the city plaza. Men, women and children alike all came running in the opposite direction of the blast. Their faces were fearful and some stumbled as they ran. It was enough to alarm Asrai Xylion. Asrai quickly rose from a stacked pile of concrete. Her brilliant colored hair waved back and forth while a slight breeze rushed by. Her eyes were narrowed in the direction of the explosion. She wore tattered clothing that was stained with patches of faded cloth that stood out from the colorless garment. Her friends that were hanging around the area also glanced in the same direction as she. Each of them concerned with whatever was going on. Suddenly, a little boy came running and shouting Asrai's name. She immediately hopped down from the pile of concrete to meet the child. He was thin and bony, his face gaunt. Visible signs of hunger.

"Milo," she softly spoke. "What's going on?"

The young boy stared at her wide eyed; unable to catch his breath. "In the plaza-" he gasped in between words. "An attack... Men in black..."

Everyone whispered amongst themselves as Asrai absorbed this information. Was it a military attack? Were they raiding homes for taxes? Maybe it was the beginning of a war between kingdoms. Such a war was way overdue. People were still running past all of them, continuously screaming and shouting. However, Asrai and her friends had nowhere to run. After all, they were from the slums. They had no home. Asrai clenched her fists and turned to the others. Even though they were all afraid, Asrai appeared to be fearless. She stood out from the crowd now more than ever.

"Everyone! We must-" she was suddenly interrupted by another explosion. Except this one was only a few yards away from her and the others. For a brief moment, Asrai, many people, items and rubble included were flung into the air from the explosive force. As Asrai regained her focus, she turned to see a few of her friends laying on the ground. Limbs blown off and heads decapitated. But to Asrai's horror was a creature standing before them, holding one of her companions by the hair a few feet above the ground. Her friend squirmed and cried, shouting her name for help. Asrai stared in bewilderment. This creature it... it was not human! It had an awful appearance. Two horns extruded from it's scalp with red beady eyes that contained no pupils. They glowed even in the daylight and it was as though smoke escaped it's nostrils. The creature had a snout and sharp, carnivorous teeth. It's arms were wide with muscle and for hands it had claws. It's legs were like that of a wolf's and it was as though it was grinning directly at her.

People ran past it screeching, trying not to look back, trying not to stop. Asrai felt frozen in place, unable to look away from this foul beast. Behind it were flames and more creatures similar in appearance. There were men too, but it was as though they had no life in them. Their faces were pale, very pale, almost appearing gray. Their eyes were vacant and they walked like zombies towards them while killing anyone in their way. Then, a terrifying woman who held a resemblance of a human but also that of a devil appeared beside the creature that was holding her friend. She had a purple complexion and lots of jewelry hanging around her neck and earlobes accompanied by a pair of wings on her back. The woman yawned as if bored, but then slapped the creature holding her friend. The creature dropped her friend almost instantly, snarling at the woman.

"Exel! How many times do I have to tell you we're not killing any babies today!" the woman spat with distaste.

She then turned back towards Asrai and the others as though she were examining them all. It was then that her demonic eyes locked with Asrai's for a long moment. The woman grinned, exposing a set of sharp, hungry teeth.

"That one, Exel. Get that one," she ordered pointing a long, razor-sharp fingernail in Asrai's direction.

Asrai's heart dropped. Suddenly she felt very fearful, knowing she could not protect the others from this let alone herself. The creature stepped forward walking straight towards her. This thing was at least three times her size. Her friends had already fled the scene, and she did not hesitate to follow. The woman wanted her. Was it her hair that made her stand out? In the past it's done just that. Her heart raced and she thought she would suffocate from the anxiety. She turned then ran, faster than she ever had before. Faster than most folk as she zipped past them in seconds. The creature pursued her. She heard it's lound, clunky steps behind her. This made Asrai start to run even faster. When she turned to see how close the pursuer was, she noticed it was running on all fours after her. Sweat was pouring down her face and the creature suddenly lunged at her. She screamed while tumbling over. It missed! Quickly, she darted off towards the side before the creature could even turn back around towards her. She kept on running, never looking back. Eventually she found a narrow stretch in between two buildings that was shadowed and dark. She squeezed into it glaring around for anyone else coming. Her chest was rapidly rising and collapsing with each heavy breath. In fact, she was somewhat wheezing from the run. She noticed she was near the city plaza where rubble was scattered and children were being gathered by more strange creatures. She noticed these creatures closely resembled demons from pictures she's seen in books or paintings in the past. She was bewildered, terrified and uncertain of her fate. A gloom hung over her as she began to think her death was near.



[ OOC || Using Demon General Eucliffe as an NPC for the couple of posts. Will introduce Serith next post. ]

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"Let's settle this with fists."



Asrai quivered with fright as she saw the demon known as Exel prowl in the open trying to sniff her out. Though her attention was continuously thwarted by the shrill screams of children emitting from the plaza. A drop of sweat rushed down from her brow, splatting on her cheek. Never in a million years could she have dreamed of such a sight. Demons were only things of legend, nothing more but folklore and horror stories to stir up the children. They were not supposed to be real. Asrai was clinging to the wall as she continued to hide in the shadows of this crevice. Things were getting intense, and that demon woman suddenly made an appearance.

"I don't understand how you loose a girl with a head full of bright hair like that! You're absolutely useless Exel." the woman spat before a grim smile broke out onto her face. Her carnivorous teeth revealed themselves and her bat-like wings stretched behind her. It made Asrai's stomach churn. Suddenly, the woman's claws extended and she pierced through the demon Exel's chest letting out a horrifying scream. The blood splattered all over the place and including over the woman who now laughed maniacally. There was excitement in her eyes as her claw retracted to it's normal length. Asrai gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. She was praying to survive, praying to escape this bloodshed madness. The demon woman continued on walking, leaving Asrai behind who then sighed with relief. It was then that something strange happened. A mysterious light ignited in the middle of the air, hovering over the ground. It steadily became brighter until it blinded Asrai and she had to look away. Once the light subsided, Asrai whirled her head around to see a mysterious sword floating before her. Energy rippled throughout the blade and occasionally would whip the air around it then quickly dissipate back into the sword. Mesmerized, Asrai slowly reached for it. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. She grabbed it by the hilt and suddenly the world around her turned completely white. There was no ground, no walls, no life, just herself and a strange ball of light hovering up ahead.

Asrai's arms fell limp at her side, still gripping the sword. The ball of light quickly changed shape and soon the most beautiful woman she had ever seen appeared before her. Black wings sprouted from her spine and had a span of about twenty feet each. Her feathers were gorgeous, a few fluttered towards her in a light breeze, gently brushing past her face. Asrai was gaping at this marvelous woman who's skin was like porcelain and emitted it's own glow. Her facial features were intense, serious yet gentle. Asrai found herself falling to her knees rendered speechless.

"Stand up, my child," the woman's voice beckoned. Her voice thundered through the deafening silence and Asrai immediately did as she asked.

"W-Who are you?" Asrai asked astonished.

"We do not have much time, my beautiful daughter, Asrai. I am the Goddess of War, Morrighan, and you are my descendant," Morrighan bellowed. She stood tall and mighty, her eyes piercing right through Asrai who now had a perplexed look on her face. "You are in grave danger, Child. Darkness is lurking in the shadows and spreading like plague. Serith, the God of Darkness seeks to kill you and your two siblings. You must fight them at once. In three days time the Eclipse will come and that is when you must meet your siblings. Go the tops of Sacred Mountain, Eleora's light will guide you. Protect the Child of Light, Asrai. Find Hiyoko and Nero. Everything will be explained in three days time. You carry my sword, it will protect you in your perilous journey to come. You must escape at once Asrai, you must leave this city and find Sacred Mountain. Now go, there is not much time to spare."

Before Asrai could even respond, the white background faded and she was back in her reality. Morrighan's sword was still in her possession. She stood there for a moment, trying to reassure herself she was not dreaming. Gripping the sword tightly, she ran out into the open in the opposite direction of the plaza. Asrai knew the City of Shimore like the back of her hand, and so she ran trying to determine what would be the safest exit.

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"Let's settle this with fists."



Asrai quickly waved and dashed through the masses of dead bodies, limbs, demons and seemingly soulless men. The sword was still in her grasp but little did she know was that many would recognize it. The nearest city exit was in sight now, she was so close! But then another large demon got in her way looking rabid. It walked on all fours but would stand whenever it stopped. A low growl rumbled from it's belly and Asrai initially felt frozen, forgetting she had a sword in hand. The demon leaped, it's claws speeding downwards towards her when she lifted her forearms to cover her face. That was when the sword began to glow, emitting a strange light and as the demon struck it was as though a shield was around her quickly repelling. She was bewildered by the sword's power. Did I do that? she had pondered. Glancing back at the creature, her stomach was churning but she felt determined to escape. Contact with the sword was making the demon writhe in place crying out with ferocious roars. Asrai took the opportunity to dart for the exit, and sure enough she finally made it.

Even though she escaped, she did not stop running for some time. Fear made sure of that. The land was dry and barren with visible cracks in the sediment. Occasionally you'd see some patches of brush or thin bushes rising out of the somewhat fertile soils. Many rocks piled on top of each other and sometimes the land would extrude from the flat ground and hovered over another area of flat ground. About a half hour's time had passed and Asrai now found herself in the middle of nowhere. She had no idea where she was. To her benefit, she found a small cave with plenty of shade and made her way in there allowing herself to finally rest. The sun was beating down on the landscape and the air was stifling. There were no signs of any water source which began to concern Asrai. However, her main priority was to first catch her breath. She rested Morrighan's sword beside her, feeling her bones ache and she fell onto her back with arms and legs extended. Exhaustion tugged at her eyes and her breath was finally returning to a normal rhythm. Her head was starting to clear again and finally she found herself thinking about all the events that had just transpired.

Morrighan said to find my way to Sacred Mountain. I've never even heard of it. Which way do I go? There's no one here... Asrai propped herself up onto her elbows, observing her surroundings. It was as they said, there were very few cities, towns or villages out here in the Ulemma Kingdom. She had no idea what she was to do at this point. Instead, her eyes darted to the sword and she traced her finger tips along it's intricate blade. She felt the sword's energy pulse through the sword. It really was beautiful, but she had no idea how to even use a sword. Morrighan had told her Eleora's light would guide her, but she had no idea what that meant either. Everything happened so suddenly. Finally feeling calm, she wrapped her arms around her knees and drew them in close to her chest. That was when the tears finally streamed down her cheeks as she recalled the violent images that were now ingrained in her mind. No matter how much she tried not to think of her poor friends limbs being torn off or eaten alive, stabbed, captured, tortured, it began to eat away at her. She found herself shouting as she sobbed. The situation was overwhelming. The little bit that she did have was now lost and now she was assigned some quest she was not even certain she could accomplish. Once she could not cry any more she sat in silence, the thoughts crawling away. She shut her eyes and began to pray for some sort of sign as to what she should do. It was the only solution she could think of for trying to find Eleora's light.

However, her peace would not last long. In the distance she heard men and women cheering, beasts exclaiming and when she peered outside of the cave they were marching. They were such a dark bunch. Asrai felt her heart sink to her stomach when she saw that demon woman once again. The woman was laughing maniacally, her wings stretching from her back. Behind this demon army were now enslaved children, some wounded, others crying, and others just complying with these evil demons in hopes to stay alive.

"Don't worry Eucliffe, one of them is bound to be revealed in our grasps. We will crush those disgusting Children! All in the name of Serith!" a smaller demon was exclaiming at the demon woman, holding a broadsword in hand.

"Oh?" Eucliffe sneered before frowning distastefully. "That one girl got away though. The odd one. That stupid Exel, he could never do manage to do anything."

"Well, milady, we've tracked the girl to be somewhere out here. Her scent is strong in this area." the smaller demon replied rather proudly.

Asrai froze. Tracked? They were following her! If only she knew how to use this stupid sword. She did not even know how to hold it properly. But she could not leave behind these chained children. It was her fault, her existence that caused this! Surely there was some way she could save them and still escape in one piece.

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Character Portrait: Nero Munashii Character Portrait: Hiyoko Ookami Character Portrait: Asrai Xylion Character Portrait: Lucien Character Portrait: Ryu Ookami Character Portrait: Lord Serith Character Portrait: Solus quae placitum

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“Trash that doesn’t even know it’s trash deserves to fall into the abyss."




Distaste flickered in Serith's beady red irises at Lucien's sarcastic remark. Another scowl had planted itself on his face for a long moment with a dangerous look in his eye. Though shortly after he smiled as though nothing had bothered him at all. The doors then fluttered open and in came Solus, a man of a gentle demeanor and what many would say a trustworthy appearance. In fact, it was his oddly soft and gentle vibes he emitted that made him such a useful ally. Serith continued to smile, as if he was pleased with his two underlings. A rather dangerous and touchy state of mind in which the militia knew all too well of. He did not react to Solus's apologies, he only continued to eerily stare as Solus took his place beside him.

"Have I missed anything important in my absence or are things going as predicted?" Solus had questioned. Serith then directed his gaze to the orb that floated before them. He observed the two, measuring their capabilities to determine which would be a better match for each child. He had intentionally planned to go after the Child of Light himself, but after analyzing Solus it was much more strategic to have him go after the child.

"The Child of Light," Serith broke the silence while taking the time to stare at each of them at eye level. "Her name is Hiyoko. She travels just outside of this small village by the ocean waters. You are to pursue her Solus. It should be simple enough for a man of your caliber. As for the Child of War, her name is Asrai. The thing is in a fragile state of mind as of now. I'm certain you can handle at least that, Lucien dre Millfeore."

Serith growled his orders at the two, while again mocking Lucien by speaking his full name. He was feeling irked and somewhat impatient. His eyes then rested on Solus, the disgust in his stare never wavering for either of them. Somehow, he was doubting their capabilities seeing as he viewed them both to be arrogant. Then his face fell extremely soft, almost insecure looking and like a nervous man. His red irises turned to a murky shade of black indicating he had reverted to his deceptive mortal form. "As for I, I will go after Agnar's child, Nero."

His wispy dark garments materialized into white and black threaded clothing and he looked like he could pass for an ordinary man. He would follow Nero and his companion, Ryu. No one could read information from the translucent orb like he could, it revealed names to him as well as their faces. With a rather bored yawn, he had one last bit of information to share with the two.

"You two are to learn of who they are and what they are capable of. Discourage their abilities in any possible way. Unravel their minds and expose their insecurities if need be. Get close then betray, do as you wish. We are to delay them in their learning until they discover us. I imagine they will be on a sort of quest, you see. Oh my fellow peers amongst the Heavens have directed them somewhere in three days time," Serith spoke very nonchalantly. Though he ended his sentence with a mischievous grin indicating he was not revealing all the information he had. The two necromancers would be surprised in their findings, and Serith certainly looked forward to their struggle.

Without further ado, he turned his back to them and made a slight gesture in the air where a floating line of darkness broke through the air. It expanded rapidly and moved in a clockwise motion. It was his signature portal. The only other two men known to use this were the necromancers before him. Thanks to his 'gift' to them that is. He imagined he'd only need to use this once for the day as it did consume quite a bit of energy to create and direct to specific locations. Though for Serith, although he felt his effort, it appeared as though he hardly used any energy. Before stepping inside, he waved his hand in the air as though to say goodbye.

"Oh, and by the way," he spoke in a dull tone. "Do not disappoint me."

He then snickered as he stepped inside the dark void. Everything around him turned into a black miasma as his body drifted through the rippling energy. After about a minute, his figure stepped out of the other side of the shadows into a wide open field that was about a mile away from Juhull City. Smoke floated high into the atmosphere directly from the crumbling city. Even from here he could still here the screams and cries of the city's people. Serith simply grinned as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Now it was a matter of finding that child Nero. He couldn't have made it too far from the city. Whistling, Serith turned towards the opposite direction of the city taking in his surroundings. It had been ages since he set foot outside of his fortress. His bones ached for excitement, which was now moments away from beginning. His expression fell worrisome and weary once more, as though he were lost out here in the wilds. Perhaps he would pretend he also escaped the city. There were just so many games to play.

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Lucien did not bother himself with looking at the other necromancer. The statement directed at him was simply answered by him with his usual effortless manner as it could be described. "Good that you know you are just a tool." To Solus it may have appeared as a jest but to him, his words always had a double-edge meaning to it. He ended it at that and allowed the Dark God to say what he seems to be so keen on about telling them, the necromancers. He knew it would be about the children and further concluded that they will be told of what to do. That idea of being at the beck and call of another really irks him, but there is a contract that binds him. As long as that exists, he would begrudgingly do what he is intended for, but, it doesn't mean he would not do as he pleased during the entire process.

His thought was then put on hold as Serith began to speak. The Child of Light who goes by the name of Hiyoko will be dealt with by Solus. For him, it would be the Child of War, Asrai. How exciting, but it was not at all. The outright calling of his name by Serith indicated of mockery, but it was no longer of consequence to him. It never was. The name he had taken on that day was to be a reminder and instead of irritation, he is constantly put into his sense of reason. But, the one thing that does irritate him in all was the fact what the Dark God stated afterwards.

Killing? He could do. Baby-sitting? He could not. That was technically what Serith had told them to do. He would need to gain the trust of this Asrai and in return thwart the girl's improvement and knowledge of her true purpose. Frankly speaking, he could do the meddling and interference as a clearly identified enemy from the shadows. He would not need to go through the entire debacle of trickery or to persistently hold himself off from executing the child who has yet to reach her true potential. He was a patient man, but he was never the kind to dawdle when things can get done now, given the opportunity. But in the end, this was not his plan, nor is his game to play. Let the Dark God do his deed, he will tolerate it for now.

Serith soon left through the portal to go after the Child of Destiny with his cloak of a mortal man. But not without a few parting words of not to disappoint him. That is very typical. In any case, Lucien would have preferred for a subordinate of him to do all of the work while he simply stay to read a book. It was more productive in his opinion. But, there was not much of a choice as he moved across his study, which is right, this was his room in every sense, but he had guests he truly did not want to do anything with by the end of the day. He stood at the center and from the powers bestowed and harnessed by him. A portal of similar fashion to Serith's was created. "Solus, go and be a good tool, do not leave anything for me to clean up." He stated in a deadpan tone as those eyes of black never once looked at his fellow necromancer. Instead, he entered the portal without another word.

As the dark energies wrapped around him like a second skin, Lucien allowed himself a reprieve within its cradle. It shifted him with such delicacy as if he was the only thing precious in the thick black. But soon, that sensation drifted into nothingness as a huge ornate door appeared before him which was also the same for the demon army lead by Eucliffe, though it was elevated from the ground with its only connection were the marble stairs. It slowly opened as he stepped forward. The atmosphere suddenly dropped into a chilling temperature as a mist of coldness surrounded the area where the door appeared. He walked down the said staircase while his appearance was now covered by a slate gray cloak. His face was left to anyone's imagination, but his right eye could be seen at closer inspection. It held a silver light dancing across its black iris. It did not hold any life but echoed a certain mystery and silence yet to be unraveled.

"Eucliffe." His voice was not loud but, it rang across the area like none other. It was clear and decisive without anything excessive. But, it was enough to determine if the presence this figure exuded could not be obvious enough for the demons to recognize who was before them. "Report." That is right. It was none other than one of the infamous Necromancers of Serith which the confirmed existence is only through tales and stories meant to be just fantasy, but that is not true at all, they truly exist and him being here only speaks of one thing. Chaos and Death will surely follow.

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Asrai's heart was racing, though her mind remained sharp and clear as she carefully observed the demons stirring about. They seemed to lack intelligence but were easily raged. Dangerous nonetheless. In an effort to keep herself calm, she kept taking deep breaths as she tried to devise a plan. The demons were bickering and complaining, Eucliffe was agitated and displeased. As for the enslaved children, they remained silent and defeated. It made Asrai's blood boil. She was not entirely sure she believed what the Goddess Morrighan had told her was true, but if it was then surely she could do something. It was then that an ominous chill filled the air. A dark slit in the air made itself visible which quickly expanded, taking the shape of a set of double doors and a marble stairwell.

The demon general, Eucliffe fell frozen stiff as did the other demons. Her unease was glued to her expression and she quickly turned to the doors, obviously knowing what would follow. The doors creaked open, followed by a gathered darkness and soon after, the most sinister man Asrai had ever laid eyes on. His body was wrapped in a gray cloak and his face was rather handsome. To Asrai, while the man's appearance was frightening, it was also one of the most beautiful face's she had ever seen. In fact, she found herself slightly mesmerized and infatuated the more she watched him.

"Eucliffe." the mysterious man stated. It was odd; He did not even yell yet his voice rang throughout the vicinity and rattled them all. "Report."

Eucliffe was hesitant, her demeanor had completely changed. However, she had knelt before the cloaked man with an apologetic expression. The other demons followed her lead and also knelt before this strange character. Who was this man? Eucliffe then rose her gaze to the sinister man's as her body grew steadily tense. Her wings no longer stretched their full span and cowered inwards instead.

"Milord," Eucliffe began while clearing her throat. "We secured the city but have yet to find the Child of War."

Nervously, her eyes darted towards the enslaved children. None of the other demons even dared to look upwards from the ground. "We captured these children but none have been revealed. There was one girl earlier..." Eucliffe paused, carefully choosing her words for she was uncertain of how her superior would react to the news. "She had fiery bright hair. She escaped, but we've been tracking her all the way out here. My men tell me she's near."

Asrai felt herself snap back into reality upon hearing Eucliffe's words. If she remained in this cave, surely she would be found. If only she could hide her hair somehow. Deciding she had to sneak around the walls of the cave, she carefully picked up her sword so as to not make any noise. She held it upright behind her back for extending it would leave her too exposed. No one was currently looking her way, or at least she hoped. Silently, she tip toed around the wall she had been leaning against and carefully crept toward the edge. So far so good. She crept a few inches more before being able to shield herself behind the tail of the cave. At least she could run now if she had to. Most likely, she should have ran but the enslaved children kept her grounded. She would rescue them and escape somehow. But this man made her worry, he was certainly unlike the others. He looked human so he could not possibly be a demon or so Asrai thought. Perhaps she could throw a rock and distract them all then make her way to the children. Then she could cut their chains, but she would not have much time. Judging by the looks of it, that plan seemed feeble and with the new addition to the party it felt nearly impossible. There had to be some other way. For now she would continue to watch in utter silence, hoping to learn more of this shady character.

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By now, the demons under his reign and commandment should know that Lucien does not like loose ends or more specifically disappointments in regards to his given orders. He always expects that his words are followed to the letter and the results must be achieved. It is true that the identity of the Morrighan's child is now known to him, but this information is not revealed to his subordinates. Reason demands him to show leniency at this point, but his preference to remind these demons that failure no matter what kind is not acceptable to him, whatever the given scenario could be. "Is that so." His tone did not held any sort of emotion nor it showed any kind of agitation, but there was no doubt about the cold tinge that would bring unsavory chills of fear to anybody.

He finally reached the bottom and within seconds, the ground beneath Eucliffe glowed and an archaic circular of various symbols and ancient writing appeared. It was illuminated with a dark but brilliant red light as chains came out of this circle and quickly wrapped around Eucliffe's body without mercy. It effectively captured and pinned her to the ground helplessly and agonizingly as the said chains burned her skin with such sweet slowness. "For your and their sake, you men should be right." It was enough to startle the demons in instant realization and their seemingly wild mannerisms quickly tamed by fear which caused by the Black Necromancer's displeasure. His words surged through the lesser demons as they begin the search of the girl that escaped their clutches, not for Demon General, but for their own existence.

The chains tightened even further as they burned its way through Eucliffe's skin. Lucien was not going to relinquish his hold as long as that girl is not captured and presented to him. In addition, he does like seeing the pained expression of the demoness. His vision then drifted towards the captured children who were basically worthless to him. A gloved hand was revealed from the gray cloak which shrouded his appearance to anyone's eyes. It was time to erase trash in this world as what the Dark God would often depict and suggest. A ball of concentrated dark energy formed in front of that hand positioned to the location of prisoners. "Blame Morrighan." That is all he had stated as the crackling black ball from his raised hand dispersed beams of dark energy towards the captured children with a decisive demise.

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But the beams which should have eradicated the children into nothingness were diverted from their intended targets as they instead hit the nearby patch of trees which caused a deafening and blinding series of explosions. The rubble and dust blurred anyone's eyesight for the moment but once it settled, the trees were no more and the ground now presented various craters of frightening depth and size. But, it was not that which took Lucien's attention but the presence of another who stood defiantly before him and his demonic subordinates. "I won't allow you to do as you pleased." This was spoken with strength and a fierce determination "Not when I'm around." This was all said by a young man with straight black hair and eyes so golden like the sun itself while showing his fierce resolve. From anyone's eyes, this newcomer was a stranger with a beautiful face and judging by his physique he is not a warrior type. But from what was seen, he must be the one responsible for diverting the attack which Lucien had launched. This meant that there was more to him which made some of the demons apprehensive.

Lucien remained still in his position and it was hard to determine if he was agitated or even bothered by the presence of this unknown man. "Eucliffe." The chains which wrapped around her eased and vanished. She was finally released. "Kill him. Kill them all." He said in a monotone voice but, it was clear to the demons that he demanded the accomplishment of his orders. The stranger narrowed his eyes as he prepared for the attack but not without sparing the children behind him with a few words of comfort. "Don't worry. I won't let them hurt any of you." He looked over his shoulder and gave them a comforting smile before facing the demons that are obviously hell-bent on killing him. Well, he can't die yet and not by their hands as well. "This will end here." He stated as translucent orbs suddenly appeared around him. He then launched it at the nearest demons that attacked him which effectively burned through them while the others suffered instant freezing of their body parts upon collision.

But, he could not cover every point by himself. He delivered another shot towards a group of demons intending to slaughter the children in which he left an opening for an attack to himself which he noticed too late as an attack was launched towards him. He did not have enough time to counter it as he waited for the blow to come.

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"Is that so." Eucliffe gulped at her Lord Lucien's response. All she could hope was that she came out of this alive. As he came down the last step of the stairwell a circle of red light with ancient writing and symbols began to surround her which made her stomach turn upside down. Suddenly chains extruded from the dark magic circle and wrapped themselves excruciatingly tight around her entire body. A horrified scream escaped her lips as she cried out for mercy and felt her body crumble beneath the chain's overpowering force. They were burning her skin, embedding themselves into her and she writhed on the dry earth unable to stop herself from screaming in pain.

Still hidden, Asrai watched in absolute horror at the turn of events. The demon woman, Eucliffe was her enemy and yet she even felt some sort of remorse for the woman. However, Asrai mostly feared for her own life at the moment. Then, to her dismay she saw the ruthless man turned towards the children with a lifted hand while saying, "Blame Morrighan."

Energy formed at his palm with a blaring sound and within seconds it diffused straight for the children. Asrai stumbled back, feeling as though she was going to throw up. I-I failed... She felt guilt stricken, traumatized even. She lost grip of her sword as it fell at her side and slightly clanked on the ground. Hopefully no one had heard. Then to her bewilderment, the attack had been diverted. Another man appeared before the ruthless killer. He stood tall with irises that looked like the sun. He had a much different demeanor than the killer, and he appeared to be a foe to the demons. The mysterious man turned toward the children and spoke words of comfort, "Don't worry. I won't let them hurt any of you. This will end here."

The ruthless man released the demon Eucliffe who gasped for air as she finally struggled free. Her body was charred with marks of the chains. Raw skin was revealed where she had been burned and in some places blood trickled out of her skin. The woman quickly got to her feet breathing heavily. The dark man had ordered the demons to kill the intruder and innocent children. Eucliffe extended her arm and claws where similar red light gathered and a black polearm appeared. Her wings stretched wide though they were also terribly wounded from the chains.

The demons had lunged for the golden eyed man while others aimed for the children. The man would not have such a thing occur. As the demons attacked his person, he summoned orbs and struck burning through most of the demons and freezing others. He then launched another orb at the group of demons who were about to attack the children. The children screamed and covered their heads but they were saved just in the very nick of time. Eucliffe saw an opening and lunged for the golden eyed man, thrusting her dark polearm in a horizontal motion with the blade aiming for his backside. However, Eucliffe's attack was repelled by another blade that coursed with energy that sparked upon collision. There she was, eye to eye with the demon in front of this small army, in front of this ruthless killer who apparently was actively searching for her, with her sword in hand in attempt to defend the golden eyed man who rescued the children. Asrai's teeth were gritted, her skin stained with charcoal and dirt as she held Morrighan's sword with both hands to deflect Eucliffe's attack. Their weapons slid across each other, with Asrai's sword moving upwards and Eucliffe's downward.

Eucliffe instantly jumped a few feet back, baring her teeth and cursing under her breath. Asrai had no idea what she was even doing, but something told her to defend this man who was able to protect what she could not. She gripped her sword with both hands at the hilt and extended it before her in a defensive stance. However, her footing was clumsy and she awkwardly held the sword. It was evident she did not even know how to use it. However, the sword rippled with light violently. Asrai wasn't exactly sure why as it was not doing this before. Though she took a guess it had something to do with the man she was defending. She gawked at Eucliffe with fear and courage. This very well could mean her demise. But a rage was settling itself in the pits of Asrai's stomach and it felt as though her blood was boiling. Asrai was angry, very angry. Disgusted even. Enough was enough.

"You want me? You have me!" she spat daringly. Though she was not confident in herself let alone her own words. Her brows were furrowed and although her mind was clouded with doubt she stood tall and valiant. Her own appearance was something in of itself. Eucliffe sensed something in the girl that she had not felt before. Hesitantly she stood there trying to calculate her next move. Things were becoming complicated. She could not fail Lucien again. The girl was not as much of a threat as the other mysterious figure, but she could prove to be a nuisance at this rate. As it was, half of her men were already slain at the hands of that intruder.

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The blow never came and the cause was a woman with blazing red hair. It was blocked by her and bluntly speaking, it was hard not to notice her appearance because of her unusual hair color. His attention was taken briefly away from the fight as he took note of the girl's appearance and more of the sword she held. It rippled with a violent light. There was no doubt on his mind that this girl was not your typical civilian. There was something more and from what he could understand from her claim of these demons wanting her, this whole incursion was to find her, probably because of that magical sword she held. If that was so, his purpose at this moment is quite clear. He now knows what to do.

He could observe that she was not yet used in swordplay as her movements are more of a child playing sword for the first time. "Hey, you!" He wasn't aware what her name is so, that kind of greeting would suffice for now. "Get to the children." He said as he went in front of her. His eyes locked on to the form of the demoness, but what he was really wary of was the cloaked man observing the whole debacle with an eerie silence. The attack which he had managed to deflect earlier showed its mark on the palm of his hands, they were now overly scorched, but they were burned nonetheless. This implied that he did use quite an effort to stop the attack. "I can't allow them to have you if what you're saying is true."

Various translucent orbs surrounded the remaining army of demons along with Eucliffe and the cloaked man. His eyes were shining with determination. "Listen, you and everyone must live." He murmured under his breath but he was certain that the red-haired woman could hear him. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine we just have to make sure everyone is safe." He spared her a glance as it held gentleness before quickly returning his attention to the opponents before them. "You. You're the one they call the Death Dealer, The Black Necromancer." His words were not really a question. It was more of a statement where there was no room for doubts.

Lucien's seen eye narrowed at this tone. He was already displeased with the order from Serith to babysit the children specifically, the girl who now appeared before him, waving Morrighan's sword like it was toothpick. It was further increased when Eucliffe and her men failed to accomplish his words to a tee and now this uninvited stranger tries to be a Good Samaritan which he is blatantly disgusted about. Why is he surrounded at this very moment of incompetent people? In any case, he did not provide the golden-eyed man with any answer or affirming gesture. He remained placid and quiet not even bothered by the translucent orbs surrounding him and his subordinates. "I will never forgive you. I promised. I'll make you pay!"

After declaring that, the orbs began to warp and then exploded in unison creating a series of explosions which rattled the demonic army. It also provided a cloud of debris and smoke as this explosive orbs power were quite formidable though not as strong as Lucien's attack which was enough to create craters of gaping size and depth. Once the cloud of dusts settled and the damage could be assessed in which another half of the demon horde were blown to bits, brutally injured, unconscious, and disoriented. But as for the prisoners, along with the Child of War, they were nowhere in sight and that alone was enough reason for the remaining demons to cower in fear. All that remained was the mysterious man with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. But, it could be said that he was weary probably from using his power consecutively.

This is because of Lucien who was not quite pleased with the scene presented before him. He was unaffected and untouched by the explosion. Instead, he released a chilling pressure which depicted his power level was still pulled back with great control. "Fools." He finally moved from his position and in a blink of an eye he was before the mysterious man and grabbing him by the throat. His black eye that glowed with an ethereal light held such dark revelation. "You will die." The golden-eyed man managed to chuckle at this. "Yeah, I will but not right now." This time translucent columns appeared at each side of Lucien as it attempted to flatten the Necromancer. However, this was useless as Lucien simply moved away from the position with such speed releasing the man along the process. It served as a good distraction as the said man was now out of sight.

Everything at this moment just gets to his nerves as Lucien faced the remaining demons along with Eucliffe. He was angry and they will feel his wrath soon enough for now, he will handle these blatant disappointments while he looked at his right gloved hand tainted with blood.

On the other hand, the man appeared to the location where he had enclosed the children and Asrai earlier which drained almost all of his energy. It isn't easy transporting a group of people. He fell to the ground obviously tired and barely unconscious. It also seemed that while Lucien pulled away from him, the Necromancer managed to attack him which was evident by the reddening patch around his abdomen. He was bleeding. "I... guess... we survived that..." He said weakly but still with a gentle smile on his face.

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Nothing seemed to be going as planned for anyone in this turn of events. Asrai had humbly agreed with the man to run off with the children while he dealt with the demons. She was hesitant, but came to understand she'd only hold the man back. As she reached the children she hacked at their chains with her sword which seemed to be able to cut through anything. Freeing them at last she shouted, "Come on! We have to get out of here!"

Her brave face was returning, it reminded her of the slums. Where she protected everyone. Now they were dead. The realization pitted itself in her stomach and made her chest ache with a pain worse than any wound she had ever felt. However, the more she pondered, the more bitter she began to feel. She was gently pushing each of them at the small of their backs to run off when she heard the man speak, "You. You're the one they call the Death Dealer, The Black Necromancer."

The words rang in her head like bells. The Black Necromancer. That was only a legend! A tale told to kids to scare them at night! This could not be possibly happening. The day was becoming overbearing. She made she sure the children ran ahead of her before she followed. They ran for some time, creating a fair distance between themselves and the fight. Asrai had found an area full of a rocky terrain where it would be safe to hide. The boulders would be their cover and there were plenty of holes and crevices to hide in. Asrai directed the children into the area though she lingered at it's edge awaiting the man who had saved these innocent lives. Each minute passed felt like an eternity. Asrai found herself pacing back and forth anxiously. Her sword was settled on a smaller rock a few feet away. It had stopped glowing and Asrai was dumbfounded.

Fortunately, Asrai did not have to wait too long. The young man appeared though his stride was sluggish and he appeared to be wounded. The instant she saw him she ran towards him and slung his arm around her neck to help him walk towards the children. Once they reached them he collapsed to the rocky ground and Asrai quickly observed his wounds, uncertain of how to handle such things. She was certainly no healer. "I... guess... we survived that..." the man said with a weak smile.

"Hey, come on! You have to hang in there!" Asrai practically shouted, her voice was panicked. Two younger children came running to their aid. There was a young boy who wore a handkerchief around his neck. He untied it and passed it to Asrai. The little girl beside him tugged at her arm and firmly spoke, "Apply pressure, it'll slow the bleeding. My grandma was a healer. It does not look too bad, I've definitely seen worse."

Asrai simply blinked at the young girl, impressed by her knowledge. She nodded with a small smile before muttering her thanks. Carefully, she applied the cloth onto the man's wound hoping to slow the blood. Unfortunately there were no bandages available so she was not certain of what more she could do. "Say, what's your name? I'm Asrai," she tiredly spoke. "I'm sorry you got caught in this mess... It seems to be my fault..."

She firmly held her palms over the man's wound while glancing at his face with a weak smile of her own. Guilt was washing over her. All of this happened because of her. The city's destruction, the chase, the children being captured and this man risking his life for them. Her entire being was shaken. Normally, Asrai was able to conquer the most difficult of situations. However, it was as though an entire lifetime of events happened all in a matter of hours. Though she finally felt she could breathe again. With a heavy sigh, she glanced over at her sword which was about a dozen feet away from them. It still did not glow. Asrai kept trying to figure out why or how the thing worked but could not think of an answer. Her smile slowly turned into a troubled frown and her eyes narrowed while she entered some sort of daze. "I don't think we can stay here long either," she almost whispered. An onslaught of questions circled throughout her mind for this man, but she refrained from asking seeing as it would be inappropriate due to their circumstances.

Meanwhile, back at the scene remained a devastated Eucliffe. She almost wished she had died rather than survive for what was about to come her way. Her body trembled for she didn't even dare look at her Lord Lucien who was glaring at her and the others. Everything had completely failed, and the Child of War escaped. Things were looking grim for her and the others who were still alive. She fell to her knees and dropped her polearm, her fresh wounds still stinging from the chains Lucien had bound to her before. She was uncertain whether or not to expect worse, death, or remorse. The others were just as tense as she was and all cowered in fear. Such a change of atmosphere compared to a short while ago.




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Perched upon the treetops was a young looking man who had one golden eye and one black. His face was expressionless with lips pressed together. He wore a luxurious navy blue tunic laced with gold and a set of black-grayish trousers that were somewhat on the baggy side. His sinister expression and unique pair of eyes meant that he was no one other than the demon general Zeporon.

Zeporon was perched atop a thick branch, gazing directly down at the child who bore the mark of Eleora around her neck. His pupils were thin and snake-like. While he appeared human, his eyes said otherwise. He was one of Solus's devoted men and had been tracking the child and companion that walked beside her. While he had led the direct attack in the girl's village known as Mossley, he had taken notice of the young girl and the warrior who protected her as they escaped the village. He took it upon himself to follow which turned out to be a wise decision. They did not notice his presence, he was as silent as a small field mouse foraging for food. Just a short while ago he had sent out a demonic messenger crow with a letter to fetch Solus. It described their exact location and his findings.

The warrior who stood by the Child of Light was wounded. He was applying medicine to his wounds while pondering their next move. Though his gaze was glued to the small child and the pendent fastened around her neck. Uncertain whether to attack or wait, he decided to do nothing but watch until his Lord Solus appeared. Anything rash could ruin their entire operation. He was known for his intellect amongst the demon generals though he was not nearly as strong as the others. Though judging by the looks of the two, even he could overpower them both.

He simply remained perched on the thick branch of the tall tree, hiding amongst it's leaves and shade studying the two very carefully just in case there was going to be unsuspecting surprises. Zeporon disliked failure, especially if it was his own. Even his breath was silent. If you stood next to him, you'd begin to wonder if he even breathed at all. Patiently he waited, his eyes glistening any time the sun's rays broke through the leaves of the tree. He craved blood. Dinner. The child looked delicious. Perhaps he'd get to feast on the man beside her. The smell of his blood made was beginning to make his mouth water.

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He eased his breathing to prevent his body from spilling too much blood. It would be a reminder for him next time, not to get that Black Necromancer close to him. How to do that? He will have to figure that at some other time since; he's a bit too busy minding his own health for now. This girl encouraged him with a panicked voice to hang on. She won't have to worry about that. He was not going to die anytime soon. That's right until he receives justice. He won't allow himself to be taken by the whispers of death. There's just no way he would give up right now when he had finally able to get up close and personal with that man, that vile Necromancer. "Don't... worry... I'm not going... to die yet..." He said weakly but enough to be heard by her as a stamp of assurance from him.

She settled him at a position while he noticed two kids coming towards them. They wanted to help and he couldn't help but smile at their intention. It was then he felt a hand pressing down his wound to stop the bleeding, but that would be just temporary. He would need to have his wound stitched up from the looks of it. He highly doubted that his organs were harmed. It's more like the Necromancer pierced him just to bleed out, or to torture him further. Sadistic, he would not put that above dark-spawned. He was then taken away from his assessment of his injury when she asked for his name and introduced herself. Her name is Asrai. That's good. It would be good to call her that than you or hey.

"Asrai..." He tested the name as it rolled out his tongue smoothly before he gave his own. "It's Azriel... Nice to... meet you... Asrai..." Azriel was about to initiate a handshake but as he was about to raise his arm. There was a jolt of pain. It seemed that he shouldn't do that. He would have to deal with that lame introduction in his opinion, as he mused upon the hassles about being wounded, he then heard her apologizing, saying it's her fault. "Mess? Don't think anything... about it..." He reached for something inside his pockets which appeared to be a vial of sorts. He had managed to lift his arm a bit to drink its content. It is a pain reliever, so in a few minutes or seconds, the pain would be dulled. He would be able to move around and to treat his wound with a first aid until he could get some tools to close it up.

Taking a few breaths, he looked at the group of children within his line of sight. "I'm already in this mess long before you came into the picture..." His eyes seemed to be looking at the children but, it reflected something different, a memory, a past, which connected him to this present situation. He was looking at something that only he could see and that brought a sad expression upon his face which slowly turned into that of pure hatred in which he finally closed his eyes to break away from a visage which seems to haunt him. "It's not your fault... Not at all.... It's not like you chose what happened here today." He said as he opened his eyes once as it regained its glow before looking at Asrai. "It only means that whatever they wanted with you is something they should never have." Azriel looked at the sword leaning against the rock for a few good moments. "That's why you shouldn't let them and I won't either..."

Azriel nodded in agreement to what Asrai said about not to stay long at this place. He was certain that those demons will be searching for them. "I know... We should get the children to a village where they'll be safe..." He affirmed this as he looked at his wound and this time, he lifted his shirt to see the damage. From the looks of it, his assessment was right. The Necromancer stabbed him creating a horizontal slit of sorts. He could only imagine what that man used to penetrate his flesh. "After that, we'll lead them away... I don't think that'll be a problem since you're their target." When that was said, he ripped his sleeves to be used as a makeshift bandage. He handed it to Asrai and held a small smile on his face. "Can you help me out a bit?"


At Lucien's side, he had all the demons that were still alive and breathing suffer a swift punishment for their incompetence. This was in the form of shadow-like tendrils appearing underneath their feet and piercing them in continuous succession as if they were pin cushions and after a while, the said tendrils ripped them apart with only their horrid screams echoing through the area. Their blood sprayed around but none hit him and as if he would allow their disgusting blood stain him. His sight then landed on Eucliffe who had not only failed him once but now twice. It seemed it was wrong to have this demoness be one of the generals, seeing how useless and weak she is.

"Eucliffe." His words did not reflect any kind of emotion which could be said as anger or irritation. But, his earlier actions were not synonymous to his eerie calm demeanor. So, it should be expected when a shadow tendril came out behind her as it thoroughly pierced her shoulder blade and was lifted off the ground. She was then hoisted like a dangling doll in front of Lucien. "Find the child. Bring her to me. Anyone with her, kill." He commanded as the said tendril pulled itself out of his shoulder blade, dropping Eucliffe to the ground. He then removed his blood stained glove and threw it away, but before it could reach the ground. The glove was burned into nothingness and he turned his back to Eucliffe. There was nothing more for him to do here. He will be returning back to his abode as he climbed the marble stairs and the massive doors opened for him. "Failure is equivalent to death." That is all he said for Eucliffe as he entered the doors which closed behind him and then disappeared.

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Character Portrait: Krein Haar Character Portrait: Nero Munashii Character Portrait: Hiyoko Ookami Character Portrait: Asrai Xylion Character Portrait: Lucien Character Portrait: Ryu Ookami Character Portrait: Lord Serith Character Portrait: Solus quae placitum

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"From now until the very last dawn, I must defend with my all."




Asrai gave a soft smile as she gently grabbed Azriel's torn sleeve. She helped settle him against the rock behind him so that she could more easily wrap the cloth around his waistline. Fastening a tight knot, she then somewhat pouted, "I hope this is okay." She then rose to her feet, the skin over her muscular frame glistening in the sun. Even though she was covered in dust and ash, she still maintained an outwards appearance. Asrai was staring off into the distance, her mind elsewhere. There was a glimmer of ferocity in her bright irises and she clenched her fists. Her gaze than gently rested upon the children who sat nearby waiting anxiously.

"Hey, would you mind grabbing that sword for me?" she directed them towards Morrighan's sword. She did not have a sheath or any way to carry the sword over her back but she knew she had to help Azriel on his feet. The children, wide-eyed, nodded and quickly made their way to the sword. But then the oddest thing happened. The male child tried to lift it with no success. He struggled and pulled desperately and even the little girl tried to lend her strength. But their efforts were futile.

"Miss, the sword is too heavy..." the children muttered embarrassed.

Asrai had a perplexed look on her face. The sword was as light as a feather, surely it was not that heavy? She walked over and grabbed it with no effort whatsoever and it lifted off the solid rock it rested on. Confused, she passed it over to the male child but as he grabbed it he fell down trying to hold it's weight. Asrai instantly grabbed it from him so that the child would not harm himself. She'd have to make due somehow. Making her way back towards Azriel she tucked her sword underneath her arm before helping lift Azriel so that he could slump his arm over her shoulder.

"Come on kids! We're leaving this place!" she shouted before lowering her voice to a quieter volume. "I'm sorry but you're going to have to help me lead them to the next village. I've never been outside of the City of Shimore."

Little did they know was that a crazed, drenched in blood, Eucliffe lurked nearby tailing the group. Lucien had made his point to succeed in this task after seeing to her thorough punishment for failure. Her teeth were gritted, bearing her fangs for all to see. Her eyes had a wild glare as she somewhat limped with a slumped shoulder that trickled with her discolored blood. Kill... Kill... were the only thoughts she could form. Curse that Lucien! Why do I have to be stuck with him? She'd wait to strike and kill those children. She could not wait to see the desperate faces of that wretched girl and whoever that nuisance of a man was. Their scent was strong and she sought nothing more than revenge. Eucliffe decided to wait until they appeared once more, her eyes and ears focusing in everywhere around her.



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“Trash that doesn’t even know it’s trash deserves to fall into the abyss."




The God of Darkness strolled through the forest around him, his power masked as he hid underneath his deceptive mortal form. His eyes were soft with sadness as he actively searched for the Child of Destiny. What drew his attention was the steady rise of smoke amongst the trees out in the distance. He approached with a smirk before wiping it from his face and allowed fake tears to fall from his eyes. Serith was an actor, a very good one at that. He trembled with fear and held his arms together looking as though he was in some sort of shock. Alas he approached the small clearing where the smoke originated from. There was a small fire and he instantly recognized Nero's face. Soft gasps for air escaped his lips as he cried. Serith fell to his knees, clenching the grass before him with his fingers as the tears splattered against the ground.

"Please," he whispered desperately. "Help me!"

He quickly glanced up to see through his tears at the reaction of Nero. However, he saw Ryu and received a whiff of the scent of blood. For an extremely brief moment, Serith somewhat tensed and felt his mouth water smelling the blood off of Ryu. It emitted an unsettling energy from his mortal form. But, he quickly got a hold of himself and resumed to his tearful act with the strange energy subsiding as quickly as it submerged. He would befriend the two and travel with them. "I managed to escape," Serith cried while his body continued to quiver. "I have no place to run..."

Ryu Ookami. Brother of the Child of Light. This would be an interesting adventure. Serith's shuddering body could have very well been his excitement but instead it only came off as anxiety. The events he had executed would work in his favor. That is, if these two were as naive as he thought they were. He had to test the playground.



Zeporon had noticed his Master's entrance. While he still remained perched in the trees, he saw his Master's signal to retreat. Solus would take things over from here. With one last disturbing glare, Zeporon silently leaped towards the next tree at impeccable speed amongst the shadows. A brief rustling could be heard from his swift movements that could easily be mistaken for a squirrel. Before returning to the troops, he appeared before Zeporon and knelt before him showing his respect.

"Milord," Zeporon beckoned before meeting his Master's gaze. "They are headed east towards the shores. The Child is accompanied by a warrior. Though... he does not quite seem to be a typical fighter from what I've observed."

Zeporon pointed in the direction in which he came. His different shaded eyes flashed with excitement. Though his demeanor remained calm and emotionless as usual. He then took notice of Solus's disguise and he felt humorous. His Master was always such a cunning man. Though he pondered for a moment before asking, "Would you like to me follow, sir?"

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"Yeah, thanks." Azriel softly muttered as he patched himself up as best as he can given the circumstances. This would do for now. He would have the healer in the nearby village tend to rest. when she lifted her attention to the kids, he checked on the makeshift bandage around his wound. The pain has subsided due to the drug he took so, he could move by himself. He would just need to make sure that he doesn't do anything too extraneous to aggravate the wound. For now, he steadied himself with the many thoughts entering his head. He would need to have a game plan on how to move the children to safety and also to make sure those demons would not bother these innocents. There was no doubt in his mind that the Black Necromancer was pissed at what happened and that was enough to motivate that demonic army to come after them with full rage.

Normally, he would not have this much to think of. He does only have himself to worry about and really, there are no boundaries about that. But now, there were innocent children which he would need to take account for. It's not like he could just dump them here in the middle of nowhere along with Asrai who is apparently the main target of those demons. His consciousness would not allow it and truthfully speaking, he does not like that idea as well. It was never in his nature to simply ignore people who are in need even if he knows that his life would be put at risk. Anyway, it was not much of a problem since he did want to meet that Black Necromancer. This is was just the first steps to ensure that his goal will be reached soon enough.

His attention was taken from his inner musings when he took noticed of the sword not being able to lift. It seemed it was rather heavy and the only who is able to carry it is Asrai. That figures. If that sword was indeed from one of the primary divinities, then he would not be surprised if those gods placed some kind of insurance on their artifacts. He then saw Asrai getting the sword and walking towards him. She helped him stand up and then announced that it was time for them to leave. Well, that was good. She then told him that his help would be needed due to her lack of knowledge of the lands beyond Shimore. He smiled at that. "I was thinking of that anyway." He said with a cheerful note before gently pushing himself away from Asrai and making sure that he is able to move by his own. "I can handle myself. Don't worry. Thanks."

He moved ahead and looked around as he narrowed his eyes in caution. "We will have to move quietly but fast. I'm sure those guys are after us." He then looked at Asrai. "There's a nearby town once we get through the forest." He then took a deep breath and then looked at the children with a gentle smile. "Just a bit more okay? Everything will be fine soon." After saying that, he then gestured for Asrai to look after the children as he trudged ahead to ensure that their pathway would be without trouble. Hopefully, it would not be. He was not in the best situation to deal with a horde of demons even more so against that Black Necromancer. And, he could not risk that situation especially when he has the kids with him.

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Character Portrait: Nero Munashii Character Portrait: Asrai Xylion Character Portrait: Lucien Character Portrait: Ryu Ookami Character Portrait: Lord Serith

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Asrai felt relieved that Azriel was able to walk on his own. Though it left her awkwardly holding her sword as she watched over the children. A knot began to form in her abdomen. She listened to his comforting words to the children and just as he was about to walk away she grabbed the sleeve of his upper garments.

"Um," she stammered with hesitance. "Maybe I should-Never mind."

Asrai watched him miserably. She was going to offer to stay behind so that no one would be put in danger with her around. Though she had a feeling Azriel would disagree. If he was looking for that Necromancer, she felt certain that ominous man would reappear before her. After all, it was herself that he wanted. Nervously, she let go of Azriel's sleeve before turning towards the children again. Then the strangest thing happened. A ball of light appeared before her and it seemed like she was the only one who could see it. The ball bounced in the air before treading off about 1500 feet back. The light dispersed at a boulder not too far out in the distance and Asrai noticed something peculiar. There was some sort of movement that disappeared behind the boulder. Asrai was squinting, trying to see what it was before realizing something was moving about in the sky. A pair of wings rapidly flapped in their direction and Asrai's eyes almost immediately widened recognizing it to be Eucliffe.

"Azriel!" Asrai exclaimed pointing upwards. "S-She's back!"

Except this time Eucliffe was flying. Asrai was certain Eucliffe did not yet realize she had been pointed out. She was still too far out to see them clearly enough. Asrai had a feeling the demon was coming back with a vengeance. This nightmare just would not end. Was it going to be this way for the rest of her life? Though a rage built up inside of Asrai. She grabbed Morrighan's sword and ran forth. Curse these demons! These Gods! This blood shed! Those disgusting men tainted with darkness! I'll... I'll DESTROY them! The rage fueled her adrenaline. The faces of her perished love ones flashing before her eyes at the sight of this demon. The sword had lit itself again, now rippling violently with energy as Asrai ran. Her strength was increasing, her heart racing as she pushed her feet into the solid ground before leaping a top a boulder that was at least fifteen feet in height. Something she had never done before. With a crazed look in her eye, she twisted her body before chucking her sword into the air. It span like a boomerang and aimed itself directly at Eucliffe.

However, Asrai's effort was futile for Eucliffe's rage was much greater than Asrai's. She shouted angrily as her polearm struck the spinning sword and sent it crashing back into the ground. The woman screamed as she glided down, her wings pressing together as her body began to gain momentum as she darted towards Asrai like a missile. Asrai was not quick enough to dodge. In fact, she did not account for missing her throw. Eucliffe's entire body struck directly into Asrai, flinging her body off the top of the rock and crashing into a nearby wall. The children began to scream and scatter, trying to duck for cover in any possible place they could hide. Upon impact with the wall, Asrai cried out in excruciating pain. The impact alone should have killed her, yet she was in one piece and still alive. Though her mind felt somewhat rattled and warm. She shakily lifted a hand touching the back of her scalp and recovered droplets of blood. How careless of me... Will they die? Asrai pondered as her vision faded in and out.

"Stay OUT of this girl!" Eucliffe spat before wildly scanning the area. Her intense set of purple eyes then fell on Azriel. It seemed as though he was somewhat wounded and Eucliffe found this to be excellent.




OOC: Feel free to roleplay any of the NPC's guys. ^^" Including Eucliffe, she's not my character.




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Serith acted as if utterly shocked by the sword pointed towards his neck. He whimpered in fact and held his hands up in the air. The tears stopped and he eyed Ryu carefully.

"You lie. You lie, you foul pathetic creature. I sense dark, dark evils from you. My instincts are almost never wrong. Name. Now. Coward."

Serith pondered on this for a moment before his trembling lips twisted into a wicked grin. He rose to his feet, his eyes still black irises indicating his true form was still being hidden. "It seems as though you are on edge, Ryu." No one had revealed any names, yet Serith had just spoken Ryu's. He watched carefully to see Ryu's reaction. Though his brow twitched as he glanced down at Ryu's wound. The smell of blood. It was so strong. Such a heavy flow nonetheless. These two were not dimwitted after all. Daringly, Serith gazed upon Nero with a wild curiosity. It was almost unsettling to watch him look at Nero in such a way.

"My name is not of importance. Lower your sword Ryu," Serith said nonchalantly with a casual shrug. He then placed his index finger atop the edge of Ryu's blade. His smile was disturbing and with one finger, you could feel the amount of force being applied as though it were an entire hand. "Otherwise, you're just going to hurt yourself."

Serith's statement was a threat at the least. This Ryu character was very amusing. Perhaps he'd keep the young man as a mere pet. That would be rather generous of him, sparing a man's life after interfering with the inevitable. Now more than ever, he wanted to mess with Ryu's mind moreso than Nero's. He'd take care of the Child of Destiny soon enough.

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Azriel's walk was stopped by the pull on the remaining sleeve on his shirt. He looked over his shoulders to see that the one responsible for that was Asrai who looked quite disturbed. "What's wrong?" He asked with worry and curiosity. It was obvious on her face that she wanted to say something, but it was left in the air. She dismissed it with a simple statement, saying that it was nothing. "Okay..." He managed to say when she turned her back on him and went towards the children. Actually, he could guess what she was thinking and what she could be feeling at this very moment. Everything happened so fast for her without doubt. He could tell by seeing her unfiltered reaction and confusion. She has no idea what's happening and he wouldn't blame her for that. He at least wanted to answer some of her questions if possible, but now was not the time. They're in a situation that doesn't allow that at the moment.

He shook his head and simply decided to go on ahead. The faster they get out of this situation, the better he could assess why those demons are after her and who she is exactly, because right now, all he has are assumptions based on his personal observations. He truly has a lot of thinking to do. While he was busy with his thoughts, he was taken back to reality when Asrai called out for him in panic. "Huh?" He quickly snapped to her and then looked at the direction where she pointed towards the horizon. There he saw the familiar demoness and clicked his tongue in light frustration. "Asrai, go and---." He was about to say that she should go with the children but he was too late as she jumped to action.

Somehow, he could see why these demons wanted her, but she was not ready yet that much he was certain. He had seen her fight earlier and it was clearly, she wasn't used to that sword which only responds to her. Sometime, emotions are not enough and just like that, it came to reality what he had feared. Asrai was flung to the wall with great impact. "Asrai!" He shouted in concern as he tightened his jaw and quickly took a moment to look at the children who had already scattered about in fear and in hiding. "Don't come out no matter what!" It was then he felt an angry-filled gaze on his form. He me those raging purple eyes with his golden ones which narrowed in caution.

He could already conclude what was the order about him. It was for his death without doubt. Well, he wasn't going to have that anytime soon. But, he must think on his feet now. Asrai was out of the fight for now. The children must be protected as well. He also wasn't in tiptop condition. This was going to be a bit hard and judging by the presence about the demoness, she was out for revenge. "So, your master sent you huh..." He straightened his posture which showed that he would fight. "He shouldn't have sent a small fry to do his job." Even if he was in a bad condition, it would not stop him being cocky and all. In response to his statement, translucent orbs appeared around him. He would get through this and that won't be the last thing he would do, with that the said orbs were launched towards Eucliffe in rapid succession.



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As for Lucien himself, he had finally returned to his dominion and abode. He really does not like the idea of babysitting the Child of War more than necessary. Furthermore, he dislikes being around failures which was highlighted by Eucliffe. He had given a simple order and it was not done. She was even foiled so easily by that golden-eyed man. How pathetically weak she is. This will be her last chance for redemption. If she returns empty-handed and a failure, he will erase her existence. However, there would be no concern about Serith's order. It would be accomplished. He would make sure of that after all, he had never failed with the part of his contract. It is why he knew that even if the Dark God hates his rebellious streak, he was indispensable to him at this very moment.

He sat at the window sill in a very casual manner but there was no denying that there was still a presence of sophistication on his posture. His silhouette both mysterious and alluring in every sense as he looked out the window which presented a very stark scenery. In his hand, he holds a small book which he is reading. He preferred this than doing fieldwork as they say. That is why he was here and letting Eucliffe do all the work. What was the use of having subordinates if one would not use them as needed or required? He then returned his attention to the book in his hand. It was a story about a vengeful Hamlet.

This made him remember the golden-eyed man who stated with such strength that he shall make him, Lucien, pay for his sins. Things he had done in the past have now appeared in his present. How nice but it was absolutely humorous and very interesting indeed. He would have laughed if that was possible for someone like him. It is true that man has quite the ability as he had witnessed. But of course, it was no match for him as shown. If that was the case, he will see how far that stranger of a man can go and accomplish that declaration. After all, he has all the time in the world and entertainment was well-accepted when it’s presented before him. Those obsidian eyes of his held amusement as he continued with his reading. For now, it was a rather eventful day, but in his assessment a tiring one due to the incompetence he had witnessed. Yes, truly tiring.

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"From now until the very last dawn, I must defend with my all."




Eucliffe was swift, her purple eyes practically glowing in the daylight with hatred. Though the sun was beginning to set which meant nightfall soon approached. Such a thing would be perfect for Eucliffe. She managed to dodge some of the orbs, then block the remainder of them with her polearm, turning it rapidly in a clockwise motion to cancel out the energy. She dove in from above, landing promptly on the rocky surface of the ground. Her amusement and excitement seemingly vanished, instead she scowled feeling sick and tired of Lucien's torture. One arm held her weapon firmly on the ground while her other free hand began to extend her claws a few inches. Her wounds were visible and raw. Her discolored blood trickling down her limbs in some areas. Eucliffe took a quick glance at Asrai who was stirring about, struggling to keep conscious.

"Small fry, eh?" Eucliffe growled. "I won't be defeated so easily, you know. They don't call me Demon General for nothing!"

Her claw extended forward, with small balls of red light gathering at her finger tips. For some odd reason, her expression became very calm though the anger still tugged at her eyes and lips. Inhaling deep, the red balls suddenly exploded from her claws shooting out small, narrow rays of red light towards Azriel. The energy cackled loudly, the light briefly blinding as it exploded. She lifted her chin, not a peep coming out of her. Eucliffe finally acknowledged that Azriel was a formidable foe.

Asrai grunted, feeling as though she were in a trance. Her vision was blackened as she rested on the floor tiredly. In fact, she wished to just give up. Life had become a never ending nightmare she no longer wished to endure. "Get up..." Asrai heard a voice trailing off in her mind. "Asrai, you must get up! The sword, child! Call the sword, you know what to do. You've done it before." She groaned, uncertain of what was going on. Though she recognized the voice to be Morrighan's and suddenly her focus snapped back. Her eyes opened wide as she heard the demonness Eucliffe spouting words at Azriel. This head wound should be nothing. It was nothing. Asrai lifted an arm, her hand appearing to be clasped over empty space in the air. Though energy gathered in bright light where the sword suddenly appeared before her within her hands. By Eucliffe, you could see it disappear from amongst the solid earth. Eucliffe did not even notice which was her own mistake.

I am War, Child of Morrighan. I can fight, Asrai found herself speaking strange words in her mind that did not feel like her own. But they empowered her. Using the sword as support, she slowly began to lift herself. Her rate of recovery was something remarkable.




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Serith's eyes flickered towards Nero when he spoke. He eyed the Child of Destiny carefully with a blank expression. Glancing back at Ryu, he shrugged again, "I only came to warn you two about the danger that lurks."

His hands were clasped behind his back where an artificially crafted emblem from the King himself appeared from shadows that were barely visible. He pretended to pull it from his garments and revealed it to Ryu and Nero, holding the small golden pendant between his index and middle finger. Then Serith noticed how the sun was beginning to set. How quaint, it's almost nightfall, he thought to himself. Though his calm expression remained. "I am part of the King's Council. I'm only sent out in extreme emergencies. Though I'm sure I don't really need to explain why today warrants an emergency."

Serith sighed as he looked to the ground sadly. He appeared truly pained and worried. His mind was working quickly, trying to calculate how he was to explain the 'facade' he was trying to pull off. Suddenly, the idea occurred to him. Glancing back up with a soft expression he chuckled, "You see, the Council knows all about who you actually are Nero. They knew that if the day were to ever come when the Dark God would strike; Most likely you would not trust an ordinary man. I was supposed to keep my identity secret. The Council feared my knowledge would corrupt your progress... I know where we can go to be safe."

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It seemed that his power had decreased more than he had anticipated. His orbs were dodged, defended, and canceled. He narrowed his eyes at this development. He knew from the beginning that he was entering a fight, he is at a disadvantage. But, it's not like he had much of a choice. Azriel had to step up to the plate and be sure that he was enough to keep the children, Asrai, and himself alive through this. He could see that Eucliffe was also not in the best condition which he could only attributed to the Black Necromancer. He doesn't remember damaging the demoness that much. It seemed that that vile man was even cruel to his own subordinates, a creature with such a black heart does truly exist, it seems.

It didn't matter right now as he set aside his pity upon the demoness. She was here to kill him and if that doesn't happen he knew that the Black Necromancer won't be satisfied by inflicting wounds on his servant and longer. This was a battle of survival, would it be him or would it be her, and clearly none of them are ready to face death. His strength is fading that much he could tell and should end this fight as quickly as possible before he keels over or something.

The demoness answered back his insult that she won't be easily defeated being a Demon General. The fates really liked messing with him. He quickly made a barrier in front of him to block off the red energy light she fired at him. It was strong as he was being pushed back. He could have crafted the same shield he did when he deflected the Black Necromancer's attack. But, that had already taken much of his energy. So, all he could do was to wear down the power itself. The short version, this will be a test of endurance. Still, he must force himself and he could feel that his actions were affecting his temporarily bandaged wound. It was now bleeding once more as it seeped through his clothes at an alarming rate and soon dripped to the ground.

Azriel was thankful that he had drunk the numbing drug so, he doesn't feel the pain which should accompany that. He couldn't afford to be distracted. But even then... "Damn..." He muttered under his breath. His energy had been spent too much back earlier and he hasn't recovered much of his strength yet. That's why his barrier began to suffer cracks and like glass, it shattered into pieces which effectively blasted him. He was driven back to a nearby rocky wall as his back hit that hard surface which made him coughed blood in the process. It was still a fortunate thing that his shield had managed to weaken the demoness attack if not, he would have been pierced like paper.

He slowly fall to the ground while feeling new sources of pain from his body. It was still dull one as the drug was still in his system, but he was certain once it wore off. He was in a world of pain. He lifted his head despite his current condition as blood dripped from the corner of his lips. He raised his arm leveling it towards the demoness. "It's not over yet..." With that said, several orbs appeared around Eucliffe and quickly attached themselves to her as if she was some magnet and upon contact exploded.

That was the last thing he could do. He could feel his consciousness fading as his vision started to get blurry. If that demoness was still alive, he could only hope that a miracle does happen.