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Seriya Verrat

"No matter what kind of wisdom dictates you the option you should pick, no one will be able to tell if it's right or wrong till you arrive to some sort of outcome"

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a character in “Shattered Soul”, as played by Mineczka

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Tsukiakari no Michishirube // Stereopony



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"If it means I die, I shall protect the innocent."




GENERAL INFORMATION

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Gender
"Well I'd think you'd be able to tell just by looking...."
Femme

Race
"I can understand if you cannot tell."
Half Elf

Nickname(s)/Alias(es)
"I've only one as I know of..."
The Seraph the Rushing Wind, "Mutt" (Derogatory)

Age
"Isn't it rude to ask a woman her age?"
Twenty-Three

Dominant Hand
"Depends on the day, to be honest"
Ambidextrous

Face Claim
"Oh, she looks like me!"
Battle Sister Monaka // Carfight Vanguard

Role
"We all have our roles in stories."




APPEARANCE

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Height
"My height? Enough to tease Lucia about."
172 cm

Weight
"Do you like having a tongue?"
60 Kg

Build
"Umm... To what importance is this?"
Very athletic

Hair Color
"It's not that hard, dear."
A deep shade of blue

Eye Color
"For the last time, I'm not a demon."
Scarlet red

Scars/Tattoos/Piercings
"Some of us have them, some don't"
Minor scars over her body, nothing noteworthy.

Description
"Oh Gods I'm horrible at these..."
Relatively tall in comparison to her peers (and to the dismay of Lucia), with a thin yet very athletic stature, her looks are deceiving. Along with slightly pointed ears, Seriya shows off several traits of both elves and humans, as she keeps the elves varying hair and eye colours, while her body looks closer to a thinner human, though her ears are a giveaway that she is a split of both humans and elves, making her a rather uncommon person. Though with long dark blue hair that stretches to her hips and crimson eyes that even confuse her peers, Seriya tends to stick out in a crowd just on her own, along with those whom can sense her Divine Aura can just see the beacon from her, magically speaking.

Preferred Clothing
"I'm a rather simple girl"
Seriya tends to stick with what she knows best, her dark blue and white vestments, which is a staple of the Seraphs, outside of that, she has two sets, one is what she'll wear when she's just in the monastery, while the other, is what she'd wear into battle, instead of being like a European dress of sorts, her combative vestments are much tighter on her, along with a single slit in the left side of her dress from the bottom to the upper thigh, to keep her mobility in combat without sacrificing the nun-like look, though she will always have the veil over her head, which aids in hiding her ears from others.




Abilities

"Divine Aura" Swordmancer
A mage whom excels with both magic and swordplay


Skills
"Oh! Oh! It's the things I can talk about!"
|~| "Divine Aura" // The name of the core skill of Seriya, where she can cast spells linked solely to her sword adding a number of effects and elements. However she has not mastered the "Divine Aura" and cannot have more than two enhancements on her blade at once.
Enhancements:
Basic Elements: Fire, Ice, Water, Air, Earth, etc.
Vorpal: Seriya's blade becomes incredibly sharp, and can cut through most objects with ease.
Quickblade: Seriya's attacks become faster, this can be channeled to her arms and legs too.
Pressure: This can be used while the blade is sheathed, when she unsheathes the blade, it becomes much more powerful.
Purity: A light shimmer shines from her blade, allowing Seriya to purify evil from most things.

Strengths
"Oh, I'm not as good with these."
Agile |[High Speed Attacker]| When it comes to running, or even thinking, Seriya often has great physicality, and is her greatest asset when in a fight, while if fighting a patient foe, this agility has little results against them.

Adaptability |[Well-Tuned]| A notion Seriya holds quite dear with others. She's ever adaptive to her surroundings, and even with people, having a good sense of judgement and ability to read people and situations, and changing her demeanour to not start a fight. This applies with her magic as well, as it's sole basis is to adapt to the situation.

Purity |[Holy Seraph]| Much like Lucia and her fellow Seraphs, sisters, and alike, Seriya has a pure aura, making her immune to most evils, however this does nothing against physical assault.

Weaknesses
"Aha.... I guess we have them..."
Agility & Durability |[Glass Cannon]| Her biggest downfall in combat, because of her agility, she relies on that to a great degree, forcing her to dodge attacks against her, as she has a limited durability in a fight because of this, think of her most as a hit-and-run like combatant, she's not meant to remain on the front lines all the time.

Half-Elf |[Mixed Race]| Racism has a tragic effect on Seriya, being both elf and human exiles her from both communities respectively, as humans refer to her as an Elf, while the elves just call her "Mutt" for all too obvious reasons.

Temper |[Quick Temper]| Seriya is easy to goad, especially when it comes to that Half-Elf card (Don't get her started on her eyes either), and when insults are thrown at her because of that, unlike Lucia, she's not so kind to turn the other cheek, she may not be allowed to cause harm to another without due reason, but nobody will know if she doesn't leave a mark.

Reckless |[Head-first]| As simple as it sounds, Seriya has a huge tendency to be reckless and charges head-first into most situations, which often ends in a not too fun time for her teammates.




MENTALITY


Oddities
"D-Don't judge me!!"
Sleeping |[Insomniac]| Seriya is an unfortunate insomniac for reasons sh's unwilling to speak about, all one needs to know is she has troubles sleeping most nights and even when she does sleep, it's not very restful.

Crimson Flare |[Childish Passion]| Her passion tends to run rampant, otherwise called a "Crimson Flare" as some say her eyes express fire, Seriya can get intensely passionate about most anything if she wishes to.

Mrgrgrgr.... |[Angry noise]| A simple noise Seriya makes that shows her anger or frustration.

Likes
"Another thing I can say with ease."
|♥| Lemons/ "I'm not sure what I like on them, I just like the taste of them I guess."
|♥| Coffee/ "I prefer it as my morning drink so I actually can wake up."
|♥| Reading/ "Something that helps me sleep. And that's important to me."
|♥| The Wind/ "It feels close to me somehow, whenever it sweeps through, I feel it's familiarity."
|♥| Swords/ "It's my preferred weapon, a single-edged curved blade, and I enjoy seeing other types of blades."

Dislikes
"Mrgrgrgr....."
|x| "Mutt"/ "Oh? I'm a Mutt, hm? Then, this Mutt has fangs that won't hesitate to bite you."
|x| Most Sweets/ "I won't say I hate them, I'm just not that big of a fan of them. Sorry."
|x| Flirts/ "Gods, I swear those types just flirt with Anything in a dress. After a while it's a bit frustrating to deal with."
|x| Demons/ "Big shock I know. I've seen what they can do, and I won't let it slide without a fight."

Hobbies
"Oh Gods please don't let them know! ;A;"
|†| Singing/ "Admittedly, I wanted to try it to be closer to Lucia... I'm not very good at it though.... Speak none of this."
|†| Training/ "Well, it's something I have to do each day, else I get weak from being lackadaisical."
|†| Drawing/ "I'm horrible at landscapes, but, People I can paint very well."
|†| Dancing/ "This is just something I've picked up as I've lived"

Phobia(s)
"Umm.... No thank you."
Hypnophobia |Fear of Sleeping| "I do not have that! Don't lie!"
Pediophobia |Fear of Dolls| "There's a reason to that.... And a long, long story."

Sexuality
"That, I have no answer or witty comment to, as I've no idea myself. Love is like Justice, blind to all parties involved."

Personality
"Ohh... Here we go...."
A gentle breeze is the best way to describe Seriya, and by gentle breeze, one might mean near hurricane-force winds. It's easy to say Seriya's a bit of a troublemaker as she is very straightforward in regards of her opinion, she's not the type to willingly beat around the bushes as she feels that wouldn't help one bit. Along with the straightforward personality, is her wit, Seriya's clever in her speech as she can easily hide hidden innuendos along with secret messages and alike, and like the winds, she has little focus on the future that is ahead of her, rather, she keeps her light spirits through just a day-by-day look.

Though, in a fight, Seriya fights using her best attributes, her speed and wit, preferring to tactfully take one down without much stress on both her and her allies. Always willing to put herself in the front of everyone else to shield them from the danger, and recklessly as well. While she is clever and at times even deceitful, admittedly she's an oblivious idiot, having a good use as trap-bait or something alike, having little forward thought, she also tends to rush in head-first without even an ounce of thought, putting her in several binds that she has had to work her way out of, or even so much as be rescued from. Along with that, she is incredibly close to Lucia, and even protective of her, if Lucia's in danger, Seriya will quickly through all caution and tact to the wind and make a mad dash to her aid, not even worrying one bit on her own safety.





BACKGROUND

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Family
"About that...."
Seriya has no real family (Biologically) to put it. Though she holds the "family" she has from the Monastery close.
Mother Yeliss Verrat || Adoptive Mother || Alive
Father Emmett Ishtal || Adoptive Father || Alive
Lucia Mirakel || Close "Sister" || Alive

Personal History
"Let me take this, please sit, this may be a long one.."
A dimly lit room is where we start our story, books line the shelves around the room, as a single woman sits at the desk on the left, a thin woman at that, as she brushes a bit of dark blue hair from her face, her red eyes gazing at a book in front of her, her features showing her strength, yet still remaining gentlel, a creak in the floor drifts her eyes from the book to her, as she gazes at us, "Oh, you're here early. I'm guessing this is about my past?" with a hard sigh, she offers us to take a seat, "Please, take a seat, we're going to be here a while." a brief pause separates the two sentences before her words begin once more, " To start us off, I've never known my parents, in fact, I still don't know whom they are, nor do I wish to at this point. But I always grew up under Mother Yeliss' care. That was a fact, she was more or less my mother and still is. From what she's told me, she took me in since I was an infant and since then I've stayed at the Sanctum of Temari for most of my life." A brief laugh comes from Seriya, "Yeah, I'll admit being here was beyond fun. But when I was young, I met a girl, you probably know her, Lucia? Of course you do. She's the miracle worker sent by some God to aid people. But her and I, we were friends quickly, of course, we joke that it was fate that made us friends so quickly. of course, it wasn't, but it was something that helped explain it. But anyway, we soon became inseparable from one another. T'was nice to say the least. But when her and I were about thirteen or so, things changed for us. I was chosen as a Seraph, and soon had left for the training. Of course, looking back I am happy, as I gained the power to protect others. But the training was hellish to say the least." Seriya paused again, adjusting her posture, now facing us, "Of course, I had picked my weapon swiftly, I just call it Dragonfang, but I chose it as I developed my fighting style, as you can tell I look like someone whom totally would overpower my peers. No, it was for speed. But that's besides the point. I trained at the Magistrate for about Six years. It felt like home for a bit, until I heard an incident at my true home. Bandits had attacked the Monastery, only to have been quickly expunged by one of the sisters. Lucia. It took months of pleading and begging, but soon I was placed as one of six Seraphs at the Monastery of Temari, with me as the leader. That felt odd to me at the time, as I hadn't any experience leading a team, but I soon saw why I was to lead. But enough blowing my own trumpet, I was home, only to come back to my friend Lucia take on her new role, as Temari's voice, the Miracle Worker. Though, outside of a few battles with demons, my days have been peaceful. Sorry, I must have talked your ears off. But there's my story, as far as you need to know at least. Anyway, thanks for listening." And with that, we can only watch what may happen to the young Seraph's fate.




OTHER


Thoughts on other
"Um... Well..."
To be written...

Love interest
"W-wha?!"
To be Determined....

CREDITS
All artwork presented with this character belong to their respective owners and I claim no ownership of.
The Character Skeleton belongs to Ryuu Takeshi
Everything else with Seriya belongs to Lufia.

So begins...

Seriya Verrat's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nero Dalmascer Lucifer Character Portrait: Lucia Mirakel Character Portrait: Verdandi Saga Yngiv Character Portrait: Cain Azura Character Portrait: Seriya Verrat

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"Wait a second you're going to go in there while the two of us wait for any trouble?!" Cain stated in a slightly angry whisper. He sighed as he dismounted and nodded in agreement. "Alright, let's go Sister." he stated to Seriya as he walked towards the other door, giving an offhanded remark to his horse to stay. As he hoped the Sister would follow him he thought about what he said earlier at the camp as his right hand quivered again.

Oh what a bad time for his anxiety to plague him now. As he reached the door he started to take several deep breaths to try and calm down. "Remember why I'm doing this. I want to help people. I want to make an impact on the world." he thought. But then a voice from all those years ago came back. Memories of Her, slain by the evil group of men and women he swore to one day find vengeance it.

"Safeguard our land, you promise me Cain....gh...ha.." Cain visibly cringed as the memory of Her final moments came crashing back on him. He forced himself to suppress it, lest his anxiety grow worse. "So," Cain started, "Do Seraph always do the demon hunting or do they do other things for the Clergy?" he was trying to break the ice whilst he waited for any sign of trouble from within the area. It was also to stifle out the anxiety from within him. He kept one hand on his sword at all times though, ready to strike out to help Nero and Lucia at a moment's notice.

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Character Portrait: Nero Dalmascer Lucifer Character Portrait: Lucia Mirakel Character Portrait: Verdandi Saga Yngiv Character Portrait: Cain Azura Character Portrait: Seriya Verrat

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Verdandi wasted little time stepping out of the path of her companions – she had no plans to get in between them and an aggressive demon – even as the mercenary spoke, "I don't know about you lady, but I am very uncertain about leaving any old pharmacist alone in there. How about you guys?"

The beastgirl’s ears fell with slight guilt. The red head raised a valid point, leaving a pharmacist alone with the demon didn’t seem to be the moral high ground. That being said, Verdandi was not well known for her courage, strength, or her moral sense and instinct to act upon it. So in the end, that guilt quickly faded now that she stood so near the beast and she found little qualms with leaving the pharmacist to whatever his or her fate.

Besides, one of the other four in the party would likely leap into action anyhow.

Like, for kicks and giggles, the nearly defenseless priestess of course, "Okay. I'll go in myself. It's a pharmacy and I'm known as a healer here, so it'd make the most sense that I'd enter the building. I can hold my own if things get dicey, worst comes to worst, I'll smite the thing again. I'll check, and we'll decide there. Alright?" Though, as the beastkin stared stupidly at the reckless girl, she hardly saw the where one might find any humor in this situation. It seemed to Verdandi that just about anyone in there party could have gone inside without raising suspicion, all they’d need to do is drag Nero along, he after all clearly could use some medical attention, so she couldn’t quite understand why the priestess would volunteer herself. Then again, Verdandi knew very little of combat strategy – perhaps she was unaware of something?

Well, no matter. It was about time the beastgirl ran and hid anyway. Without really waiting to hear what Nero had to say, since it no longer concerned her, Verdandi made ready to leave. Figuring her best bet of avoiding a dangerous confrontation was to go where there were many people, she began to head back the way she had come.

She made it a grand total of two and a half steps before she discovered she’d quit walking, and it didn’t take her long to figure the reason why. She glanced back behind her, towards the pharmacy and the brave, albeit short-lived, companions. By this point, Nero and the priestess were gone inside, but the mercenary and Seraph still lingered. Awkwardly, and with very little cheer, Verdandi called out to the two, “Well, uh, good luck. See you later?”

Having said her temporary, or could-be final, farewell Verdandi again resumed her retreat. She had no real destination in mind, simply somewhere that wasn’t here and was preferably far far away. Though she supposed she’d have to first get rid of the bloody cloth she was still carrying around.

Perhaps a blacksmith? Their forges were more than hot enough to purge most things, or at least, that seemed a sensible option. Moreover, if she recalled properly she and the makeshift demon hunters had passed a blacksmith on the way here.

With her destination now set, Verdandi began her journey anew with a greater determination – only to have that determination shot down by that which she hadn’t expected yet wasn’t surprised by. Pain.

It came and it went, varied in intensity, and slowly grew in breadth, that ache in her right arm. Some times it existed as a mere omnipresent throb, easily ignored by one who had grown accustomed to it, but other times it hurt like a hundred claws slowly ripping her arm to pieces. This was one of the latter times.

Yelping, her left hand flew to comfort her right while her right unintentionally dropped the contaminated cloth to the ground. For a moment, she thought to retreat it, but the sting drove her arm away from moving and her legs toward a nearby alley wall that she could rest against.

As such, the cloth lay forgotten in the streets.

Slowly she crumpled to the ground in the alley, cradling her arm and whimpering. Admittedly, she wasn’t sure if the pain was what drove her despair or if the insinuation of that pain was. Verdandi knew; she knew well why her arm hurt, and why at times it hurt more than usual. She also knew that this soon would past and the dull ignorable ache would return – just like the growing pains of a child.

She knew that the contamination in her arm was growing, spreading, dominating.

And that was terrifying.

Her gaze turned in the direction of the demon hunters. She couldn’t see them any longer. She didn’t know what was happening or what would happen, but she hoped. She hoped they could save the demon because maybe, just maybe, if they could save Alisa, then she could be saved as well.

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Character Portrait: Nero Dalmascer Lucifer Character Portrait: Lucia Mirakel Character Portrait: Verdandi Saga Yngiv Character Portrait: Cain Azura Character Portrait: Seriya Verrat

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With the demon cornered, Seriya Lies in wait to spring the trap Lucia has laid out to capture the injured monstrosity.




'Seraph? Did this man just call me Seraph?' Seriya thought as she rolled her shoulders to a degree, before remembering she's not even in her battle vestments. As she had no plans to go fight, and just retrieve Lucia, on second thought, a feeling of dread swept over Seriya, as both she and Lucia have not returned, and she could just feel Mother Yeliss' anger at her and Lucia. Though something snapped in her mind that got her attention quickly, as she looked to Cain, he had inquired on the Seraph's jobs around the Monastery, a simple question. With a forced official tone, she spoke,

"Well, Seraphs have three roles to the Monastery, our first and biggest role is protect the Sisters, Priests, and anyone on our grounds. Second to that is Demon hunting, protecting those in towns and alike, we go out and handle the demon ourselves instead of any guards and all risk themselves. Third, and finally, when not in combat, Seraphs are Sisters just like Sister Lucia and alike, so we take on their tasks too." By the end of her explanation the "Official" tone had no longer existed, Seriya was horrible at being official, "And please, just call me Seriya. It's a little less blunt then 'Sister' or 'Seraph.' I don't much mind being called by my name.

A sigh came over Seriya as she stood by the back door, 'What is taking Lucia so long?' she thought once more, biting her lip, though her eyes glanced back to the man, and then to the door, an unsettling feeling was coming over the Seraph, as she tinkered with her sword at her hip. She wasn't expecting to hunt a demon with Lucia, usually other Seraphs.... 'Oh gods..... she thought as she looked to the man again, her voice sounding a bit more flustered,

"Young man, we need to spring the trap on this side now. Word that a demon is here has reached the Monastery, and it's been at least an hour, which means a team of Seraphs have most definitely been deployed. We need to drive it to Lucia and Nero immediately before my sisters blow our plan." Without hesitation the seraph moved to the rear door, leaning against the wall, a firm hand against the door, waiting for the man to open the door, where she'll move through from there.

Meanwhile, with Lucia....

Lucia pulled her arm away from Nero, looking him in the eyes, hearing him scold her the way he was didn't help her, she kept her eyes on his as she spoke with him, "Well, Nero, if you think about it, look what happened, you had to muscle the doctor out. Seriya would have risen the same suspicion as you just did, and she'd have to do the same. And if you think about it, I'd be able to get the Doctor out without many qualms, I would raise no suspicion, as one, I have a reputation of healing others. And two, I'm unarmed, which would give a reason to me smiting the blasted thing once more. A patient attacked me, and I defended myself. I'm not as reckless as you may think."

Calming her anger, Lucia took a hard breath, mumbling something under her breath as she followed Nero, knowing Seriya alone could handle at the least distracting the demon for a few moments allowing Nero and herself to close in after. Though her mind drifted to Saga once more, wondering where she went after leading the party here. Yet she brushed it aside as she averted her focus back to the demon, ready to drag back a soul as she hoped to do.

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Character Portrait: Nero Dalmascer Lucifer Character Portrait: Lucia Mirakel Character Portrait: Verdandi Saga Yngiv Character Portrait: Cain Azura Character Portrait: Seriya Verrat

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As Nero made his way to the room the demon was in he seemed to give a brief pause 'Do they even want to be saved? Or am I just projecting what I want to believe?' Shaking his head Nero took a deep breath. 'Start doubting yourself then it's all over do what you believe is right and don't let any one talk you down.' Without skipping a beat he emerge from around the corner until his eyes met with the Chameleon.

"Guess I made it in time to keep you from killing any one else." Nero said doing his best not to immediately draw his sword. "Yeah well that's just temporary until I can kill you." upon hearing Nero's voice the demon leapt onto the bed as it responded to him forcing him to pull his sword about an inch out of it's sheath. "Your not making it easy for me... I don't want to kill you but I can't let you kill any more innocent people."

Shortly after Nero spoke the demon seemed to burst out laughing. "You don't want to kill me? Oh how precious your a moralistic child who doesn't want to admit that there's no hope corruption has taken hold of the world political or land killing emon creating corruption. So give up this notion you have that you can save everyone. Because reality is going to be much harsher to people like you." While the demon talked Nero couldn't help but let his head sag down as he put his sword back to rest on his hip.

"I know full well what reality is like. I have to live in it every day. People are greedy, selfish, and believe that their at the top of the world." Nero said almost quietly though his voice still carried. "Sounds to me like you've had some personal experience. So why are you even..." as the demon began talking Nero cut it off when he charged it though thanks to the demon's inhuman reflexes it was able to avoid him before dashing into the hall and towards the back entrance.

"I'm not trying to save the world or change it many men have tried good men. But I will try to save as many people as I can and if I find out who's responsible for the fall of my home then I'll be more then happy to disappear." Nero added as he approached the cornered demon. "Now then make it easy on yourself and don't struggle other wise it's going to hurt even more." Using his armored hand Nero grabbed onto the tail the demon kept hidden as it whipped in an wide over arching path towards his head. And without missing a beat the young swordsman tackled the demon to the ground putting his own strength against it's.

Rolling around for a good five minutes Nero was able to over power the demon holding it in a choke hold with his armored arm wrapped around it's neck as the tail was coiled around it as he placed his right hand firmly on the demon's head. "I don't know how long this will take but I'm going to need to concentrate. If anyone comes this way please don't let them get close. Also please keep your hand away." He stated before closing his eyes when he was sure he had a good grip on the demon. As Nero began to concentrate he could feel the scar on his chest begin to throb before his entire vision faded to black.


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Blinking Nero began looking around "Books where am I? One second I'm trying to purify the chameleon now I find myself surrounded by a labyrinth of bookshelves." Walking around Nero found himself trying to find some kind of exit or someway to navigate through the sea of books.

"Strange I don't remember this happening with monsters I've used the gift on." As he spoke Nero heard the distant sound scuttling of some kind though he wasn't able to make out just how far. "What the hell is that thing... Well whatever it is my gut is telling me that I don't want to meet it while I'm just aimlessly wandering." He said to himself before diving back into his exploration of the strange labyrinth.

Turning a corner Nero heard a scream "Get away from me! Please won't somebody help me!" cursing under his breath Nero began to run in the direction of the scream narrowly avoiding pushing one of the bookcases over. "Hey if you can hear me tell me where you are or keep making noise!" he called out in reply patting at his hip trying to find his sword before realizing it was no where on his person.

"Damn no weapon what am I going to do when I run into what eve kind of monster is in here?" Nero asked himself as he kept moving towards the sounds of screaming before he ran into who he could assume was Alisa nearly tipping her over. "Oh thank the gods I finally found someone." she said sounding though she were on the brink of tears with a hint of relief. "I guess but can you tell me anything about this place?" Nero asked holding his hand out and pulling the girl back onto her feet.

"Your guess is as good as mine I just woke up here one day and found myself being chased by some kind of lizard like monster saying that it was going to eat me." Hearing that Nero looked behind Alisa which wasn't hard as the top of the poor girls heard barely reach his shoulders. "That explains why my touch hurt it she hasn't completely been taken over." he said to himself before she grabbed him by the wrist and began dragging Nero along. "We can't stay in one place for too long otherwise the monster will catch us and if it catches us it will devour us." Nodding Nero began to follow Alisa.

After running for what seemed like hours and finding himself unable to know where they were Nero slowed down to a jog. "I think we lost it for now. But mind if I ask you something." Out of breath Alisa slowed down as well. "Go ahead I don't see why we can't at least learn a thing about each other while we try to survive." she said giving Nero a bit of a inquisitive look. "But only if I can ask you something in return." she added slowly changing her speed to a brisk walk.

"Fair enough I suppose. Any way my first question. Who are you I mean what's your name? Also how long have you been here?" Nero asked looking back just in case they would have to start running again. "Alisa that's my name I help with the bookstore around town. For your second question I can't really answer because I don't know myself it feels like I've been here for a fairly long time but that can't be right I feel like I just arrived yesterday. What about you what's your name and how long have you been here?" she asked watching as Nero as he didn't drop his guard.

"Well I got here not that long ago though I can't tell because it feels like time is much faster for some reason. And as for my name you can call me Nero... Also we should start running cause that thing is crawling along the bookshelves back there and has just now spotted us." Getting closer Nero quickly grabbed Alisa and flung her onto his back before making off into a dash through labyrinth only stopping to hide in small nooks when they came across them and heading in the opposite direction when the creature passed by.

"There's got to be a way to beat that thing taking it head on is pointless." Nero said though that only earned a scoff from Alisa. "Are you stupid that thing can't be beaten I mean did you even see how big it is I doubt you'd be able to pierce it's hide with out some kind of weapon." she said finally hopping off Nero's back "Thanks for the piggyback though my legs were getting rather tired from running. But yeah there's no way we can beat that thing you's have to find some way to get it to change into a physical form otherwise there's no touching it." she stated walking along side Nero for a while.

"Well that's a way to throw dirt in my eyes." Nero sighed shaking his head after she blatantly shot down his suggestion. "Though we can't keep running forever and these short breaks between it chasing us isn't enough to really get our energy back." Letting out another sigh Nero began rolling his shoulder and despite his current situation he couldn't help but wonder where his sword was.

"This is a bad time for me not to have my sword. Now I can barely defend myself with out it let alone another person." Nero added turning a corner cutting into a long awkward silence while trying to keep an eye peeled for the chameleon like creature. "It's clear time to keep moving." he stated signaling that both the girl and himself could move onward. "This might not be the best time but why are you sticking around me? Wouldn't it be safer if we split up after all it can't chase us both." Alisa spoke up as she tapped Nero on his shoulder.

"I can't really explain it right now. I guess the best way I can answer that is. It's not really interested in me it doesn't think of me as it's prey." Nero replied trying to be blunt about it. "So if I were to take a separate route away from you I wouldn't have to worry about being attacked. But at the same time there is a higher chance that I wouldn't be able to find my way out." he added keeping a steady pace so he wouldn't tire out Alisa.

'Now I just have to find some way to beat it while keeping Alisa safe which will be a challenge.' Nero thought putting his right hand up to his chin as he did the mark on his arm let out a light blue thrumming light not enough to be distracting but noticeable in the low light of the labyrinth. "What's wrong with your arm? It seems to be glowing some how." as Alisa drew attention to it Nero couldn't help but look at what she was talking about. "Huh well that's new. Never thought something like that could happen unless you could use magic but here it is my arm is glowing like a weak torch with blue fire." Nero said with a slightly amused grin on his face.

"Oh I am stupid the answer to beating that thing was right here under my nose this entire time. Though I must admit the light blue glow is not exactly stealthy." There was humor in Nero voice now before he looked at Alisa. "I just remembered why I'm here also how we're going to get rid of that problem that's been chasing us though you may have to go to sleep for this small plan to work." he added giving a small apologetic smile before bringing his hand down onto Alisa's neck effectively knocking her out cold.

"Don't worry I'm not going to abandon you I simply have to hide you and lure it away." Carrying the unconscious Alisa to a dimly lit dead end Nero propped her up against one of the bookshelves. "Now I need to cover you up as best as I can before I handle that chameleon." Walking around Nero began a process of grabbing a stack of books and setting them down in front of Alisa which he would continue to do until he was satisfied with the wall of books he had created blocking the girl from view.

Stepping out of the dead end he brought and hid Alisa in Nero began to run in the direction they came from not stopping once he heard the sounds of claws against wood. "That's right come this way you ugly lizard I've got a treat for you all you need to do is catch me." he said under his breath breaking off into separate paths and slowing down to make sure essence of the demon was still following him. "Hey Chameleon! Last I checked only the deserts in the south were that cracked! There is such a thing as lotion! And if that doesn't help try taking a bath I heard water is really good for the skin!" He called out in a mocking tone 'Great idea Nero piss off it off surely it won't devour you whole.'

Nero continued the process several times he would break off into a branching path only to stop and taunt the Chameleon until he reached a part of the labyrinth that widened out into a circle. [color=#BF000]"Well can't say there isn't enough room to move around in... Though that won't help much if that thing gets a hold of me."[/color] he said to himself lifting both hands in front of him in preparation to fight with his hands.

"I don't know how you were able to drop yourself into this girls subconscious ɳurakot but I will make you regret it after all I physically wasn't able to corrupt you on the outside. But now that you've found a way to link both your mind and this Alisa girl's I won't have to I can do it from the inside." The demon cackled emerging from behind Nero before taking on a more humanoidal form. "I don't think you'll have the chance to do that I mean my body would literally rip you apart even if you were able to get into me through some strange means and what would be left is a shell of flesh empty but still moving around and living with basic functions." Nero retorted with a serious look on his face. "But I'm not here to discuss anything with you I'm here to pull your corruption out of this girl. So will you willingly leave and die without a host or will we have to do this the hard way?"

Snarling the demon lunged towards Nero. 'It's fast.' Nero thought to himself before taking a side step and avoiding the strike all around. 'But Weiss is much faster.' Bringing his right hand up Nero placed a heavy punch to the Chameleon's gut forcing it to lift a few inches off the ground it was on before following up with a heavy back hand causing the beast to reel back several feet before trying to charge again. "Look I'll admit your surprisingly agile for something your size not to mention swift. But Weiss one of your elites I guess is much faster and he was holding back where's your excuse." Nero stated side stepping once more before delivering another heaving punch this time to the demon's side.

As Nero was fighting places where he hit the chameleon with his right hand seemed to start smoking. "What in the nine hells are you how is your touch able to burn me so much. How are you so lethal to demons?" It cried out in pain to which Nero just shrugged and readied himself for another attack. "Fine then I'm jut going to have to kill you and be done with your instant meddling." Keeping it's distance the tail whipped out from behind seemingly learning that Nero's touch could burn it to ashes if he managed to hold onto it with his bare hand.

Grinning at the desperate attempt of an attack Nero went into a more defensive stance as he took the full brunt of the whipping tail. "Kill me you say? The only way you can do that is if you actually learned how to fight." Nero said grabbing the tail as it was lifting away for a second go at him. "Also learn to use your trump card as a last resort it would be more effective." Tightening his grip on the tail Nero began to bring it over his head dragging the Chameleon along with it before slamming it back down.

Prone on it's back the demon began to get up only to be met with Nero's foot on it's chest stepping down with enough pressure to force the demon back down while keeping the tail wrapped around his armored hand. "Now then have you any last words before you bit the dust?" Nero asked bringing his right hand down towards the demons throat. "Yeah watch your back because the master isn't going to take losing one of his demons so easily." The demon said with a smile before Nero placed a tight grip on it's neck which started to sizzle with his touch.

"Duly noted now then may you sleep forever in the nine hells where you belong." As Nero said that the demon began to burn slowly as it's screams filled his ears causing the young man to cringe slightly in discomfort until there was only ash below him. "And that's the end of that hopefully Alisa will return to herself shortly once I leave this place. And I suppose since this is her subconscious it will only seem like one long nightmare." he sighed with relief. 'I also believe I won't remember any of it once I return to my body but I think that's for the best.' Closing his eyes Nero's felt himself become disconnected with Alisa's mind.



Nero's grip fell slack from the now purified girl as both were breathing slowly sleeping rather deeply despite what happened before. Though small patches of corruption still was visible on Nero's body they were already vanishing. However because he was a sleep Nero was unable to realize that in the alley way along with those who accompanied him stood Johnathan and several other Seraph's.

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Verdandi’s right hand flexed slowly, a tentative test to the pain, to see how much it had passed on if at all. She thought perhaps it had, but pain can be deceptive. Because if one freezes for long enough and the injury stings strong enough, the victim can grow temporarily numb, until the pain changes course as a result of any number of things – such as movement. Then it hurts anew.

As it were, the results of her test were of a slightly positive note. The throbbing, though still great, was starting to dim enough that she felt she could leave the alley, which she was thankful for. While the alley offered cover for her, it also could potentially offer cover for more dangerous things. Withholding any whimpering she may have been tempted to release, she stood from her curled up crouch against the wall.

Yes, it was dimming. Soon it would be an ignorable ache once again. She tiredly wobbled back into the streets, ignoring the questionable glances she received from curious passersby. It might have been purposefully, but she realized she was returning to the pharmacist – carefully returning to the pharmacists. She didn’t know if the fight would be over, and if it were she didn’t know who would turn out to be the victor, so for fear of being a demon’s dinner she’d have to tread carefully.

She approached the pharmacy from a distance, she could see it – but kept out of sight herself. There was a commotion, one she couldn’t very well miss no matter how distracting her right hand was. Mainly because the commotion there, one consisting of three separate groups: the demon hunters, the Black Knights, and what appeared to be Seraphs, were drawing a crowd of onlookers. It also looked like the demon hunters were getting taken away for questioning.

“Seriously? Again?” Despite being rather closely associated with the situation at hand, Verdandi made no attempt to be noticed – quite the opposite she renewed her effort to remain unseen. She had little desire to be unofficially arrested again, especially when the cause of such an arrest would be her willingness to assist the greater good as one might call it. Frowning, the beastgirl did try to view the happenings in the center of the accumulating crowd, and almost immediately she regretted that determination. It wasn’t an optimistic sight.

Though the other members of the troupe were well, the man she had wanted to aid in hopes he could aid her was unmoving she realized quite quickly, he may not have even been alive. Her ears fell in clear disappointment, and immediately she began issuing personal – albeit silent – reprimands. She knew better than to hope for the impossible.

She was on the verge of turning away, but just as she was to she saw another body. The body of the demon, no, Alisa. No longer did the girl bear the physical characteristics of the chameleon – though that was unsurprising – but also she lacked the very scent she had initially been tracking. The scent that Verdandi was far too familiar with, as it was one she carried. No longer did she bear the scent of contamination. But, what did that mean? She wanted to know, but she was too scared to find out. Such confliction rooted the beastgirl to the spot and locked her gaze on the former demon.

She was breathing, “She’s alive.”

Flinching at the sound of her own voice, Verdandi awoke from her reverie and quickly checked to be sure that no one heard her thinking aloud. Finding herself in the clear, her gaze turned towards Nero and widened.

He was breathing as well – though still not in any better shape (he still looked half dead to her.) But nonetheless a small glimmer of hope reshaped itself.

That being said that glimmer couldn’t counteract her terror and so she stayed well away from the commotion – in the shadows where she wouldn’t be seen but could still observe, and potentially follow. Though as she thought on her potential plan she realized it was likely to backfire. Either she’d get caught following or they’d go somewhere she simply couldn’t.

Well, that seemed to be a crossroads she’d have to deal with when it came. As it were, she had much confidence in her sneaking skills and had already set her cowardly course of following from far far far away. A skill allotted to her by her superior senses, specifically, her sense of smell and hearing (though her eyes at night were better than most as well, but that didn’t quite apply as of yet).

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Cain nodded at the sister's instruction and hurriedly opened the door and followed her into the hospital as Nero and Lucia confronted the demon. He pushed At Seriya to keep her out of the demons's touch and could only watch as Nero and the demon wrestle down with each other for several long minutes.

To say he was rooting for him was an understatement. But Cain also hoped to keep his money. But it was not meant to be it seemed as Cain watched the changeling be purged and the poor human change back. "Oh come on! I lose my wager and the fact that I didn't not see action?! What else could go wrong?!" he shouted angrily as he turned and saw the gathering of sisters and black knights, Cain paled and realized once more he was possibly detained. Chuckling nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck at the gathering and looking at everyone else who have gathered.

This is the price he paid for being an adventurous mercenary. But If he wanted to be famous, he had to squeeze out the lemons to make the delicious lemonade. But seeing the gathering he had a feeling that life was about to give him a mother of all lemons. He only had two words to say to it. "Uhh, Hi?" his horse, in the back of the crowd only huffed in annoyance. This adventure is going to wear his shoes out.

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With the fight finally over, and the demon purified from the young bookkeeper, all seems to return to normal for Lucia and Seriya... Or so they may believe....




A rush of boots had swiftly pushed in as the door flew open with Seriya swiftly pushing into where the demon was cornered, only to see the purification in the process. It was definitely something she wished to see, as she hadn't realized the red-haired man had pushed her back, of course, any struggle would have been vain, all Seriya could do was watch from behind the red-haired man, though with a bit of a sharp glare at him for being so rough, she was a lady after all. Though, as the purification finished, Lucia quickly took hold of the young girl, quickly healing her of any wounds that remained from her being a chimera. It was growing especially apparent that Lucia's healing was building up, and with another hand, gently above the passed out Nero, with a light hum, she took on his injuries, she had not realized how much cracked ribs hurt, pair it with internal bleeding, and now Lucia felt her injuries especially pile up. Gritting her teeth, Lucia felt her magic reverberate throughout her body, pulsing around each of the wounds her allies had suffered, it was to the point her body and magic itself had turned against her will, it was common when she took on this much that she'd get this feedback. Yet, that became the least of her worries.

Footsteps could be heard coming closer to the small party. Without much hesitation, Seriya moved towards them, tightening the grip on the hilt of her blade as she charged for her opening attack, only to be greeted with at least eight other blades pointed directly at her. Needless to say, Seriya released her grip noticing the blue robes of the other Seraphs, and gave a light smile, which cracked noticing that her own group had been sent for her, a light sentence left Seriya, as she backed up, "Oh... Hello ladies...." It was a mere mutter as the second Seraph walked forward, with her pointed ears noticeable amiss her long blonde hair, and a more voluptuous frame than Seriya or Lucia walked forward, she was a little taller than Seriya, and looked upon the others with her deep golden eyes, resting her butterfly swords back to their sheath. Her voice was official and seemingly annoyed,

"Sister Lucia. Seraph Seriya. You two have directly disobeyed Mother Yeliss' orders. you WILL be coming with us for reprimands." her gaze turned to Nero, Cain, and the young Bookkeeper, her face softened, as she sensed no demonic energy from the three, her voice mirrored the more calm appearance of the woman, "As for the rest of you, we have questions for you, and will be taking you to the Sanctum of Temari. You'll be graciously accommodated, as I am certain you are exhausted from your long day, and especially from the possible battles with the demon." though she had kept an eye on the Black Knights whom arrived with the Seraphs. It was apparent she had little trust in the Black Knights, as an elf, it was understandable. However Seriya almost locked her eyes on them, while her ears were not as apparent, she was half-elf, and had not a clue what would happen from them...

But one thing was known between Lucia and Seriya.... They were going to regret chasing after this demon when they got back to the Monastery....

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Walking up to Nero Johnathan examined him and with a soft smile crept onto his face kneels down. "Looks like your so called "plan" worked now then why don't we do what these nice Seraph are asking and get you to the temple. Now why don't you wake up they can get moving and I can file my report."

Reaching out the the unconscious warrior with the intent to wake him Johnathan couldn't shake the feeling something was off as he could feel a high temperature emanating from Nero's body through his gloved left hand. "A fever. Nero didn't show any sign of illness when we spoke earlier. What on Nirath happened?" In a hurry the knight captain swiftly exposed his hands putting his gloves into his front pocket on his jacket then wiping the sweat from his hands onto his pants before placing one on Nero's forehead and the other on his own.

"This isn't good Nero is running a rather high fever, what ever happened must have caused him to get sick or something." He stated wrapping an arm around Nero's back and hoisting the limp form of Nero up before adjusting and balancing their weight the knight captain looked towards who he could assume was the Seraph in charge of escorting Lucia and Seriya home shrugging off the distrusting stare.

"You can keep starring at me like that until your eyes fall out. I can't change what happened during that war as much as I wish I could." Johnathan said moving out of the back alley to the clinic carrying the six foot Nero along. "Seriously when did you get so tall? Now your even taller then me." He muttered to himself ignoring all the stares coming his direction. "Now then if you would be so kind as to lead the way it would be much appreciated." He pointed out letting the Seraph guide them.



As the monastery came into view Johnathan let out a sigh of relief as his shoulders were starting to get sore from rubbing the armor on Nero's arm. "Thank the gods this plate mail is killing my shoulder." he said not realizing until he looked back letting the priests take Nero inside to allow him to rub his now red skin. "Now that I know Nero's out of the way Leon's kid is being taken care of I need to file my reports now." He stated as he turned to the escorts.

"When Nero wakes up tell him to meet me at the inn before he goes I've got something his dad wanted the boy to have when he turned eighteen." He said as he walked away stopping just before Lucia and Cain. "Can I trust you two to watch over Nero for me. I seriously can't believe he trusted you enough to tell you his dad is the late captain of the group I lead today." Saying his piece Johnathan departed leaving Nero in the capable hands of the priests and priestesses.


Nightmare of the past

Despite being asleep Nero found himself in the uncomfortable predicament though unlike the previous night where he could force himself awake this didn't seem to be the same case he tried to force his will onto his body but he couldn't find the energy. "So much for jolting myself away." he said to himself trying to get a handle of his current situation.

"Last thing I remember I was purifying the demon before I fell unconscious after that... I'm drawing a blank. Some how I just blacked out I can't tell if it really worked or not since I can't force myself to wake up so I may be here for awhile." As Nero looked around he noticed that every now and again he was able to make out shapes or at least the outlines of something else that grabbed his attention.

"What's going on there?" He asked himself attempting to move close until his feet became caught on thick viscous like sludge the brought the young man to a stop. "What is this stuff it making it practically impossible to move... And what are those shapes? they seem all familiar, but where did I see them?" trying to force his way out of the muck like substance Nero soon found that what he wanted and what the goop was aiming for were two separate thing entirely.

The more Nero struggled against the substance the thicker it became and the harder it pulled him back. Let go of me you cursed goop I need to know what's going on!" He shouted trying to pry his legs from the viscous goop that clung to him with seemingly no success.

"Why? What good is knowing?" A voice rang out from seemingly all directions. "If I let you move you'll just be reliving the events from ten years ago. Can you say your willing to go through it more then once and not be torn apart by your emotions?" The childish voice again rang out but in a more mocking nature then a quizzical one.

"The hell are you talking about relive events from ten years ago?" Nero's question just seemed to escape his lips as he spoke. "I don't know watching my home burn was hard enough on me once I can't say I'll be able to handle seeing it a second time." he said with an almost defeated sigh.

"So why do you want to know wheat's going on over there?" The child rang out before the snapping of small fingers resounded echoing off unseen walls in the distance then Nero could feel himself able to move again.

"Wha... Why? How? Okay I'll just get away from here." Shaking his head from what happened Nero made his way towards the shifting outlines but the closer they got the more familiar they became. But it wasn't until he was right on top of them that he noticed where he stood. Looking over Nero hoped he wouldn't be able to verify it but there it was the boar he had shot the arrow still sticking out the side of the skull showing how Nero brought the creature down.

"You've got to be kidding me..." Nero's voice trembled as he forced himself to step away in aw. "Seriously what's going on? If this is a dream I need to wake up because I don't want to be dreaming of this nightmare any longer." But no matter how many times he tried to will himself to move none of his limbs would listen. Instead Nero found himself running along a branch covered path kicking up fallen leaves in his wake.

By the time he was able to catch his breath Nero felt a deep discomfort bubbling at the base of his gut. "Please I don't want to see this again." he cried out until he finally looked up to see what was left of his home town buildings he visited burning to the ground smoke billowing from each window followed by the pained and dying screams of those stuck inside.

As his gaze swept along what was visible of the town Nero almost dropped to his knees when he saw the long streaking blood stained earth. His stomach was doing flips trying to get the young warrior to look away but he didn't seem to be able to force himself to pry his eyes away.

Then as Nero started towards the fountain at the center of town everything began to fade away. Only to find himself back standing above the boar.


Two Days after the encounter with the demon

With a groan Nero began to sit up holding his head "Did I hit my head?" he grumbled trying to get his blurred sight to focus. Though to his own surprise Nero found himself in a bed in an unfamiliar location. "Uh this isn't the alley where I had the demon." he said to himself before waving down one one a priestess. "Excuse me miss but could you tell me where I am?"

Looking at Nero the priestess gave a brief answer "Your in a monastery for Temari goddess of miracles." she stated before excusing herself.

Left in a brief silence Nero began mulling over the events that transpired. 'I don't know how long I was out but last I remember I was holding Alissa who if I remember was a demon at the time.' he thought when suddenly a woman wearing a dress similar to the priestess how ever it seemed to have a more decorative trim to it compared to what he seen.

"You must be the boy our Seraph were talking about the one who seemingly cured that demon. It's good that your awake you had a high fever when the Knight captain brought you here." She said in calm and gentle tone before walking up and placing a hand atop of Nero's forehead.

"Well your fever has gone down significantly your almost back to a healthy temperature." As she said this she tapped Nero's head. "Well if your feeling better I'd like to ask you somethings."

Tilting his head Nero looked rather confused. "I appreciate your hospitality, and I'll answer what I can, but there's isn't much I can tell you that you haven't heard from any one I was with when we hunted the demon." he blurted out swinging his legs off the bed. Slowly standing Nero began to pat himself down straightening the collar on his jacket, and finally realigning the platemail on his arm.

When Nero was done making himself presentable or as close to presentable someone like him could get he turned his attention back to the head priestess. "I'll follow you so lead I'd rather speak to me in your office or something like that." he said walking keeping his hand down to his side. "I take it you took my sword while I was recovering? At any rate when we finish I would appreciate it if you gave it back."

With a nod the holy mother of Temari began to guide Nero out guiding him down the halls towards a large room with a desk in the back. "Take a seat I'll have someone bring in some tea." she said gesturing to the chair in front of the desk.

Nodding at the invitation Nero grabbed the back of the chair sliding it back a few inches before sitting himself down. "I know you said you were going to ask me some questions so before that I'd like to ask some of my own." he stated trying to find a comfortable way to sit in what seemed like a hard wooden chair. "One being what happened to the people who helped me with the demon? Last time I remember seeing them was before I passed out while I was holding the Chameleon."

After Nero sat and began speaking the head priestess simply nodded displaying a patience Nero was unfamiliar with. "I guess you would be worried but please do not fear you'll see them in due time." She said waving her hand as if to dismiss the subject.

"Okay... Second question. who are you? I mean I can see you hold authority in this church but really who are you what's your name?" Nero added not willing to press further less he anger this individual.

"Ah that is rather surprising I thought perhaps Lucia or Seriya would have at least mentioned my name once during your little demon hunt. Very well I am Mother Yeliss a priestess of Temari." Yeliss said hand up turned in a more religious manner. "Now then if I have fulfilled your questions would you mind indulging in mine?"

Holding still Nero simply nodded 'I think Lucia or Seriya might have mentioned her but I may have not been paying attention to it though.' he thought to himself folding his arms. "I will answer to the best of my knowledge but I'm doubtful anything I can say will be helpful to you."

"That has yet to be seen first since you asked me for my name. May I ask you who you are?" At this question Nero almost fell out of his seat.

"Right I completely forgot about common courtesy. My name is Nero Dalmascer Lucifer. My mother Emily Dalmascer was a Dragon Maiden. Before her untimely passing my mother was the current Maiden to an ancient dragon Dalmera who was considered to be the guardian of my village. Also I'm sure you can tell who my father is by the name alone." He said trying to keep it as brief despite showing interest in telling the priestess about who Dalmera is.

"I see so your father is the late captain of the Black Knights I take it. I'm sure he was a great man before his passing. But onto my other questions. Based on the report I read there was a demon in the town how it was able to elude the Seraph is beyond me. But the report Seriya gave me states that you were some how able to "purify" this creature could you elaborate that for me?" As she spoke Mother Yeliss Nero noticed her tapping some paper work on her desk.

"Well I can but I can't... This gift of mine is still a mystery to me I've been unable to find any records from religious books or the history books of anything like it. I mean I just found out that I can bring a Demon back to what it was before. Along side that I seem to have some kind of immunity to the taint that litters the land. Truthfully that's all I know about it." Hoping he gave a satisfactory answer Nero began looking back at the door to the office.

As Yeliss questioned Nero which he answered to the best of his ability. As the hour passed Nero set his emptied cup of tea onto the small plate on her desk. "I've answered all that I could as I said I still have no clue what this "gift" or ability of mine has in store for me. But for now I'll just let fate guide me." He said breaking the silence.

"Very well I'll be sure to have your sword returned to you shortly. But do stay out of trouble when you leave." the holy mother of Temari said guiding Nero out of her office.

As he stood in the hall Nero began stretching his arms above his head letting his sore muscle loosen up. "I guess it's almost time to head back to that place. I truly would like nothing more then to avoid it entirely but I have to see Dalmera and see if she knows anything about what's going on. Also maybe I could ask if they would like to accompany me there." He said with a sigh before following one of the priestesses to the entrance.

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Ears flopped and tail limp, a beastgirl could be easily seen and heard from the roadway staring up into a tree and whining. It was perhaps a strange sight since the parallel road was not often traveled except by visitors to the nearby temple, and those visitors did not often linger in front of a tree – or so close to the temple.

There was of course an explanation for Verdandi’s strange behavior. Simply put: she was insufferably hungry and there were definitely apples in that tree. And she loved apples. What she didn’t love was heights, which could offer explanation why she was whining in front of the tree instead of climbing up it.

If she would simply head back into town she could probably buy something to eat thus eliminating her current dilemma, but then she might miss something. From where she was she could hear and smell when someone came and went from the cathedral. From the town, she could not. Moreover, she had her own reasons for avoiding the city. Thus far her recent memories of the place consisted of monsters lurking in the shadows and in everyday bookstores. Somehow she found that the town was now lacking its normal draw.

Not to mention the guilt that ate away at her – she could potentially return and run into an elderly bookkeeper still waiting for the return of his assistant, the assistant she said she’d return. But here she was two days later and she hadn’t had much luck. Verdandi didn’t know what was happening inside the temple, but she hoped that Alissa wasn’t being harmed. The beastkin knew already, that the girl likely already had suffered enough – subconsciously she rubbed her right arm. She also hoped that the group of misfit demon hunters was also all right.

Or at least better off than her in this moment.

Who was she kidding? They had to be, she doubted that no matter how serious the offense laid against them a group of priestesses would still be kind enough to feed them. And she seriously doubted they’d be anywhere near as bored as she was.

Her patience for this stakeout she had committed to was wearing thin.

Growling, she rested her head against the trunk of the tree and turned her thoughts over in her head, “Should I simply give up?”


Her eyes followed the group of priestesses and knights as they came upon the entrance to the temple, having carried Nero and the afflicted Alissa the entire way. Verdandi had been careful to follow them from a safe, unnoticeable distance. Using the tree line to mask her presence further that distance had reduced drastically, and she could easily pick up any chatter that occurred among the group members – though she didn’t overhear anything very important. Or at least she didn’t deem any of it important.

It wasn’t until they reached the monastery doors that the situation changed. The Knights left. They actually left. Apparently, they weren’t nearly as curious as the priestesses or herself. That or all the questions she wanted answered they already knew the answer to. It was a curious thought that raised more questions than answers, but she pushed those questions aside in favor of finding a better hiding spot. The knights were headed her direction after all.

Silently she worked her way backwards into the shadows of the wood and eventually crouched in some brush situated comfortably behind a tree, easily out of sight. Or at least that was what she had assumed. Yet, as they past by, she could have sworn that the captain, Johnathon, met her gaze.

The resulting nerves made her hair stand on end. For a moment, she was certain that he had seen her – he had look her right in the eyes, yet he didn’t say anything or even acknowledge her. He simply kept on walking. So had he?

This would bother her for hours – she knew it would. But her thoughts turned from the Knight back to the temple doors, which were now closing behind the last of the group.

Leaving her alone in the woods.

Wonderful.


She spent the next forty-eight hours roaming outside the temple; trying from time to time to see if she could spy any clues from any windows. But most windows were beautifully inconvenient. While some of the windows on the upper floors were normal, most of the ones belonging to the lower floors were stained glass and extraordinarily difficult to look through without being indiscreet.

Once or twice she thought to sneak into the building, but she could sense that the place was well monitored and moreover, she had little luck finding any place she could use as a potential entrance.

Perhaps, the thought it was a church and that it may be open to visitors never occurred to her. Or perhaps she was too fearful of being recognized as a part of the group of demon hunters and therefore interrogated to try walking in the front door. Although, admittedly, she didn’t actually know what was happening to the group within so she couldn’t state with complete confidence that was what was happening. Still, she could assume so.

Nonetheless, nothing changed that she was too fearful to enter or come any closer to the temple and too stubborn to give up her stakeout, so here she was starving in front of an apple tree. Her already drooping ears fell further and subconsciously she pushed her lower lip out further than it already was as she pouted. Her amber eyes analyzed the branches above her. She could reach those, but the apples lay above them, and she wasn’t quite that tall.

Still…she could climb up them. No no no!

“That’s a horrid idea.” Verdandi shook her head, but her stomach it seemed disagreed with her head. “…I guess it’s not that high…”

Taking a moment to turn the idea over in her head, she stole a glance at her surroundings. There wasn’t anyone around to see her should she fail – that provided safety to her pride. However, what if she got stuck?

GROWL!

Her hand shot up and gripped the nearest bough in answer to her belly’s hungry plea. With a slight leap she hoisted herself up, kicking against the trunk in support as she did so. She was soon seated a good six feet above the ground and in easy reach of a single golden apple, which she wasted no time in plucking and wolfing down. And it was delightful. However, after so long without easing her hunger pains, such teasing only increased her hunger and drove her higher in search of more.

By the time she had ate her fill, she was much too high. A good twelve feet from the ground, a glance down was all it took to freeze her to the tree.

Oh, she was stuck. And she’d likely remain stuck until someone got her down.

“Oh dear…”

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It was two days after the incident with the Demon and after Cain's own interrogation, he stuck around the town by living in the local inn. He wanted to learn more about Nero, and if potentially if he could potentially join whatever adventure he might provide. It may sound like a detour from his own personal quest, but he was a mercenary. The first thing about being a mercenary is that he had to work for his money, and his work was battle.

So he was now waking up and stretching like he was a bear after a long winter's nap. Cain did a couple of test swings upon his greatsword before looking out the window and seeing Nero being lead by one of the Priestesses to the entrance through his window. He hurried to gather his things and check out and grab Belzedar.

When he did most of these things, he approached Nero and gave a friendly wave. "Yo! Mister Nero! You want the Ten gold you won from our little wager? I'm more then willing to give it, and my services to you!" he shouted as he approached him. "My sword and services are yours. Where you go I will go. Besides, what better adventures await us?"

He was about to say more in his little speech, like say they could help each other out in whatever personal quests they had. However, Cain was interrupted by the sounds of rustling in a nearby apple Tree. "What the fel?" he thought as he stared towards the tree. Then he heard the soft voice of someone in there.

"Uhh, Nero? I think someone is up the tree. he remarked as he tried to figure out who it was through the leaves.

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With the encounter resting behind the two young Priestesses, Lucia and Seriya face their inevitable punishments....




The walk home escorted by the Seraphs was unpleasant to say the least, as Lucia and Seriya both feared what was to come of them as they DID disobey direct orders, well, to a degree. It was apparent that Lucia had enough wit to understand what she had done, whereas Seriya, well, most Seraphs and Sisters understood she was a reckless idiot that would charge headlong to fight a demon she hadn't the slightest of idea of. But none the less there were punishments to get to, and both dreaded it. Barring a quick chat, the walk was quiet, and the party finally reached the Monastery.

The next two days were unpleasant for Lucia and Seriya, as their punishment began, starting with a simple apology to both the patron deity of the Monastery, and Mother Yeliss, to rigorous work handling crates, washing animals, moving injured, and alike, which almost killed Lucia, as physicality was her enemy that day with her injuries, to a single day confined to their separate rooms. While it wasn't necessarily a horrid punishment per se, it still felt horrid, as they both hurt from their working earlier, not to mention Lucia was still pretty well injured from her own magic, paired with the sore muscles from said escapade, and now more sore muscles from the labour she was assigned, Lucia remained mostly bedridden that second day.

Whereas Seriya hadn't felt as much pain in sore muscles and injuries. She was athletic enough that the lifting, running, and what-have-you were not even noteworthy. Though one of the tasks she had to do, seemed in her mind, to be pure evil to make anyone do, and that was to tend to several children's dolls. As she did that task, which ranged from a simple cleaning, to sewing, and even playing with them to entertain the child, she seemed stiff, and on edge the whole time. As she couldn't stand dolls, and in fact is scared of said dolls.

Yet the days had ended. While Lucia wasn't in perfect health, she was in much better condition than the days prior. The morning started with her typical morning routine. After, of course she puts on her Divine Vestments, a Plain white dress, ending at the middle of her thighs, allowing for easy movement for her, as she does run around like mad, as she handles her normal chores, and tends to everyone's health, along with a cloak which rested across her shoulders and extended to her hips, giving a more gentle appearance, added with a coat-tail beginning at her waist, along with sleeves that end roughly to where her arms meet the shoulder. It's mildly altered from a normal sister's gown, which was a longer dress, with bits of gold to it, symbolizing the Goddess, whereas Lucia's was purely white, minus the few gold pieces which mainly rest by her chest, and the Insignia of the Goddess Temari, which is a brass-colored bird against a brighter yellow sun in a manner that appears to be flying away from it. The Golden Phoenix as one calls it, which is what one would see and know that Temari is near. Moving along, Lucia noticed Mother Yeliss and Nero walking to the entrance, and soon swooped in to tail the two, curious as to what they were talking about. Soon she heard several words that made her heart almost skip a beat,

"Also maybe I could ask if they would like to accompany me there."

Almost immediately she rushed to a sprint to her room, as she had found a way from the Monastery, accompanying Nero to help everyone she can. As she burst through her door, hastily packing a bag of what little belongings she had, she wasn't much for material items, and soon rushing out, and meeting Nero at the entrance, not even changing from her divine vestments, holding a light brown leather bag, packed roughly, it's obvious that she packed in a hurry, as she came up, looking to Nero and Mother Yeliss, "I wish accompany Sir Nero. I've seen what he does, and see that his goal is like mine, to aid those in need." Her words were cut off by her hastened breath, as her determined eyes kept their gaze, with Mother Yeliss returning a almost sharp gaze,

"And what makes you think I'd let you, a simple Sister, go along with a man you've only a day's knowledge on?"

"Because..... Um....."

"It's that uncertainty that worries me, Sister Lucia. You're quick to rush forward and help others." A heavy sigh left Mother Yeliss' lips as she rubbed her temple, "Much like Seraph Seriya. You too rush into danger, without thinking ahead and not knowing what could happen."

"Ah...." Lucia's eyes turned away with her head, knowing that those words were true, and it hurt, as she thought that she'd be able to help those who needed it, though a third voice entered,

"Who said she'd run in alone?" Seriya replied, with a slight smile, with a bag in hand as well, "Mother, we both know that even though you've said no, that it won't stop us. Even if it means I pull Lucia by her wrist with me. I hate to say that, but you know that statement is beyond true. And if it'll ease your mind I'll go with her. That way, if danger lurks--"

"That does not ease my mind one bit that you'll be there. Seraph Seriya... But you're truthful in that statement. I cannot stop you, you'll go anyway. As much as I wish to say no, I cannot. As it'll just mean you'll leave without a farewell. Yet, I ask one thing, when this quest is over, I want you two to return. Am. I. Clear?"

"Yes, Mother Yeliss, I shall return with haste when I can. And I'll bring Seriya along."

"Then, let Temari's light guide the both of you. And please, come home safe."

With that, Lucia and Seriya's journey begins, with many twists to come. Some sooner than others....

As the two walked with Nero, they were caught up to with Cain, whom remarked on the bet he set earlier. With a sigh from Lucia and a laugh from Seriya, though their attention was drawn aside,

"Uhh, Nero? I think someone is up the tree"

Lucia looked to the tree, noticing Saga, and kept her eyes on her, her voice showing concern for the young wolfkin,

"Lady Saga, do you require assistance?"

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As he was about to step through the door Nero looked back when he heard the familiar voice of Lucia saying that she would like to accompany him, followed by some worrying statements from Mother Yeliss only to be countered by Seriya. Worrying he might get whiplash should anyone else add a comment Nero simply looked back to the door.

"If this is all settled we'll head out as soon as we're all stocked up for the trip." Nero said opening the door where he was greeted by Cain saying something about the bet he made before saying he would also be accompanying them."Wait you were serious about that bet? You realize if I wasn't able to draw out that corruption we could have died right." he said in a rather shocked tone. "I honestly thought you were just trying to lighten the heavy mood back then. Though I will admit if that was the case it would have been some really dark humor." Shaking his head Nero looked in the direction everyone's attention had been drawn to. And to his surprise he noticed Saga clinging to a branch as though her life depended on it.

"How'd you get up there?" Nero asked with a hint of amusement in his voice despite concealing a smile. "Honestly why did you climbed up that high without thinking of how you were going to get down? Unless you intended to fall and hurt yourself." As he walked towards the tree Nero examined the branches before he grabbed one, and a fair bit of effort he pulled himself up while keeping an eye on the beastgirl who had gotten herself stuck.

After a minute of grabbing branches and shaking afew apples onto the ground Nero finally reached a point where he sitting next to the branch Saga was stuck. "Seriously how did you even get this high? I didn't know wolf beastkin could climb." He said amusingly before hooking his legs to the branch he was sitting on and stretching out his hand to get the beastgirl's attention "You'll have to be a little calmer though while you use me as a human ladder, unless you want us both to end up tumbling to the ground." Saying that piece Nero kept his hands out stretched as he swung his upper body down. "And can you make it fast? It would be very much appreciated I don't want too much blood rushing to my head while you make you decision on if you'd prefer to stay up here or not!"



After the days event with Saga, Nero couldn't help but observe his new friends. "At least everything won't be boring." he said smiling to himself. "Any way most of you already decided to come along with me but I would like to ask any way. This trip is going to be long and I can't really rely on myself forever, so I'm asking would you four like to accompany me travelling across this land?" He asked palming his sword waiting for the answer. "Should you want to come along I welcome you with open arms, and should you refuse I will understand and hope to meet you again someday."

Stepping back Nero let out a sigh "Now that that's out of the way I should probably tell you where I intend to go first don't I?" he asked bringing his armored hand to his chin. "So how do I put it I'm intending to go to a place I haven't been to for quite some time ten years to be more precise, it's the place I grew up and well...." Nero began only to trail of when he tried to bring up the topic of his destroyed home, fearing that negative emotions were showing in his eyes he turned his head slightly making it harder to see into his eyes. "Well you'll see once we get there why I'm a bit skeptical about returning there right now. But Dalmera is possibly the only one I know that can tell us what's going on and how to stop it."

Clicking the heels of his feet together Nero began walking away only slowing to wave at the bookkeeper and his assistant Alisa. And when one of the knight who had accompanied Johnathan approached. "Nero I take it that captain says to give you this and a message, and he regrets that he couldn't be here when you woke up." reaching into a small satchel the young knight handed Nero a parcel with a letter. "Ah thank you I'll open it as soon as I can, and when you see Uncle John next time tell him I said thanks and if he ever get's time off head to the town where my father is buried in he'll know where it is." and with a salute the knight departed.

'That king so demanding even though he hasn't even reached his thirties yet.' Nero shrugged looked at the parcel he was given before tucking it away, and opening the letter given along with it. 'Nero you wouldn't believe how surprised I was to see how big you've gotten your much taller then your father was that's for sure, I still remember when you were just a young lad trying to hold a sword for the first time, man your father almost exploded with rage "My child should not learn swordsmanship, I don't want him to become a killer like we were during that blasted war." I remember him saying to me when I visited the next day. Man he was steaming I guess he saw a big portion of himself in you. Funny I guess you and I both miss your old man Leon. But I'm trailing off now, I originally decided to write this because I didn't have time to speak with you in person. You should have received a parcel with this letter when you get the chance open it. It's the last gift from your parents I kept it safe so you could have it when you turned twenty, yeah it's a year late but now that it's in you possession you can do what ever you'd like with it. Don't stop being who you are and I'll see you soon sincerely Johnathan Daamnile. P.S. Try not to get yourself killed by any more demons your father would come up from the grave and kill me if that were to happen to you.'

With a soft sniffle and a wide smile Nero crumpled up the letter and set it in his bag along with a multitude of varying books and cases of potions. "Curse you Johnathan I was hoping not to think about my dad until I got to his grave when I see you next time I'm seriously going to punch so hard you'll be seeing stars for a week." he said sounding as though he was barely able to sleep despite being unconscious for two days. "Well we should head out no need to stall any longer."

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"Ha! If you go as far as Valsir Province my friend, you'll find that even a joke can be both humorous and serious. Besides, I have plenty of gold from my last few jobs." Cain stated with a small smile. Then he watched Nero go and assist Saga down from her accidental perch. Then Nero gave his speech and Cain smiled even wider.

"Well! We best get started! I said I'm your man as you won the Bet, and my services! Besides! You'd be alone with three beautiful women! You need some masculinity in this group! And I am the picture of Masculinity!" Cain declared as he chuckled a bit. And this was how Cain Azura cemented his place as another one of Nero's companions.

As he walked with the group they were stopped by a Knight who gave Nero a letter from the head of the Black Knights. As well as a parcel. Cain observed his new friend read the letter and watched as Nero sniffled. Cain made no inquiries, he would find out when they reached his old home. Cain nodded when he said no delays were to be made.

"Right Nero! Ladies! We're off! To a grand adventure of unknown promises!" The Swordsman shouted as his horse nudged him. "Belzedar, I swear by all the Dragons I can name, I do not have sugar for you!" the Horse didn't seem to care. It just wanted to mess with its master.

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She felt dizzy, staring at the branch she held in her iron grip and the distant ground below her. Verdandi had at one point tried not to look, thinking it might help dislodge her from her place in the tree, but alas closing her eyes led only to a momentary loss of balance that might have sent her tumbling towards the ground if she hadn’t opened them a second later. In the end, all she had managed thus far was to make noise enough to alert passersby to her presence in the tree. Both a good and a bad thing, she supposed.

Her ears twitched towards the sound of footsteps and for a moment she tried to glance in their direction. She only caught a partial glance of the approaching party before fumbling with her balance again, however that fleeting glance and her sharp nose and hearing told her just who it was. Why, it was the ragtag bunch of demon slayers she had been patiently waiting for. They were discussing something concerning a bet as they walked towards the city, that is, until the conversation turned towards her.

"Uhh, Nero? I think someone is up the tree"

That statement, spoken by the mercenary, directed all their attentions to the unfortunate beastkin stuck in the tree, who may or may not have flushed in embarrassment at being caught.

"Lady Saga, do you require assistance?" Verdandi cringed at being questioned so directly by the priestess – and perhaps at the unfamiliar label ‘lady’. For a moment, she remained silent but eventually she did offer a quiet and extremely vague answer.

“Uh…well…hmm.”

By this point, it was Nero’s turn to speak, "How'd you get up there?" The question as well as the amused undertone that Verdandi couldn’t help but notice only made her embarrassment worse. Especially, since her answer wasn’t a good one. "Honestly, why did you climb up that high without thinking of how you were going to get down? Unless you intended to fall and hurt yourself."

The beastgirl’s reddened face turned towards the now approaching man, an disconcerted scowl alighting it, “O-of course not! I just…uh…huh?” Her short-lived tirade was interrupted as she observed the warrior start climbing the tree. He reminded her a little of a bull in a china shop since his armor did little to aid him and more to stress the boughs and knock down plenty of apples. Verdandi blinked once or twice while she watched the apples fall before pouting, “…Where were you ten minutes ago?”

In another moment’s time, Nero was seated at the same level as her, an action that made her own perch tremble and sent her into a momentary panic, yet she found that having someone so close was also a comfort. It merely meant if she did lose her balance, someone could catch her. "Seriously how did you even get this high? I didn't know wolf beastkin could climb."

“…I was hungry.” Her voice was just a little whinier than she might have intended. But it was the truth of the matter.

"You'll have to be a little calmer though while you use me as a human ladder, unless you want us both to end up tumbling to the ground." A…human ladder? Her eyes flashed with confusion and curiosity and her head cocked to the side. People have helped her down before, but never using such a method. She glanced towards his outstretched hand, but flinched and almost snatched his shirt for fear he was falling out of the tree when he swung himself down. She counted her blessings that she hadn’t actually grabbed him, otherwise they probably would have gone tumbling to the ground. "And can you make it fast? It would be very much appreciated I don't want too much blood rushing to my head while you make you decision on if you'd prefer to stay up here or not!"

The beastgirl flushed, feeling slightly miffed by his amusement with her predicament, but alas still wasted no time in crawling – awkwardly, mind you – down her human ladder. As she descended she quietly whined her thanks.


The group was now back in the small town where they first met. Instinctually she still felt a little uncomfortable; after all, this was also where she first encountered the demon. Nonetheless that was no longer here nor there and reason told her the danger was no longer present.

Now Nero was talking about his journey, "Any way most of you already decided to come along with me but I would like to ask any way.” Wait, most of them had already agreed? Somehow, Verdandi found this somewhat surprising. Especially when one considers two of the four were a priestess and a seraph. How curious. “This trip is going to be long and I can't really rely on myself forever, so I'm asking would you four like to accompany me travelling across this land?"

Verdandi’s head cocked to the side while she mulled over the pros and cons of joining Nero on his adventure. There were many of both, travelling in groups was generally safer than travelling alone, and she might enjoy the company and security. Moreover, this man had the potential to save her. Subconsciously, she crossed her arms. However, he also may not be able to. Verdandi didn’t truly understand how his ability worked and she knew little of the man that possessed it. Her initial impressions of him have been nothing but positive. Still, who could say what would happen if she were to be revealed. Moreover, whose to say his quest wouldn’t be abnormally dangerous? And if it were, she’d be more a bane than a boon.

Verdandi realized he had been speaking and she may have been rudely ignoring him, but to her defense she had many things to consider. She did however catch the tail end of his speech; apparently, his goal was his hometown and someone by the name of Dalmera, who apparently knew more about the corruption than she or he did – and admittedly her curiosity was peaked at the thought of learning more about her own ailment. However, she was unsure whether she had the strength both physically and mentally to take up the mantle of ridding the world of all the contamination that had infested it. That kind of quest – that kind of responsibility was beyond the reach of someone who couldn’t even do anything about her own arm.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a young knight who had stopped the walking group right in front of the bookkeeper and Alisa’s, who she noted with great optimism had recovered, book store. He carried with him a parcel and a letter addressed to Nero. For a moment, Verdandi had to fight the urge to read the letter from over his shoulder, her curiosity egging the impulse on, but eventually she gave in to the proper etiquette of allowing Nero his privacy.

Besides, she found herself busy avoiding eye contact with the bookkeeper that kept sending her conflicted glances. It made her uncomfortable to know someone knew her secret – though she hadn’t verbally confirmed it. She much preferred knowing other people’s.

"Curse you Johnathan,” The beastgirl was startled out of her musings by Nero’s own remark. A quick glance towards the young man and Verdandi realized she couldn’t quite understand why he was cursing his old friend, after all: He had a bittersweet smile on his face. That didn’t usually prompt cursing, did it? “I was hoping not to think about my dad until I got to his grave. When I see you next time, I'm seriously going to punch you so hard you'll be seeing stars for a week." Verdandi frowned for a moment, confused by the violent intentions from what she had thought to be a rather kind man. Until, that is she realized his intention did not arise from negativity as much as playfulness. Still, she made a mental note not to mention his dad until she was certain they were on pleasant grounds.

After his little outburst, Nero turned back towards the rest of the group and spoke once again. "Well we should head out no need to stall any longer."

She supposed he was right; it was time to make a decision. The beastgirl could sense that whatever decision she made, her future had already become unavoidably tied to this man’s mission. Perhaps, she could avoid it for a while but – her arm throbbed – not forever. Plus, she was curious. And when had curiosity ever killed anyone?

Better not answer that question – "Right Nero! Ladies! We're off! To a grand adventure of unknown promises!" Verdandi watched Cain for a moment, amused by his enthusiasm she grinned. "Belzedar, I swear by all the Dragons I can name, I do not have sugar for you!" Her grin quickly grew to a poorly hidden giggle. At the very least, this would be an entertaining adventure.

“I suppose…I could join you.” She cleared her throat and walked somewhat ahead, “I’m travelling in that direction anyhow…” She blinked once before realizing her folly and turning awkwardly back towards Nero, “Um…that is. Which way are we headed?”

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With their journey beginning, Seriya's horizon expands once more, whilist Lucia's freedom (If that's what you'd call it) has only just begun.


T'was a sight indeed, a Wolf stuck in a tree. Not a cat, but a Wolf. Granted said wolf was a beastkin by the name of Saga, whom likely had gone up there to either get a view of her surroundings, or to get one of the many apples in said tree. Most likely the latter of the two in Lucia's mind, as she watched Nero knock countless poor apples from the tree, as he was wearing a fair amount of armour, that with a weapon and what-have-you. She watched the young man climb and then become a human ladder for her. It was easy to say this was going to be an interesting journey. Though Seriya laughed, as she rested her left hand on her hip, watching Nero contort to being upside down, and spoke,

"You know, Nero, I could have jumped up there, and just come down with Miss Saga, Right?" though her red eyes turned to the Mercenary, whom made the comment about him being the "Image of Masculinity." Whereas Lucia simply laughed at the comment, it seemed to strike a bit of a nerve with Seriya, it was apparent to her that he was showing off, and her words showed that annoyance, "Oh, Mister Mercenary, the way you're showing off MUST mean you're compensating for something~♥" while her tone turned playful by the end, it was apparent Seriya had some notion of annoyance at the poor man. Though she was promptly bumped by Lucia, in a way to discreetly say "hush."

Speaking of, as Belzedar harassed Cain once more, Lucia walked to the man, lightly laughing at the duo, they were definitely an amusing pair, though reaching into her bag she took out a few sugar cubes, she kept them on her for patients, as it was something to focus their senses on rather than what is wrong with them, without even a word, she took Cain's hand, and gently placed the sugar cubes in his palm, her words were light, keeping sure she got across the kind tone, while keeping her voice above the debacle, "Now you do have sugar for him, Sir Cain."

Yet both Seriya and Lucia's attention was brought back into town once more. At this point, Lucia and Seriya felt at edge, having been escorted out by Seraphs with an unconscious person had stirred rumors around the small town about the two, Lucia most of all, having been escorted out twice did not look good for what remained with her reputation, though a light smile to the young Bookkeeper's assistant, Alisa was given from Lucia. Though as one of the Black Knights had come to deliver a message to Nero, something crossed Lucia's mind, 'Hold on... Dalmera? I feel like I know this name from somewhere....' as he read his letter, Lucia stepped aside into the store, looking for a book she had seen earlier, as she had grabbed it during the first fight against the demon, with a quick look she picked it up, thumbing through she found it. 'Dalmera... Wait. He's asking a DRAGON?! Nero... Wants to talk.... To a Dragon.... closing the book she placed it back on the shelf and regrouped with Nero and the others. Right when Nero spoke once more, followed by Saga

"Well we should head out no need to stall any longer."

"I suppose…I could join you... I’m travelling in that direction anyhow… Um…that is. Which way are we headed?"

With that, Lucia smiled, along with Seriya, she felt that she could trust those in front of her, and that they could accomplish any trial ahead of them. Yet Seriya cut her thought off,

"Well, Let's go then!!"

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"Oh right location. We're heading towards the Sliventra mountain range." Nero said in response to Saga's question point towards the west. "The mountain range itself is west of here, but the river my hometown sat near is to the north. The trip itself will take a few days on foot from here to there." he added before looking at Cain and his horse.

"However on horse back we could get there in maybe a full day and a half. Perhaps we should pay for a coach..." Nero started though mid thought cut himself off shaking his head. "Actually that won't work. The mountain passage is far too narrow for a coach, and only barely big enough for a horse to walk along comfortably." He said tapping his foot on the ground before finally making up his mind. "We better stock up on provisions for the hike west." And with that he went off towards the market ignoring any rumor he heard whispered about him.

Untying the coin purse from his belt Nero quickly went through until he stopped at one of the stalls where he was able to spend several pieces of silver to get enough water skins to last about a week. "What should I cook... Ah I know..." Tossing his coin purse back and forth from one hand to the other while walking from stall to stall picking out different ingredients with a practiced eye. "Perfect these will do just fine for the meal I have planned." he said to himself as he tied the food into separate wrapping before putting them into his bag careful to not crush anything important and rearranging the potions he bought some time ago so they sat on top.

Now with shopping out of the way Nero looked towards his friends "Before any of you crack a joke about how me getting ingredients to cook. I'll just say this, poke fun at it and you'll just have to go hungry." he said smiling as he walked off to the entrance of the city patting his bag along the way not even acknowledging the people around him before he reached the main road.



Looking down the path Nero tried to keep his attention on the destination 'Certainly has been a long time since I've been on this road... No it's been a long time since I've been on this road heading home.' he thought to himself until he realized his left arm had begun swinging around in random directions as though it were trying to hit something with a sword an action that only gained a sigh from the young warrior.

"Right on towards the Sliventra Mountain range. Quick warning to those who haven't been out that far, there are a lot of sheer cliffs you can fall from." Nero said pulling himself from his revelry. "Also once you get through the mountain's pass there's a forest bordering the ocean to the west. We will want to get through that forest as quickly as we can no stopping to make camp." He added taking a deep breath.

"Finally if you happen to hear a howl coming from the trees I can't stress this enough run. Dire Wolves have jaws that are strong enough to tear platemail to ribbons but they're not exactly swift and their eye sight is rather poor, since they rely more on their sense of smell to lock onto their prey. And don't even try telling me you can take on a Dire Wolf, they hunt in packs."

Rubbing his shoulder Nero marched on towards the west trying to keep his mind occupied with thoughts other then past events. 'Let's see I should have all the ingredients for the dish I want to make tonight and I can always go hunting to replenish what we go through. Now when should I read my new book, maybe while the sun is setting or after I finish cooking, or it's possible for me to pull it out and start reading right now... Nope not a good idea reading would just distract me and cause me to trip.' he thought tossing several ideas around in his head as he moved along the road Nero kicked aside little rocks that had been knocked loose by wagons, horses, and carriages coming an going from the town.



Weiss


Using the shadows from his black cloak to obscure his face Weiss continued observing the small town he was sent to confirm if it was ready. "Certainly a promising place for master's chaotic dominion to grow." he said with his deep crimson eyes scanning the area for any potential demon he could present to his lord.

"Hey elf what do you think your doing here?" A large male stated grabbing a much smaller framed elf by his shirt before tossing him aside and spitting while the elf tried to scrambled back to their feet. "Now get back to your tree villages or hide in a forest that's what your kind is good at." spitting again at the elf the larger human started to walk away.

"Promising human there, but that elf... That elf is certainly harboring some extremely negative emotions perfect for maturing seeds." pulling his arm out of the cloak Weiss held out a strange serrated item that was emanating a dark aura from base to tip and with a grin started making his way towards the dirtied elf hiding the strange object back into his cloak while extending the opposite hand.

"Must be tough being an elf in a human dominated society. I can't say I'd be able to understand how your kind are feeling but I can empathize and I would like to help... All you would have to do is extend your hand, then not even the gods above will be able to with stand your might." Weiss said with a near cheshire like grin on his mostly hidden face watching as the elf tried to make his decision.

His grin would only grow wider as the young elf took Weiss' hand "Wise choice my elven friend." and with a fluid motion he brought out the seed before jabbing it straight into the elf's chest with enough force to break skin. Watching as black veins appeared on the elf Weiss began to speak once more as shadows began to swirl around his feet "As I promised now your power is going to be greater then even the gods. Let this corruption consume you and be reborn as a demon, devour you foes, and spread this corruption till it engulfs the entirety of this cursed world."

With his job done and a new demon about to be born Weiss allowed the shadows to take him away. Looking up Weiss began removing the cloak "I have done as you told me master. Now we need only wait for the newly born demon to mature and begin spreading your corruption even further." He stated dropping to one knee and bowing his head. "Very well you may rest now, you must regain your strength as from my understanding you were injured by your counterpart during a battle you initiated." The mysterious voice rang out from an unseen location.

"But it was only a shoulder wound I doubt it's..." Weiss started only to be cut off by an ominous boom as his mysterious mast brought their hands together. "Don't argue with me. One injury will be more then enough to topple even the greatest of giants. Heal and rest I have plans for you later." with a dismissing wave Weiss gave a bow until his master was no longer in view.

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He saw the sugar cubes the priestess gave to hIm. "Oh now you've gone and spoiled him." the Mercenary swordsman said with a frown but sighed and gave the cubes to the eager horse. "Don't say I never heeded anything from you. And say thank you to the Priestess by letting her ride you every once in awhile."

Cain listened to Nero's instructions and looked at Belzedar then back at Cain. He was one of the best horsemen in his village, so he had some confidence in navigating this mountain pass "I'm sure I can be able to lead Belzedar the right way." Cain stated. "In my village I was ranked number one horse rider." he smirked slightly at his boast and nodded vigorously. Belzedar rolled its poor eyes.

Then he finally realized what Seriya said in response to his statement of masculinity. Almost immediately, his face turned redder then his hair. "Oy Oy! Where did you pick up such statements?!" he asked in an embarrassed tone. "Such words shouldn't be spoken to by a Priestess! It's vulgar!" Nothing more was said out of Cain as the group started on their long journey westward.

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When Cain heard Nero talk about their next destination he perked up. "Okay, mind the cliffs. Gotcha. You got all that Belzy?"

The horse only nickered at him as Cain gave a small smirk. But then came the statement of the dire wolves. Cain swallowed rather nervously. "You mean, bigger then normal wolves? The ones not entirely afraid of fire?" Cain asked as he rubbed his temple. "My bloodline would stop rather immediately in a dire wolf's stomach, so thanks for the warning Nero."

After he said that his anxiety returned in the form of a quivering right hand. It was itching to draw Beltharion at the first sign of trouble, but Cain had to keep his wits together as he journeyed on with the small band."This is going to be a really long next few days to Nero's hometown. he thought silently.

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"Oh right location. We're heading towards the Sliventra mountain range." Verdandi’s ears stood at attention when she heard their destination. It was hard not to be attentive. She knew that mountain range. She had documented a part of it before. "The mountain range itself is west of here, but the river my hometown sat near is to the north. The trip itself will take a few days on foot from here to there." Though, admittedly she had never ventured quite that far north or near the river – that was wolf country. Wolf country that she – even as a wolf-en beastkin – had never dared ventured. Rather it was because she was so closely related to the landlords that she knew better than head into that place.

How ironic, she would wander purposefully into corrupted land but not the land of a cousin of sorts.

Nonetheless, her tail and ears betrayed her by cowering at the thought of where she had just agreed to go and what she had just agreed to face: Dire Wolves. Still, she wouldn’t back out – not after she had already agreed. She was too stubborn for that, and though she wasn’t above a secret or two, she wasn’t a liar. She listened as Nero debated with himself over whether or not they should head by foot or wheel. Verdandi, knowing the area at least a little, knew his final decision even before Nero had said it. After all, a coach couldn’t handle the mountain roads – nor could it effectively navigate between the many wolf packs and their territories (or outrun one like she could on foot…then again few things could).

"We better stock up on provisions for the hike west." Verdandi paused for a while at the wisdom of Nero's words. As a traveler herself, one would think she was rather well practiced at preparing for travel. Yet, she always found herself wondering what all she would need except for ink and parchment, which were the tools of her trade, until she needed them - and by then it was usually too late. Then again, beastkin often preferred to live off the land anyhow, so perhaps this was the indirect reason for her thoughtlessness.

Nonetheless, she did quickly check her pack and decided that her funds were sufficient, but she could perhaps use some more parchment. So, though she did follow Nero as closely as she could through the marketplace, she made her own way towards some merchants that could assist her with her own needs. She found one with relative ease, though the woman was a bit of a...how to say, hardass, as she refused to haggle over her set price. Eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched, and tail twitching, Verdandi ended up paying the asking price, before catching up with Nero just as he finished his own purchases and had turned to face his companions. "Before any of you crack a joke about how me getting ingredients to cook. I'll just say this, poke fun at it and you'll just have to go hungry."

Verdandi tilted her head to the side, most of her earlier irritation falling to the wayside as her curiosity rose in power, "You cook?" Admittedly, it was a surprising notion to her, that a man - a warrior no less - would be a cook. Though, on the other hand, there was nothing like a home cooked meal to strengthen the body. Despite the latter notion, however, Verdandi couldn't shake her doubt that the young man could cook well and as it stood she couldn't help teasing him or pressuring him for that matter, "Then, I'll be looking forward to it." Verdandi smiled innocently and turned away, "But please - do your very best, beastkin have a very sensitive pallet you know."


Beastkin have always felt most at home in the wilderness. It's an aspect of their nature. And from the moment Verdandi stepped outside the town and ventured away from its teeming population she had been temporarily contented. It was with a slight skip in her step that she wandered from left to right on the path, sniffed the perfumed air, and listened to the chirping of birds and insects - memorizing her surroundings by both scent and sound.

Her meandering was only interrupted as she passed by Nero for the fourth - maybe fifth - time and narrowly avoided being knocked to the ground by his flailing sword arm. "Eep!" For a moment, she eyed the offending limb, wondering if perhaps that was some form of revenge for her earlier teasing - but quickly deciding that was most likely not the case since he seemed almost as surprised as she was by its erratic movement. An odd tick then? Curious.

Up until this point the group, save the Cain and his horse, which seemed the most personable animal in the group as it pestered the mercenary most of the way thus far, had been strangely silent. It was likely that no one here was really quite use to one another or the situation yet. However, Nero - as was usually the case - broke the silence and led the way in finally beginning a dialogue. "Right on towards the Sliventra Mountain range. Quick warning to those who haven't been out that far, there are a lot of sheer cliffs you can fall from." It was unfortunate that so far, most of his conversation starters came in the form of a warning.

The mercenary turned to his horse, "Okay, mind the cliffs. Gotcha. You got all that Belzy?" Verdandi blinked, at the red-head and shivered at the thought of a cliff.

"Also once you get through the mountain's pass there's a forest bordering the ocean to the west. We will want to get through that forest as quickly as we can; no stopping to make camp."

The question stood firmly in her mind. Why ever couldn't they simply go around the forest, as opposed to through it? That seemed the wiser - albeit far more cowardly - thing to do. Was there a need to travel with great speed?

"Finally if you happen to hear a howl coming from the trees - I can't stress this enough - run. Dire Wolves have jaws that are strong enough to tear platemail to ribbons, but they're not exactly swift and their eye sight is rather poor, since they rely more on their sense of smell to lock onto their prey. And don't even try telling me you can take on a Dire Wolf, they hunt in packs." Another warning, and against the wolves. This was at least a warning she hadn't been blindsided by, unfortunately, she still couldn't avoid flinching nor cowering. Still, the question of early remained firm in her mind. Why should they head through the wolves' territory?

"You mean, bigger then normal wolves? The ones not entirely afraid of fire?" Verdandi thought to answer the mercenary's questions but they seemed more rhetorical than literal, moreover, he didn't give her much opportunity to, "My bloodline would stop rather immediately in a dire wolf's stomach, so thanks for the warning Nero."

The beastgirl nearly did a double take, "Your...bloodline?" She couldn't help wondering why that seemed to have been his first thought, "What about your life." Perhaps it was a male thing? Her head cocked to the side, but she eventually shook away the questions as they arose and turned back towards Nero.

"Perhaps, we could instead avoid Dire Wolf territory?" She moved to walk slightly in front of Nero, "Dire wolves are more aggressive than their less...dire counterparts, but they're still wolves. They won't hunt outside their territory unless they're starving. If we stay out of it, they won't hunt us. I would know, I am part wolf after all."

She paused for a moment, walk and all, before continuing, "Unless, that is, there is cause to brave the wolves for the sake of expediency? Is there reason to rush?" Verdandi smiled carelessly at Nero and her tail wagged playfully, but her eyes were contrastingly sharp - clearly preying upon and trying to pick apart his brain.

Though, perhaps now wasn't the time? She wondered. Nero seemed lost in his own thoughts as it were, so it may be best that she not join him?


She couldn't understand the necessity of it. It was perfectly possible to set up camp without needing to build a fire. Verdandi glared at the offending blaze as she huddled against the trunk of a tree situated just outside the fire's glowing ring. She hated fire. The others in the group were setting up camp, attending to their various tasks. But Verdandi had no such task - she could sleep on cold, hard rock and had therefore never taken to setting up a campsite. Moreover, she hated fire.

When the sun had started to go down, it was suggested - barely with words - that they should set up camp for the night. After all, mountain climbing was exhausting by anyone's standards...well, in theory. However, it seemed that the various members were fairing differently. Some well, some not so well. Verdandi was one of the former. She spent most of her life either working in endlessly in fields or traversing hundreds of terrains in her quest to map them out, so mountain climbing was child's play. The most exhaustive part of her day actually came in the form of that fire.

Her glare never once faltered, if anything it only intensified when the flame flickered mockingly at her and she answered it with a nervous growl. It was then that Verdandi made a firm (albeit reactive) decision. These people were likely going to set the mountain ablaze.

And she really hated fire.

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"Nero wishes to speak with a dragon!?"Oh mountain climbing~ Haven't done that in years~♥"




"Oh right location. We're heading towards the Sliventra mountain range."

That was quite a venture in Lucia's mind, it was a mountain range she'd see off in the distance, it felt like she'd never reach them before, and now she was going to them. This pushed a little more excitement into her mind, though, one statement lingered, Nero was going to talk to a dragon. It puzzled her as Nero ran off to gather supplies, which Seriya soon did as well, having been on long expeditions to stake out and combat demons. Yet the man came back, holding what appeared to be cooking vegetables, Lucia gently laughed seeing him make the mention of poking fun at him, and they would go hungry. Though Lucia did speak up, after Saga,

"Aw come on Nero, it's cute that you can cook."

While, yes, she was teasing him a little, there was a truth to her words, it was adorable to her that a man like Nero, whom had the image of a knight whom doesn't do a lot of delicate things, but him being able to cook was definitely something that she had not expected from him. Yet she did remember something, and looked around a little, and nodded, speaking with the others,

"I will return momentarily. I've something I must pick up." The thing she remembered, was a simple bag, well, not exactly simple, as it was meant to hold something more important, as she walked to a nearby shop, it was a leatherman's shop, as she entered a middle-aged man, his silver hair slowly receding showing more and more of his scalp, slowly turned his head from a parchment he was working on, and smiled while rising to face the young woman, setting down his tools,

"Ah! Lady Lucia! You're a little later than I expected, is all well? I've heard people talking about you getting involved with some roughians..."

"It's not what people saw. A demon was here, it's settled now, but things did not exactly look as it was. And I apologize if any of it affected you, Sir Ilthan."

"No worries, I had no doubts you were doing what you thought was right. Though I'll gander you're here for your medical bag?"

Lucia smiled, and gently replied, yet keeping an underlying joke in, it was apparent the two knew eachother well to a degree, after all, she was a regular, "Oh, Sir Ilthan! You know me so well!"

"Alright, Ma'am, give me one moment to get it for you." With that, the man walked into the back, as Lucia bounced a little, she was definitely happy, and soon the man came back, with a brown messenger's bag, it was large and looked like it could hold various things, though there were vials and alike notably peering itself out from under the flap, which was held closed by a golden buckle which trailed from underneath the tail feathers of a brass-coloured phoenix, "Hope you don't mind, I took a little creative liberties with it. Since you're from the Sanctum of Temari, and all your salves and herbs are packed away in there already. Most of it was made from that old bag you had, while I couldn't fix it, I made you a new one from it--"

"It's wonderful, thank you, Sir Ilthan...." Lucia's gaze had almost softened to the point of melting, knowing her mother's bag had been recreated in such a manner, as the bag had been placed gently in her hands, Lucia reached for a small pouch for a payment, giving a little extra for the extra work put in, while Ilthan tried to wave off the money, Lucia remained persistent, the standoff remained until she finally gave him the money.

Meanwhile...

Seriya had gone off to a place she knew would have rations that were good for a trip like this, a street stand run by adventurers, theoretically, the group would know how to make good rations. As she approached, one of them approached her, greeting with a smile,

"Hello ma'am! Welcome to the Travelling Hare! What can we assist you with!?"

He was loud, and very boisterous, it caused a sigh from Seriya as she looked to the man, her crimson eyes calming the man down alone, "I was wondering if you had some rations. Preferably for a fortnight with about five people and a horse." It was an incorrect notion to say five people, but Seriya had not known the eating habits of the others, along with the extra food would help if the travel had been longer than what they had in stores. Though the travelling merchant had noticed the half-elf's clothes, and understood,

"Oh, a Holy Seraph, going demon hunting?"

"One could put it that way, yes."

"Give me one moment, I should be able to get some supplies for you."

With that, the man turned around to his trunk opening it quickly, and rummaged through the supplies he had, pulling out a large sack that upon an investigation from Seriya, was filled with dried meats, nuts and even a bread of sorts. Rationed bread without anything was painful to eat, as it was hard and even tasteless. Though a amber gleam caught Seriya'ss eye, Honey. While she was not a fan of sweets, honey was a good thing to put on the bread, to at least remove the tasteless part of it.

"Oh, I see the honey has caught your eye. I can give it to you for a good price"

With a mention of the price, Seriya looked almost offended, haggling had not been a strong suit, though she did make one single mention,

"So you're telling me, you'll give a Seraph, the one person ensuring you can sleep safely from demons, THAT price? Just for some honey?" Granted, the price was going to be high no matter what, as honey was a delicacy, and Seriya knew it, but with the price it sat at, it was over what Seriya was willing to pay. Though it did go down by a mere four gold, it made it better, it was at least around market price. While she walked back, with an admittedly heavy bag filled with rations and a flask of honey she returned to Nero talking about their path,

"....Quick warning to those who haven't been out that far, there are a lot of sheer cliffs you can fall from. Also once you get through the mountain's pass there's a forest bordering the ocean to the west. We will want to get through that forest as quickly as we can no stopping to make camp."

At this point Lucia had returned, with her new medical and apothecary bag, and Seriya commented,

"So stay away from edges.... Unless you like climbing. Got it." Though before she even asked about the whole camp thing, Nero gave the reasoning,

"Finally, if you happen to hear a howl coming from the trees I can't stress this enough run. Dire Wolves have jaws that are strong enough to tear platemail to ribbons but they're not exactly swift and their eye sight is rather poor, since they rely more on their sense of smell to lock onto their prey. And don't even try telling me you can take on a Dire Wolf, they hunt in packs."

It was at this point Saga voiced her opinion, both giving details about wolves, and suggesting they go around the forest, not a bad idea, if they had time. Though Cain had chimed in, about fire driving off wolves, which isn't a bad tactic, but at the same time there's a wolf in the small group, that would end poorly,

"I wouldn't recommend fire. As we do have a wolf here, and not all wolves are driven away by fire. They could have learned it won't harm them of some sort. We should stick with Nero's plan of keep moving, which isn't bad either. Just.... Make sure we don't get surrounded. We Seraphs use the same tactics as wolves, surround the target, give it nowhere to run, and then strike it down. So we need to be wary, or just evade the problem in itself." While Seriya was not a hunter by any means, nor an expert, she understood pack tactics, and the teamwork that would be present.

Though that meeting came to an end...

Offering the bag with rations to Cain, as he had the horse, it could carry the weight, Seriya flanked Nero on the left, walking with her eyes moving around, while Lucia kept herself within reasonable distance with everyone, humming a light song, with her mind whimsically thinking about the adventure she was to have, and hoped that everything would end well.

Yet, the sun was setting, and eventually camp was made, with a fire in the middle of everyone, Seriya leaned against a nearby tree, trying to get a little sleep, as she was likely taking the watch for the night, though Lucia sat near Saga, making her best attempt to comfort her, after hearing her growl and glare at the fire, though brown eyes went to Nero once more, this time with some seriousness,

"So... Sir Nero... Mind telling us about the Dragon, Dalmera? I recall you telling us you wished to speak with him in some sort. Thus I must inquire, what on earth do you think asking a dragon would do...?"

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"I would have suggested going around the forest if that were an better option miss Saga. But the mountain is a much more dangerous then the forest especially at night. See Nagas also hunt at night, but unlike the Dire Wolves, they have good vision even at night. But they avoid the mountain paths because those paths leave the scaly hunters out in the open and exposed for experienced hunters to take them out."

As he spoke Nero set up the spot he would sleep at before starting the prep work for his cooking.

"So... Sir Nero... Mind telling us about the Dragon, Dalmera? I recall you telling us you wished to speak with him in some sort. Thus I must inquire, what on earth do you think asking a dragon would do...?"

"Right I did say I wanted to speak with Dalmera, but your mistaken about her. Books who actually depict Dalmera usually don't describe her as a female dragon, I know I've read them. Since my mother was the Dragon Maiden for Dalmera I was able to visit and see first hand how powerful she is." Nero said grabbing all the ingredients he bought earlier along with a few plates.

Clearing the spot he could work with Nero got to work on the food his hands moved with experience until he was satisfied before turning his attention back to Lucia. "But until I meet a male dragon I only have Dalmera's word to go off of. But that's not answering your question, so while the food is cooking why don't you get relaxed and I'll explain to the best of my ability."

Rubbing his chin Nero began to think of what he could remember of the dragon. "I got the gender out of the way so at least there's that. So from memory of what my mother told me as a child and when I met Dalmera, I learned that she is a guardian dragon one of the oldest beings on the planet. Her magic is far beyond what even the strongest of mages are capable of conjuring. She's also a silver dragon I remember to always wanting to touch her wings, and claws just to feel how coarse her silvery scales were. Though she didn't seem to mind too much despite mom telling me not to bug her." He said smirking as he recounted the memory while grabbing a pan he had hooked onto his bag and setting the meat on it to cook.

"Now let me intercept any question about the reason my mother was a Dragon Maiden before any one asks. Unlike the other ancient dragons who pick a female based on qualifications, Dalmera chose a single blood line to serve her. That blood line being the Dalmascer blood line my family on my mother's side. So with our connection to Dalmera it was decided that every first born Female in the family would be conditioned to serve Dalmera." he said emphasizing the female portion of the statement then Nero pointed to the white patch of hair.

"This is the symbol of the connection a Dalmascer has to her, but only females will ever gain the power given by Dalmera. Myself and any other male simply have the symbol." Nero finished before flipping the meat letting it cook on the other side before starting on the vegetables using a knife he hid in his boot before swiftly slicing each one and setting them on the pan to cook along with the beef.

"Honestly I don't know what Dalmera was thinking when she chose to leave her mark on an entire blood line but I can't complain about it... First servings done, who ever wants it better grab it quick!" Nero called out pulling the pan from the heat before setting the food on one of the plates only to quickly start on working on the remaining food he bought.

"I guess you could say Dalmera like Johnathan is a friend of the family at least on my mom's side of the family who I knew since childhood, but I knew her long before I knew Johnathan." Stoking the fire Nero glanced up to the stars.

"But I rambled on enough about who Dalmera is that I almost forgot you also asked what I think asking a dragon would do. I don't know if asking Dalmera will really change anything, I'm simply hoping she can shed some light on what's going on." Nero said before falling silent and returning his attention to cooking.

As the time passed and all the food he cooked ready to be eaten Nero cracked his knuckles before grabbing a plate and walking to his bed roll. "It's going to be a long day tomorrow try not to stay up too late. We don't need any one half dead on their feet while we walk, so be up and alert because we'll only be stopping to set up camp!" he said sitting cross legged to eat and setting his bag down next to himself.

While he ate Nero couldn't help but think of the nightmare 'I curse my memory of that event, honestly if I were able to I would find a way so I could forget it completely.' he thought while he finished eating before letting out a sigh and scraping the little scraps of food that remained into the grass and pouring some water from the water skin over the plate.

"Right I still have to open that parcel Johnathan had that knight give me, guess there's no better time then while I'm camping now to see what mom and dad left me..." Moving to his bag Nero began pulling one item out after another until he got to the small box.

Taking a deep breath Nero began to remove the crude wrapping until he was sitting with a wooden box no bigger then his hand, as he examined the box Nero's attention was brought to the silver ribbon that was wrapped around and tied to keep it shut. "It really is a gift from them..." he said to himself as he went to remove the ribbon trying his hardest not to destroy it.

Happy with his work on the ribbon Nero put it in his left pocket before opening the box on itself. Though what he saw inside caught the young man off guard it was no letter, not even a pendant with the symbol he had on his hand. Instead he saw a silver locket resting inside. "I wondered where this went off to when I didn't see mom wear it for a week."

Removing his steel plating from his right arm Nero reached into the box and pulled out the locket hoping to open it so he could finally get a glimpse of what was inside that his mother had kept secret for so long. But when he did go to open it a sound caused him to leap forward in surprise closing the trinket. 'Did that come from the locket?' he thought once again trying to open the silver trinket.

Once the locket was finally open a small melody began playing. "I get it mom must have been enchanting her locket to play this tune for me at night." he said to himself as he wiped his face with his right hand allowing him to focus on what he saw on the inside. "Be strong my little Dragon Knight" it was faint with him being a good distance away from the fire but Nero could see it all the same. That seemed to push the young warrior past his own limit destroying what ever dam kept him in check.

"Damn it... Damn it... I thought I got past this I was a child then there was nothing I could do against a dozen fully grown men who was able to take out an entire village in a single day." With a quick glance back at the fire Nero tossed his blanket over himself allowing sleep to take him. Though doubt lingered in his mind, with how things were going would he be able to sleep peacefully at all.

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"When you get as far as Valsir Province, Miss Saga, you will find that two things can meld to one concern. Life and Legacy being a prime example for all denizens therein." Cain explained. Belzedar gave a small look to Seriya that seemed to ask, "Do I look like a common pack mule to you that warrants me to take your load?" But the horse accepted it regardless as the group continued on.




Cain was doing maintainence on his sword. "You'll be ready for anything Beltharion." he stated to himself as he was doing so, but observing the conversations.

"So your mom was a Dragon Maiden, the ones my Master Kumatetsu would tell me about? Well, I don't know any reason or significance, but I can tell you if a Dragon marks your bloodline, back in Valsir Province, it is a big deal." Cain sheathed his sword and set it next to his bed. "We worship the Dragons like any other gods we have, No offense Sisters. Some of us that hail from Valsir even have a second name in Valsir's old tongue if you have certain qualities the Village elders recognize. For my hair and eyes, they called me, Na'ari, One who is Blessed by Dragons. A sign that I forge my destiny."

He rubbed his hands in the fire and said nothing else for a time as he ate supper and observed Nero opening is parcel and looking at the amulet that played music, rousing the group's de facto leader to tears before abruptly rolling into sleep. Cain soaked in the small emotional silence. He wouldn't let this day go into the realm of dreams on a sad note. He then fished in his one of his many bags that hung on his belt. "Now which one did I have put it in...? Oh by all the Gods and Dragons of Valsir.... Nope.... nuh uh. Aha!" after mumbling he pulled out a strange instrument.

"If music made the atmosphere go sad, it can lift up the spirits again. Allow me to fill the air with a song of hope and courage, so that troubles be made light."

With that said, Cain played his instrument, playing his song. As he played, memories of Home erupted, of the life and Village he left behind to pursue fame, and other things. He hoped one day, he'd return a Hero, and honor the memory of someone he loved, and lost. Cain eventually stopped and lowered his instrument. He heaved a shuddering sigh, as his anxiety once more returned, making him clutch the instrument as his right arm shuddered.

"What? A-already? D-dangit...not now. N-not when I'm trying to cheer up others."

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Character Portrait: Nero Dalmascer Lucifer Character Portrait: Lucia Mirakel Character Portrait: Verdandi Saga Yngiv Character Portrait: Cain Azura Character Portrait: Seriya Verrat

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Verdandi’s glare towards the blazing fire never once faltered even while the young priestess, Lucia, made efforts to comfort her. Once or twice her nostrils flared with the detection of food, and the beastkin became aware that nearby the fire was something edible. This, of course, left her in a conundrum that would not easily solve itself. Somehow she would likely need to venture close to the open flame or simply not eat.

"So... Sir Nero... Mind telling us about the Dragon, Dalmera? I recall you telling us you wished to speak with him in some sort. Thus I must inquire, what on earth do you think asking a dragon would do...?" Verdandi was distracted for a moment by the priestess’ question – dragon? Surely, she couldn’t be serious.

"Right I did say I wanted to speak with Dalmera, but your mistaken about her.” The beastgirl breathed a sigh of relief with Nero’s statement. After all, it made far more sense than the priestess’ previous comment relating to giant winged lizards. “Books who actually depict Dalmera usually don't describe her as a female dragon, I know I've read them. Since my mother was the Dragon Maiden for Dalmera I was able to visit and see first hand how powerful she is."

Or not. Apparently, Dalmera was in fact a dragon. Verdandi was quite unsure whether she had simply missed this bit of news earlier, or if perhaps it had been glossed over as obvious. However, she was not raised with any degree of knowledge pertaining to dragons or their demeanor. So the only information she could summon to mind was that pertaining to dangerous magical beast, and suddenly she was frozen.

Still though she listened, if only to ascertain whether this creature that she knew so little of was indeed as dangerous as her instincts told her it was. “So from memory of what my mother told me as a child and when I met Dalmera, I learned that she is a guardian dragon one of the oldest beings on the planet. Her magic is far beyond what even the strongest of mages are capable of conjuring. She's also a silver dragon I remember to always wanting to touch her wings, and claws just to feel how coarse her silvery scales were. Though she didn't seem to mind too much despite mom telling me not to bug her." Verdandi made a mental note to research dragon maidens the next time she had the opportunity, since she felt sorely ill prepared for this conversation. Nonetheless, from what Nero had said so far, the beastgirl could assume that the dragon was neither feral nor particularly aggressive – which she admittedly found comfort in.


She continued to listen as Nero spoke, though momentarily she was slightly distracted by the rumblings of her empty stomach and the notable sizzle of cooking meat. She wondered for a moment if it would be possible to attain the food without having to approach the fire – she grimaced. It was an unlikely notion she supposed. "But I rambled on enough about who Dalmera is that I almost forgot you also asked what I think asking a dragon would do. I don't know if asking Dalmera will really change anything, I'm simply hoping she can shed some light on what's going on."

Verdandi thought about what Nero had said, there was a lot for her to ingest and as she had little experience with dragons it was all completely new – moreover she also needed time to consider the notion that the dragon might be able to offer more insight into the current events. If the dragon, Dalmera, was as old as Nero suggested then perhaps she could at least give some historical context. "So your mom was a Dragon Maiden, the ones my Master Kumatetsu would tell me about? Well, I don't know any reason or significance, but I can tell you if a Dragon marks your bloodline, back in Valsir Province, it is a big deal." Oh!? Verdandi’s ears stood at attention. The mercenary was giving away information! This was an opportunity then, to file away researchable information about her companions – not that she had any plans to use the information in any significant way, but she was a curious beastgirl. And wanting to know more about your travelling companions is certainly not unusually. "We worship the Dragons like any other gods we have, No offense Sisters. Some of us that hail from Valsir even have a second name in Valsir's old tongue if you have certain qualities the Village elders recognize. For my hair and eyes, they called me, Na'ari, One who is Blessed by Dragons. A sign that I forge my destiny."

Now that certainly was intriguing – both the olden language and their religious and cultural practices – and her curiosity was effectively piqued. Her ears faced the mercenary, hoping he’d continue and answer some of her unspoken questions – but alas that did not occur. Instead, Cain chose to end his monologue there, much to Verdandi’s disappointment. Of course, that didn’t mean her question couldn’t or wouldn’t be answered, it simply meant she’d actually have to ask them. With an excited flick of her tail she leaned forward – away from the tree and the young priestess and towards the mercenary – and opened her mouth to speak. "It's going to be a long day tomorrow try not to stay up too late. We don't need any one half dead on their feet while we walk, so be up and alert because we'll only be stopping to set up camp!" Only to have her opportunity to ask effectively cut off at the knees by their unspoken leader. With a slight whine, Verdandi filed away her questions for the night (but only the night). Tomorrow she was sure the mercenary would be peppered with more questions than he knew what to do with. But for the evening she would relent – if only because it would be awkward to try and engage in a scholastic dialogue after it had been suggested that they all turn in.

Now she was faced with a new challenge. There it sat next to a roaring flame, waiting to be eaten: mockingly glorious dinner. Her nose, ears, and tail all twitched irritatingly. She assumed it hadn’t been done on purpose, but it was extraordinarily inconvenient. With some personal effort, she gathered her willpower to crawl slowly forward towards the fire. Once she was within arms distance of the meal (admittedly a lot of stretching) she quickly snatched a plate and scrambled back towards the tree, nearly losing her meal in the process.

Fortunately, the embarrassing display passed quickly and she was contentedly eating and finishing off her hard earned prize. Perhaps it was a trait of her kin, but Verdandi tended to spend little time actually enjoying most her meals – especially on the road.

Setting her now clean plate aside, the beastgirl’s ears twitched again at an unexpected sound. Was that music? It was: a gentle, bittersweet tune that lulled the spirit to reminisce a past peace that one could never have again. But Verdandi’s past wasn’t peaceful or all that joyful, so she couldn’t so easily understand or appreciate the tune. Her ears pulled back away from the melody and her eyebrows furrowed, perhaps it was in jealous irritation or perhaps it was at the awkward crestfallen atmosphere that had suddenly descended upon the campsite.

The beastgirl glanced at Nero. He wore a weak expression that didn’t quite seem to belong on his normally strong countenance. It was a strange juxtaposition.

"If music made the atmosphere go sad, it can lift up the spirits again. Allow me to fill the air with a song of hope and courage, so that troubles be made light." Verdandi started somewhat at the voice of the mercenary, whose voice she had not expected to hear break the somber atmosphere. She supposed the thought was a good one, and the song he placed on his rather unique instrument was perhaps vaguely happy, but like the one before it, rather than alighting the heart with joy it seemed for fit for shrouding the heart in melancholy.

It seemed that the group was made of five rather damaged pieces. Though, somehow Verdandi felt that maybe this wasn’t surprising or terrible. It was likely their damaged parts that pulled them all together in the first place.

She blinked and gazed at the camp and all the people in it – and suddenly was struck with a thought. This was a beautifully broken picture.

A warrior that bore a heavy weight on his shoulder, whether it was an ability he knew little about but pressured his sense of justice to take action or a past that haunted him at every turn and anchored his heart in a moment that cannot be changed, she really couldn’t tell. Though she thought it was probably both.

A mercenary with a smile and a playful tongue that hides a guilty past (the likes of which she couldn’t be certain of) that he travels to seek penance for. Though perhaps he put far too much pressure on himself.

Two priestesses, one with a heart of gold and a conscience to comfort and bear the pain of others – and another with the responsibility to protect people from the pain in the first place.

It was like one of the stained-glass windows in the cathedral: broken but full of beautiful colors and empathetic stories. And she didn’t have the willpower to resist painting it all.

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Character Portrait: Nero Dalmascer Lucifer Character Portrait: Lucia Mirakel Character Portrait: Verdandi Saga Yngiv Character Portrait: Cain Azura Character Portrait: Seriya Verrat

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"It is interesting, to meet the child of a Dragon Maiden..." "So, we're off to see the Dragon. Great."




Lucia kept her gaze to Nero, while her eyes remained serious, her face had softened once more, as she watched the young man speak of his past,

"Right I did say I wanted to speak with Dalmera, but your mistaken about her. Books who actually depict Dalmera usually don't describe her as a female dragon, I know I've read them. Since my mother was the Dragon Maiden for Dalmera I was able to visit and see first hand how powerful she is."

It wasn't the answer Lucia wanted to hear, not that she wanted a specific answer, but, as she pondered a few moments, she could see the food brown over the fire, which Seriya looked to her and smiled mentioning one little notion to her, "Remember the last time you cooked? You had Mother Yeliss rioting at Sister Anna about all the cuts and burns you had. Even though your cooking skill itself isn't that well either~" while Seriya teased, in her normal fashion when it came to Lucia, they were close enough Seriya could tease her less combative sister (of sorts) and get away with it, though Lucia turned, with a smile, that of unassuming evil,

"Oh Sister Seriya, need I remind you of the last time you cooked? If Sister Elise hadn't been there, you would have burned the Sanctum to the ground~" It was a normal exchange between the two, though Lucia did add one more quip, "And need I start on the problem you've had with the children's dolls~?" Though the exchange ended as Nero had continued his explanation,

"So from memory of what my mother told me as a child and when I met Dalmera, I learned that she is a guardian dragon one of the oldest beings on the planet. Her magic is far beyond what even the strongest of mages are capable of conjuring." It felt weird to Seriya to hear that, as, it felt dwarfing to her to think of something that could easily make her and Lucia weak, especially when she thought of all the training she went through just to learn her Divine Aura, and even remotely control it...

"She's also a silver dragon I remember to always wanting to touch her wings, and claws just to feel how coarse her silvery scales were. Though she didn't seem to mind too much despite mom telling me not to bug her." Lucia laughed a little, thinking of this small child petting a dragon, let alone a massive dragon that has lived for eons, let alone the idea that she was likely to meet said dragon, though one comment snapped Lucia from her thought,

"Honestly I don't know what Dalmera was thinking when she chose to leave her mark on an entire blood line but I can't complain about it..." That was a familiar feeling, Lucia's magic was different than most of her Sisters, and while there were plenty of doctors, she was one of a few whom could heal others to a degree, though what set her apart was how much she could treat, while most whom had the same type, would heal the minor injuries, Lucia would put her body at risk when she healed. But her thoughts were broken by the heat of the flame, as she had almost stuck her hand in reaching for food. While Lucia knew burns were very unpleasant, and almost caused one once more. Though she grasped a couple of stakes with the meat and handed one to Saga,

"Here, I know you have an aversion to Fire...."

Though when Nero made the mention of sleep, Seriya poked at him to quite some degree, "Oh come on, Nero, we can sleep when we're dead." though her face went from a grin to a straight face, "In any case, I'll take first watch. Then one of you young men can relieve me when you're ready." after that last mention she stood up, sword at her right hip, as she looked to Cain, whom had began talking, mainly about his home, especially praising Nero of his Marked bloodline to a dragon,

"If music made the atmosphere go sad, it can lift up the spirits again. Allow me to fill the air with a song of hope and courage, so that troubles be made light."

With that, the scarlet-haired man took out this strange instrument, and playing it, the song sounded joyous as it intricately played, it was apparent to Seriya that the man had practiced the song often. Though he stopped, to Seriya it seemed to be through emotion, while she hadn't an idea as to what would cause his emotions to go off like they did, but she watched as the man's arm shuttered and shivered, in an attempt to control himself. With a swift turn of her foot, Seriya walked away, ready to stay up during the majority of the night,

Not like she wasn't used to it anyway...

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Character Portrait: Nero Dalmascer Lucifer Character Portrait: Lucia Mirakel Character Portrait: Verdandi Saga Yngiv Character Portrait: Cain Azura Character Portrait: Seriya Verrat

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Nero was able to find himself asleep rather easily, though he struggled to stay asleep he couldn't stop tossing and turning , his eyes were flitting about under their closed lids while his breathing became rapid. As his actions in his sleep kept changing Nero soon sprang up his hand out stretched as though he was trying to grab something.

"Guess I'm going to have trouble sleeping again tonight the fact I'm heading home doesn't help either." Nero said to himself tossing his covering off his legs.

'Guess I'm a hypocrite telling every one to sleep, even though right now I can't seem to sleep myself.' he thought to himself grabbing his sword off the ground and setting it back onto his waist. Looking around Nero noticed Seriya standing guard leaving the platemail where it layed. "It's too early to switch guard duty, so I'll practice while until it's time." he said to himself moving quietly so he wouldn't wake anyone who was still sleeping.

Trying to keep with in sight of the camp Nero began to control his breathing keeping his gaze transfixed to the area in front of him while he freed his weapon from it's confines. With the blade shimmering in the moon light Nero let out one more controlled exhale before swinging the blade in wide arc before bringing it back around the opposite way. "I need to cut back on the force I'm putting behind each swing." he said to himself bringing his sword down in a downward arc until it caught into the dirt.

Letting out a heavy sigh Nero tugged the sword free flicking any clod of dirt that stuck to it. "My mind just isn't into it now, I really wish I didn't open that locket." He grumbled as he lightly flicked his blade around as he contemplated whether to put the weapon away and head back or keep trying to practice at the risk of his own health.

But it seems what ever way his mind was leaning to got interrupted by the rustling causing the young warrior to re positioned his sword towards the direction he was certain the extra sound came from. Waiting for a second or two Nero let out a sigh as he let his voice be heard. "If you value your head I suggest you stop dragging this stand off out and show yourself."

As though reacting to his voice Nero heard the thigh high grass rustled before two young looking figures emerged. "See Olivia I told you, we shouldn't have been wandering around with the older kids." the boy said before being hushed by the young girl who Nero could only guess was Olivia "He wouldn't have heard us if you were only lighter on your feet Lucas." she growled pulling his hair.

"Ow but you were the one who was excited about running into a grown up!" Lucas cried when Olivia finally let go of his hair. Letting out a huff the girl puffed her cheeks and crossed her arms "I was not excited just surprised we could actually find some one out here."

At this point Nero sheathed his sword smirking as he watched the banter between the two unfold. "Why were you two looking for people and why didn't you try the town that way?" he said kneeling down until he was at eye level with the two kids causing the two to flinch.

"Also if you don't mind me asking, who are the other kids you were referring two?" Nero asked producing the best smile he could as if trying to diffuse the tension in the air. "Olivia what should we do? He doesn't seem like a bad guy like..." Lucas started only to once again be hushed by Olivia.

"What did Pandora say about giving away her name to strangers?" She said in a quieter tone though not quite a whisper, this only causing Nero to sigh and lean in closer. "You know that if you want to whisper you should move away from the person, and lower your voice so it's harder to hear to make it harder to hear the words your saying right." He sated lifting his right hand to the side of his mouth.

As Olivia squeaked covering her own mouth Nero stood back up tilting his head from the left to the right producing a light pop as the muscles in his neck started to loosen. "So are you going to leave me in the dark or will you tell me who this Pandora person is?" tapping the ground repeatedly with his foot. After waiting for a good couple of minutes Nero understood what was going on. "I get it this "Pandora" person doesn't want people talking about them I see... Well I guess I'll leave."

With a wave Nero started heading back only stopping when he heard the two kids whisper and the grass rustle behind him signaling their departure as well. 'I know I should feel bad for following those kids but I need to make sure they won't get into any trouble.' he thought moving as quietly through the grass as he could keeping just out of sight.

After what felt like a slog of sneaking around following Lucas and Olivia around, Nero was about finally noticed the destination. 'That's a pretty big house for afew kids.' he thought watching as the two went through the door. "I guess that's where they sleep... Well might as well introduce myself." he said dusting off his clothes as he walked up to the door.

As he got closer to the door Nero looked around hoping to catch sight of any possible traps. 'I guess they don't really worry about intruders here do they?' he thought pounding his fist into the door though sorely misjudged the amount of strength he put behind each impact causing the door to fall off it's hinges. "Uhh oops forgot I need to rein in my strength when knocking on doors."

Moving past the collapsed door Nero again looked around for any traps with only the sounds of foot steps causing him to atop dead in his tracks. "What's going on here, who messed with the hinges on the door?" A voice rang out with the sound of a door creaking open. "I swear if Jason pulled another one of his..." mid sentence the voice stopped.

"Who are you?" Catching sight of Nero a young Elven girl who looked to be in her late teen years gave a rather sour look towards the young warrior who simply held up his hand "Usually it's proper manners to introduce yourself before asking for another's name." his tone was rather sarcastic.

"But I guess I did barge into your place without invitation so I'll let it slide. My name is Nero Dalmascer and I'm simply a wandering warrior, I also ran into Olivia and Lucas who seemed rather excited that they gave their own position away before they could try to take me by surprise." he added keeping the sarcasm in his tone as he spoke with the only action following being Nero patting his sword resting on his hip.

"I see... Very well, my name is Pandora I with the other children are staying here until we receive word that our home and families are safe. But things seem to be getting dimmer as time marches forward." The Elven girl said still keeping a guarded gaze on Nero.

"Huh is that right? I guess that would explain why Lucas and Olivia thought to try their hands in banditry." Nero said rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he watched Pandora walk to the top of the same stairs he approached hardly a moment ago. "Any way you hinted about your home and families being in danger. I know it's asking for quite a bit but would you mind telling me what happened." He added moving his hand away from the sword.

Keeping her accusatory glare fixed on Nero, Pandora put one hand on the railing. "I wish I could but for all I know you could be with the group who attacked our home Frindos in the first place." Though on the outside Nero simply nodded acknowledging the mistrust he could feel his blood boiling knowing that these kids who he only just met might be suffering the way he did.

"Alright I can't force you to trust me. But I honestly do want to help you kids are meant to play at home not worry about whether there's something there or not." Nero said forcing his words through his anger. Also doing his best from letting said anger bubbling up and showing on the surface.



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Weiss sat under a rather tall oak tree watching the leaves wave with the wind as it passed through them. "Why must this world be so Damned peaceful? And why isn't mast Zethract doing anything about Nero's interference with his plan?" Weiss asked himself rolling onto his side and closing his eyes as he put his attention on healing from his encounter with his opposite.

"Why is it that most other demons can heal almost instantly while I heal almost at the same rate a human does?" Weiss scowled holding his injured shoulder, but the scowl didn't last long before he fell asleep 'I sort of feel sorry for the poor boy while I can sleep just fine every year little Nero must suffer nightmarish memories of both his family's death along with the complete destruction of his home.' Smirking the demon was soon sound asleep.

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Character Portrait: Nero Dalmascer Lucifer Character Portrait: Lucia Mirakel Character Portrait: Verdandi Saga Yngiv Character Portrait: Cain Azura Character Portrait: Seriya Verrat

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Cain was about to nod off, arm still shaking after he put the instrument back into its pouch, when he noticed Nero leaving. "Eh? He isn't sleeping?" he asked to himself. Belzedar pushed his arm to calm him down from his anxiety as the redhead sighed. "Thanks Buddy." he muttered, patting the horse on his head.

He didn't know what else to do, as he concentrated on sleeping. But he couldn't banish the causes of his current bout of anxiety. His thoughts of a life he wanted to have. Cain merely just stared at the open stars and skies. He slowly observed them and imagined himself in his younger days.

"Cain! Cain! Slow! Your hammering too slow! Come on! Away from the forge! Time to practice!" he recalled his Master shouting when he was in the mood to show him a new technique. He chuckled at the memory before resting his eyes only for a moment. Then Belzedar prodded him again.

"He's not back yet huh?" he asked the horse as he looked around. "Well unless our night watch says otherwise we'd best stay put Belzedar."

When he said this he leaned back and relaxed. Besides, Nero could take care of himself. He also didn't want to make Seriya mad. She looked like she could best him in a fight if she wanted to. So he sat and waited, and tried to sleep as peacefully as he could.