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Thorns Within the Rose

Korratoth

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a part of Thorns Within the Rose, by angelwolfchild.

The dark kingdom newly invaded by the Lord.

angelwolfchild holds sovereignty over Korratoth, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Korratoth

The dark kingdom newly invaded by the Lord.

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Korratoth is a part of Thorns Within the Rose.

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Aethyra [91] "How I despise these walls."
Alain Rolands [80] "Talk about wrong place, wrong time. What have I gotten myself into?"
Parthenia "Paige" Daphine [62] "Beauty only counts if it's inside and out."
Trifect Quaizon [29] "Allow me to guide you. I have nothing but The Kingdom's best interest at Heart."
Alaizabel [27] "I've suffered terribly, you should cry for me... you should cry your eyes out."
Daniel Alaric [18] "For the glory of the Kingdom, of course..."
Leon Gideon Delrin [8] "I'll do whatever it takes to keep this kingdom from falling"
Leon Graves [6] "This kingdom is mine. Cross me and I will not hesitate to make sure you're never seen around it again."
Anastasia [5] "In the name of Winter!"
Selphie Almsgrave [5] "Wish somebody would cause a problem so I could shove my sword down their throat."

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Alaizabel eyed the Chancellor as he spoke.
It was strange, this man who still acted like the most loyal of servants would speak of his own kind like... well, like a demon would. The manner in which he spoke of the royal line, how he condemned them as weak humans, was very much how she herself viewed them. There was something about that which had always fascinated her about Trifect, that little spark that made him a worthy human... worth far more than any royal.
"500 years? Has it been that long?" The demon was surprised at that, though she'd had no sense of time or space within her glass prison she had thought that the human race might evolve a tiny bit in such a long time. Yet by the things she had sensed, things had gone backwards.
Foolish creatures... they deserve nothing but suffering...
She raised an eyebrow at the bound humans.
"If I were in a more amiable state of health then I would take them without hesitation... however I need something more nourishing if I am to completely replenish my powers and continue what I started. I need something... young, innocent... female preferably. But not either of the Princesses I sensed in this castle... I wish to savour the pleasure of tearing them slowly and painfully until they beg for death."
Suddenly Alaizabel gave a slight giggle, sounding like a young girl as she watched Trifect.
"It is quite delightful to see how far you have progressed in the dark arts my dear Trifect, if I am not careful you will surpass me." Her voice was playful and friendly, her gaze almost tender like a tutor with an intelligent student. "Had you been among my kind you would be fit for king... but humans always struggled to appreciate the powers of darkness."

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Leon's head was rocking slightly, his eyes partially shut. he had heard every word his heir spoke; though it sounded far off; distorted by the sleep that called to him. Had he been in any other state of mind, Leon would have said some kind, comforting word to his heir and sent her on her way, but the need of sleep had dulled his senses and judgement. "Do as you wish, My Heir, but hurry back." Somewhere far off, he heard the man from earlier, Daniel, flirting with a girl. Let them have their fun; they deserve it He stood and nodded to his heir before waving her off. He didn't have any other scheduled meetings, but still felt he should take his seat. "Oh, and while you're down there, can you tell the men on duty to bring up that one prisoner? the one not connected to the royal family" he had to ask the man a few questions, and possibly answer a few.
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Daniel watched the girl fade off unto dreamland, drifting away from their conversation. she brightened when he mentioned magic, then quickly explained the 'magic' she had once observed "those are simple parlor tricks, miss Paige. real magic is strong and powerful, pure energy of nature and the arcane" He raised two fingers, sending a crackle of blue lightning across them. "would you like to see some real magic, Miss Paige?"

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Rain clouds almost as black as night quickly covered the skies outside of the castle. The effect of the spell he had just cast. The sounds of thunder roared through the skies, rain poured down to the ground at an almost alarming rate, followed by lightning that would soon be on the borderline of a very dangerous level. Temperamental weather wasn't common, but it wasn't exactly that far fetched for the area, so magic wouldn't be the first thought at the cause of it. Besides it made a hell of an omen, and Trifect did always love those classic omens.

Had it been 500 years? That was his best guess, although after the first few hundred it got kind of difficult to keep track of. "I had a feeling they would not suffice. They can't even seem to make very good dummies for my experiments. Your kin have such power, yet those I am unfortunate enough to share a race with, can't seem to handle a few animal parts that would make them stronger. You honor me with your words, however I could never even come close to you or anyone worthy of becoming your king. I am your servant, forever faithful. Had I been stronger in the past I would have stopped them from ever sealing you in the first place. I swear on my life that it will never happen again. One thing I've learned quite well is to appreciate the darkness, and just look what that appreciation has done for me. It's not only granted me power beyond my imagination, but it granted me the chance to once again serve you."

Trifect looked away from the room, heading towards the door. Others would be foolish to turn their back on Alaizabel, however he knew her well. She wouldn't hurt him. At least not while he was still of use and loyal to her. "I believe I know of a girl. She's a servant of the current Heir to the throne. I haven't had much contact with her, since to be honest her personality makes me a little sick. However I have always been up to my same old tasks of keeping tabs on everyone close. I knew you would return one day, and that information couldn't hurt. She's quite the pure soul, at least from what I've found out about her. More fitting of your desires then the princesses. Do you have the strength to stay hidden in the shadows to come with me, or should we disguise you? Perhaps as a lady of the church." He smiled a little at the thought of that.

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Alain wasn't exactly going to wait around for someone to realize he was gone. No, that would just be silly...though entertaining. Well, as entertaining as that may be, he wanted his things back. He felt a bit naked without them. Most of all, he wanted his coin. A simple trinket of no real significance to anyone else, no real intrinsic value, but it was a more of a personal worth. A lucky charm, if name be associated with it. Perhaps the notion of luck was juvenile, but it had been the first thing Alain had ever stolen, and it had seemed to bring him relative good fortune since. He didn't know, and more importantly, he didn't care. Either way, he wanted his stuff back. Hopefully it wouldn't be too terribly difficult to find, so long as he stayed hidden. And nobody checked his cell while he was looking, that could always make things a little more complicated than they needed to be. He stalked the halls, avoiding guards when necessary (leaving a trail of dead or unconscious guards was just too much of a hassle) and making his way to a small room on the opposite side of the dungeon from where the staircase up top. "Because of course sneaking out of a dungeon could not be as easy as picking my things up on the way out, no, that would be too simple." he murmured to himself ruefully. He peeked inside to see if there were any guards, which luckily there weren't any awake guards, and slipped in the door.

He made his way quietly over to the chests of prisoner effects (god forbid the king be accused of stealing things from prisoners) and began to rifle through them, "Junk...junk...family heirloom...could pawn this...bag of cookies? Why in...You know what, I do not actually care." He muttered, taking a cookie and chewing it thoughtfully before tossing it back in the chest, "Too much sugar. Junk...ah, here we are, you little bastard." He said with a smirk as he pulled his knife belt and cowl out of the chest. After a bit more searching, he found his other things, the small weapon vest he wore to conceal his throwing weapons, his medical satchel for obvious things, and finally, the little pouch of gold that had started the whole mess. He snickered as he tied it to his belt, taking the coin from the top of the bag and tying it around his throat, "Right where you belong."

At that moment, the guard who had been sleeping on the job decided he'd like to wake up. Perhaps Alain had been speaking louder than he had thought, but the guard roused from sleep, "Who the heck...?"

Before he could so much as move, a knife found itself embedded in his forehead, between his eyes, "Sorry about that one, my friend, but I cannot exactly have you running off to turn me back in, now can I?" He asked, walking over to the now dead guard and retrieving his knife. It took a few good tugs, but finally it came free with a sickening grating sound, the sound of metal on bone. He gently wiped the blade off on the guard's sleeve before tearing a piece of paper off of some document or the other and plugged the guards forehead (crude, maybe, but effective, but he couldn't have blood dripping all over the place) and leaned the guard against the table, as though he were sleeping as before, "Right as rain. Alright. Now time to leave."

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"Yes, my Lord." Bowing her head, she nearly ran for the dungeon, breath coming shorter and shorter. Wrenching the door open, she began to descend, forgetting being proper and tossing off her slippers as she went. The choking feeling grew stronger as she descended, and she paused to catch her breath before entering the guard's hallway, attempting to keep her face regal.

"The Lord wishes for the--" she froze as her eyes fell upon a man wiping his blade on the guard's--who upon closer inspection, was indeed dead--sleeve. Aethyra stayed still, keeping her eyes on the blades the man had. Clearing her throat to attract his attention, she kept her hands loose, cursing that she didn't think to bring her bow or hunting knives before rushing down. But if she had, she may have missed him.

"Hold," she whispered, then stronger, "hold. Stay your blades, man, I am no threat to you."

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Alaizabel sighed slightly.
He was correct about the humans, they were not adaptable enough to make themselves stronger. The only thing they were useful for was nourishment, feeding on the emotions that they held in such high regard.
A flicker of annoyance flashed across her eyes at the way he was speaking.
"The darkness can get you further than this my dear Trifect, never be content with what you have if you can get more. Once I've dealt with my matters here your instruction will resume... and I will teach you how to reach the deepest magics in this world." Alaizabel said to him, smiling as she watched her little project. Still he had no idea of her intentions for him and until the time came he would not need to know. As long as he remained loyal and willing to learn that's all she needed from the chancellor.
The servant sounded absolutely pefect, such purity would certainly be a welcome relief to her powers. It would also be a good way to see if she still had her old tricks of deception from all those years ago... there was something satisfactory of seeing the delight in some humans eyes turn into horror when she revealed her intentions.
She raised an eyebrow at the idea of dressing as a lady of the church.
"Don't tell me you still have that religion thing?" Alaizabel gave a fake shudder, the belief system had always been one of the worst things humanity had ever created. "Disguises will not be necessary. Besides, as you will learn in time, you don't need power if you are one with the shadows..."
Stretching an arm out towards the shadows along the walls, she smiled as tendrils of blackness wove around her arms obediantly, like some kind of pet.
"Show me the girl, make sure I can be completely alone with her and then... I'll take care of the rest."

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They were out of the castle now, just infront of the gates and standing upon the cobblestone walkway. The sun was slowly being covered with clouds, casting a slight grey shadow over the land. 'It may rain later today,' Paige thought. That was nice; a good rain today meant lovely flowers tomorrow, which made hher quite happy. Paige's eyes lit up and she gasped slightly at the proposition. "Yes!" she exclaimed, then quickly chastized herself for being to foreward. 'Know your place!' she mentally scolded herself, then looked at Daniel. "I mean; yes, please, Sir Daniel. I would love to see magic."

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'Hold' was the only word that escaped Aethyra's mouth before a knife found itself buried into the door just west of her head, maybe three inches away. When Alain actually got a look at the speaker, he only shook his head. A girl, not even a woman yet, who looked to be in her night gown and shoeless, stood in the guard's doorway. The lord? Alain wondered what the girl was going to tell this unfortunate man. He continued to give her that odd look, "My dear, do you make a habit of approaching known killers from behind, when they are more than apparently armed unarmed, without back-up, and with only the words 'hold'?" He asked, going to the chest, grabbing the bag of cookies, tossing them to her, "You have a lot to learn about the outside world, kiddo. I do not miss often, so take that as good luck on your part." He didn't wait for an answer as he walked close to her, inspecting her. The nightgown would signify someone important, he could tell by the quality of the fabric. But her face and hands...they were not the hands of some delicate princess, nor did her eyes contradict that assessment. Her eyes were cold. Killer's eyes, perhaps. Maybe not a man killer, but this girl had drawn blood before, "But perhaps not so much as I initially thought." He took his knife from the door and pushed past her into the prisoner's hallway, "Have a good day, miss. Try to stay away from armed killers, it would be a shame for a pretty face like yours to be carved up and end up in a ditch somewhere." He wasn't about to stick around this place, though he was curious what exactly this girl was doing in a place such as this. She wasn't a servant, definitely, but she did not carry herself like a knight either. Curious. Oh well. He had only taken a few steps from her, but it would not take him long to disappear from view.

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"Hold, I said," Aethyra spun to face the man again, furrowing her brow, "You killed the guards. You escaped the prison. That is...amazing." She felt truly awed by his skill; the kills were clean, simple, and quiet. Jealousy almost crawled across her face, but she blinked, and sent it away. He was skilled, but had surely been locked away for a reason. Trying to ignore his comment about her "pretty face", and the strange tilt of her stomach when she looked at him, she pressed on.

"You are not entitled to me in any way. You more than likely despise me, for no other reason than because I am woman and I have seen you. And you have no reason to accept my request. But I ask of you," taking a shuddering breath, she stared at him harshly, raising her chin high to give an air of bravado, "accompany me deeper into the dungeons, there is something I wish to check. If you accept, I shall reward you handsomely, and shall not tell the Lord about your escape." Closing her eyes, she hissed out air before speaking one last word, "Please."

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Alain halted at the girl's words. Reward, huh? Hmm. He stood still for a moment and contemplated. Finally, he shrugged, "To be perfectly honest, I do not really care what you or your Lord think, nor does your gender affect my judgment of you. I simply do not care. However..." he turned back to look at her and smirked from under his cowl, "Gold I do care for, and if you were to say offer me a fine sum, as well as the guarantee that I leave this hum-drum castle uncontested, then I could be persuaded to accompany the young miss, but a question first, and then rules to my employ. Who are you that you carry yourself in such a way as you do? You are no maid, your garments show that, but you are noble wench either. You have spilt blood with a weapon, I see it on you hands send in your eyes. Yet you are no knight, you do not carry yourself in that manner. I am puzzled. And secondly. Do not command me. Do not touch me or my weapons. And lastly, if I am to accompany you, you do as I say when I say it. There is danger ahead, or you think there to be or you would not exude trepidation as you do. I will not end up dead for a fool girl. Do not be that fool girl." He said seriously, waiting for her response.

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"I am Aethyra, the Heir to the throne, once the Lord has passed. I appologize if it sounded as though I was commanding you, that was not my intention. I shall give you a great reward, and if you'd like, I can give a bit up front." With quick hands, she reached and unclasped a string of pearls from her wrist, a pretty bauble that she rarely removed. "This you may have, if it pleases you." Aethyra tossed it towards the man, and studied him. "If you help me, I will assure that you leave these grounds unapposed."

"You were right to say that I have spilt blood, I am a hunter, whenever I can escape these damned walls and slip away to the forest. Noble wench, however, I am. I cannot promise that I will follow all your orders, but I shall try. Now, I ask one more thing of you, sir. I ask what I may call you, whether a name or a title, I care not, but something easier to say than "the escaped convict from the dungeon" would be simpler, if you don't mind too much."

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Alain caught the pearls deftly, looking it over. Finally, he tossed it back, "Keep it. I prefer gold. I will trust you, for the moment. No guards will save you if you are to double cross me, though." he was serious about that. He wouldn't torture her or anything so barbaric, but he would find a way to make her regret it. Who knew? Alain shook his head at her words, "You are a client. My orders will likely be 'shut up', 'stay back', or 'get behind me'. I am a thief and an assassin, but I am no barbarian." He thought for a moment about her question. His first instinct was to lie, of course, but he wasn't really sure why he didn't. Maybe he was just being arrogant, but he was sure of his skills to hide and get out of the kingdom if the need arose, "Convict would do, if it would please her majesty-" he said this with a somewhat sarcastic tone, though his voice stayed mostly nonchalant, "-but Alain will do. It is perhaps best if you do not see my face or know my whole name. I would give you a weapon, but I will say that I do not trust you enough to turn my back on you while you are armed, especially with my own weapon. It would be a cruel twist of fate, yes? But enough, we have tarried here long enough. You and I have business elsewhere." He said, making an 'after you' motion.

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"Alain." She nodded, recording his name to memory, and beginning her descent lower into the dungeon, her footsteps silent on the stairs. "I do not blame you for not giving me a weapon, it is indeed smart. I do not wish to slay you, however, though I commend your thought process. I have no plans to double-cross you, I despise this place as much, maybe more, than you do."

As she descended, and they faded from the torch light, Aethyra was constantly growing more and more annoyed with her nightgown as it swished about her ankles. With a frustrated growl, she pushed past him back up to the guard's post, and studied the more slender of guards. Blinking sympathetically, she began to wrench his clothing from his lifeless body, before throwing the cloak from her shoulders and tugging the nightgown up and off of her tiny body, shameless and unafraid. She had been naked in the woods, in the castle, in the bath; this was just one more place to add to the list. Tugging his simple tunic over her head, she fastened her cloak back around her shoulders and pushed past Alain once more to continue dropping into the catacombs.

"And you know my name. Do not call me 'majesty,' I despise the very word."

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Daniel smiled at the Paige's reaction, his hand arcing with more and more energy. the sun was being overcast, leaving shadows to be cast by the city walls. he leaped up on a wall, standing in front of a garden. here, the flowers were neglected, due to the bed being out of view. He waved his hand and they began to spring to life. birds flew overhead, glowing translucent. they began to sing a calm, beautiful song overhead, circling Daniel and Parthenia.

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Alain was quiet as he followed the girl down into the catacombs. This girl...if it were not for his own small amount of morals (they did exist) on certain subjects, she could have been in for a very, very traumatic lesson, "You are lucky, child, that I do possess some sort of morality. This would be a very bad place to be caught with a more desperate type of man." He said simply as she pushed past him to go back up the stairs. He could see the tension and frustration in the simplest of facial movements or muscle ticks, but he was mildly surprised (if not a little impressed) when she came back in the dead guard's clothing. It wasn't exactly every day you met someone so willing to wear a dead man's clothes out of irritation. As she spoke of hating this place, he stayed silent, seemingly disregarding her comment completely. He was not surprised she disliked this castle, or no doubt her role in its fairings. He was never one for politics or politicians, they simply annoyed him. He didn't really care to say her name aloud, though the game of calling her 'majesty' would very quickly become dull, and anger on her part would only cause disobedience and impudence later, something he did not want to deal with in case of a fight. So he said nothing in response, except, "Probably should have taken the pants and boots as well. Uneven ground and unguarded feet could lead to a twist of the ankle, and I will charge if I have to carry you out of here."

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Parthenia watched in awe, stuned by the beauty. The bird's song was nothing like she'd ever heard and the flowers; oh the flowers! The moment she saw them spring into blood Paige immedieantly went for them, knelting beside the garden that was tended by one of the more careless maids in the kingdom. They had never looked so beautiful before. She tenderly touched one of the more lush roses, running a light finger over the ring of delicate petals carefully. Turning to Daniel she openned her mouth to exclaim how lovely they were, but quickly shut it, knowing she could not thank him with spoken words. All she could do was smile and smile she did; brightly and adoringly.

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Trifect didn’t say anything at first. Instead he just walked to a corner that had various canes in it. Selecting a silver cane with a golden handle he smiled. A gift from one of the royals for helping make sure that Alaizabel would never escape. It was true, when he found out about the plan to seal her, he “helped” them. At least it would have been a help had he not try to warn her and mixed some of his own dark magic in with their light magic. Yet even in doing so, he still was unable to awaken her for near 500 years. Pitiful. It wasn’t long after that, that he started putting on a limp. The lie about why changed over the years, yet eventually they just stopped asking. He did put the cane he was awarded away, for the day that she would awaken. He knew it would happen, and using their thank you gift when he really screwed them over, just seemed to have some sort of poetic justice to Trifect.

Trifect always generally walked with a limp, to sell the story of his own physical weakness. All a ploy of course, as he never once had a real limp in his lifetime. “When have you ever known me to be content with what I have, my liege? I wish to become strong and aid you in eradicating the weak. Some of my own kind may call it giving up my humanity... if only such a thing existed...” Trifect looked over as the shadows wrapped around Alaizabel. “They have more then one nowadays. It sickens me, and to be honest dressing a demon, whom they still look at as evil, up as a church goer, well that just sounds perfect to me.”

Trifect walked over to the door, and opened it. “I long to learn that lesson. As you wish, my liege. I will find the girl.” Walking through the door, he was transported instantly to a high tower that was used for his own personal library. It had grown into quite a vast collection over the years, though roughly half of them were really tomes for dark magic. He learned early on how to hide those. Any he didn’t wish to see what he was reading, simply would seem like he was reading any book. The one he was pretending to read now, was one he had read dozens of times. It would allow him to completely sell the lie, had the need ever arisen, not that it ever had in the past. Although this was at least the real book. He would need to think of an excuse to get the girl somewhere by herself. Well, he’d think of something. He was quiet good with thinking on his feet, especially when he was trying to impress Alaizabel.

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Anastasia

Anastasia shook her head.

"I can not waste time clashing blades with you - There is much more to be done with the Royal Army - In addition I have quite a force to lead...No time for games." She walked down the steps and towards the exit of the hall. The dark knight's cape flowed heavily behind her as she grew silent. She suddenly stopped in the middle before slightly turning her head in thought. She studied the two for a moment before speaking gently.

"I suggest you prepare youself..." She spoke to all three of them when she said that discreatly saying it because of the "other demon" but mainly of herself. Once she turned her head a dark grin grew, her movement once she started walking was confident. She grasped the handle when arriving at the door slightly freezing at as she pulled it open. The banshee was eager, excited yet patient. She had the chance to seal off the room in ice so thick no one could get out and a eternal freeze would await but there is too much unknown about the two captain of the guards to her and as usual Anastasia remains wise and studious to the situations.

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"I dislike pants, they cling and hinder my movement, and I try as hard as I can not to wear boots. They are clumsy, miserable things, and I much prefer to feel my surroundings than to guess at them." Aethyra was tired, and annoyed, and was not one for small talk, particularly with men. They had many things on their mind, most of which disgusted her, and the rest bored her.

"Though I do not doubt of your skill, I have no qualms that I could turn a blade against you if you were to attack me at a given moment. It was merely kindness that kept me from taking the man's sword as well." Glancing over her shoulder at the man, she kept her tone monotonous, her eyes steely, "And if I did not think you a smart enough man not to attack me whilst I bore myself, I would not have done so. As much as you detest it, you have a kind sort of shine in your eye, under the murder and smart comments."

Facing forward again, she stared straight into the blackness, enjoying the creeping dankness that began to crawl across her skin the lower they walked. "And I shall ask that you do not call me child. I am no such thing."

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Dorian approached the woman with the claymore from behind. she seemed interesting, so he felt he should test her strength. she did smell like magic, which interested him a little. he had never been one for the arcane arts; men should fight with their fists, because a real man belongs in the fight to begin with. His knuckles were already crackled, and he set a heavy hand on her shoulder "We all wish to do it, you know. Be smart about this; even the strongest armies need allies." He grinned with a grin of blood lust. "even I appreciate sharpness of wit in battle. stupidity will only get you killed"

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Daniel finished his performance, bowing to her. The birds faded, and the flowers began to loose her luster; all but a single lily that he plucked. He held out the long-stemmed, white flower and tucked it into her hair. He smiled "you deserve something as lovely as you, Madame Paige." He held out a hand with a charming smile, both of his hands still glowing with residual energy like a recently turned off lightbulb

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Paige smiled as he slipped the flower behind her ear, her cheeks colored gracefully. "Thank you, Sir Daniel. I adore your gift, though I am no Madame." she said, her fingertips lightly brushing the lily as if to assure herself it was there and this was not a dream. Suddenly there was a crack of thunder and Paige looked up to see dark, violent clouds covering the sky. "Oh dear," Paige said, watching as a flash of lighting lit up the sky and looking quite uneasy, "We ought to return to the castle. Being caught in a storm like this is a misreable idea."

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Alaizabel smiled at his comment.
"Giving up your humanity... what a delightful idea." She murmured, giggling at the thought of tearing every last slither of emotion from inside their pathetic souls, making them empty and lifeless... how beautiful a sight that would be.
She watched him transport, following him through the shadows and gazing upon the collection of books.
That was one thing she admired about humans, in fact the only thing she admired. One thing they were good at was collecting knowledge, with her kind the gifts were passed down through the generations through inheritance and training, they had no need to contain their knowledge nor allow any other creatures to know it... part of what made them so dangerous was that nobody knew exactly what they could do. So for some humans to learn some of the greatest secrets passed down for years between demons just through studying a book? It was not only unimaginable, it was impressive. Even slightly menacing.
It wasn't often humans could be considered a threat.
Something suddenly clicked in the back of her mind and Alaizabel turned to the door. Without looking at him, she spoke to Trifect.
"Use the shadows to contact me when the girl is ready, there is something I need to check on first. And Trifect... watch where you use your powers. I don't know if you've realised but there is another demon in this castle and while I am not fully recovered she could be a threat." Her eyes slide back to the Chancellor, now pitch black with her shadow magic. "You are my most powerful weapon at the moment, I don't intend to lose you because of a slip up."
She spoke with the same gentle and sweet tone as before but now there was a hint of danger to it that only he would be able to detect.
Trifect knew the trouble that could be caused with a demon around, Alaizabel had ensured that 500 years ago, so she didn't expect him to make any mistakes but with another demon here she couldn't take risks.
With that, she vanished into the shadows, deciding to track down this other demon and find out how much of a threat she could be.

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Alain actually laughed at her words, "Even if you were to have retrieved the guard's blade and turned it on me, if my intention was to end your life, or to take advantage of you, there would be no time with which you could. I do not take the time to let my opponent know I am coming. I was merely suggesting that you do not cavort about in such..." he twirled his hand for a moment, searching for the right word, "I suppose telling clothes would be the right words. That nightgown was hardly the kind of thing a woman of your calibur should go about meeting strange men in dungeons in." Again, his tone became slightly edged, but not so much as the first time. He had not neglected to notice her figure, as they had talked face to face. The look to her body, lithe muscles instead of bulging ones, quick and sure movements, suggested she was probably a good hunter as she had mentioned, though he did not know of what nonsense she spoke of in 'feeling' her surroundings. Hunter, perhaps; she was no wolf, though. Again he did not respond to her comment of names and titles. He only used the names of those he saw as equals. He had not seen this girl do anything remarkable; all he had seen so far was mediocre bargaining skills. He frowned a little, remaining silent. Her steely gaze was misplaced; if she was attempting intimidation, neither status nor her current unarmed state helped her in that regard, though he was perplexed by her statement of kindness. He was not unkind, per se. Self-centered and self-serving, perhaps. But he didn't go around and wantonly slaughter innocents. Showing kindness just wasn't a trait most looked for in assassins or thieves.

As they descended lower into the darkness, a feeling of...wrongness swayed over him. Normally he wrapped himself in darkness, both to hide and to strike, but here it felt...almost tainted...off, "Hmm...there is something amiss here. I cannot say what, but I feel it...what is it you hope to find, down here? You never said." Alain was not afraid. Wary, but not afraid. He did not trust this place or this darkness, and he would only stay as long as was necessary. But for now, he would guard the girl. He pudt a hand on her shoulder to stop her, "I think our path is clear from here. Down and down, yes? I will take lead. Watch our backs." He drew one dagger, the other hand falling to his knife belt. He knew not what lurked in this...forsaken place, but he hoped they did not meet it.

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Aethyra chose not to comment on his claims of power. She had no doubt he was extremely skilled, but she also had pride in the fact that she could at least excape his grasp, if not a blade. He reminded her a bit of a raccoon: smart, sneaky, thoughtful, easily aggrivated, but you need only be nimble and loud to escape him. Nearly grinning, she shook her head and followed him as he passed her, pressing herself against the wall so his body could not brush hers.

She explained to him her nightmares; the constant darkness, how she cowered as a child each night, but the previous night had been different. She had released it somehow, and did not want it searching. Silently, she added to herself how it searched for innocence, and while Aethyra herself was innocent, she was cold and calculating, not exactly interesting to a darkness such as that. It would search for someone such as Parthenia, and Aethyra would not let the girl be hurt.

"I am merely here to find out what has plagued me, I do not ask for bloodshed today. If it is neccesary, then it is neccesary, but I'd otherwise like to keep this clean." Her shoulder burned from where the weight of his hand had pressed against her skin, even through the tunic. It bothered her. Something was strange about this man. She found herself nearly unable to look him in the eye, and when he spoke to her, her tongue became thick and heavy. Was it possible he had poisoned her somehow, or perhaps even cursed her?

Glancing down at the rough tunic she'd stolen from the guard's body, she mentally cursed herself. Of course it was more comfortable to move around in, but she looked a fool. It fell barely below her knees, had no cinch nor ribbon to make it actually fit her; she looked a child playing dress-up in her elder brother's clothes. With a quiet curse, she wrapped her cloak tighter around herself and continued down, biting her tongue.

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Alain took no notice of her pressing herself against the wall to stop him from so much as brushing against her. He listened to her dreams and under different circumstances would have called it all childish...yet he could not deny the icy feeling of dead fingers crawling under his skin, digging at his spine. He pushed the feeling aside (as best he could, anyway) and let out a contemplative 'hmm'. He could hear her fidgeting with something (what on god's earth it was, he had no idea) and turned to look at her. He snorted a little as he realized the dead man's tunic was bothering her. With a roll of his eyes, he untied his sash, slid the coin purse from the belt, and pushed the sash into her hand, "If it helps, use this, lest you wake the dead." He said, not necessarily irritated, but not exactly complacent. Every sound, when he was escorting someone, was important. Even the faintest snap of twig or clomp of boot could signify enemies. Her bare feet did at least hide her footsteps, though he could only imagine how cold the stones must be at this depth. He shook his head slightly. Why did he care? He brushed the thought aside again; he didn't, "I do not like to take my fights face to face. Some would call it cowardly, but I rely on speed, stealth, and skill. I do not hide behind heavy armor or brute strength. When I strike, it is sure and quick. As such, knowing where an enemy is, whether by sight or sound, is imperative. Just as in hunting, quiet is necessary. But that does not mean I am incapable of fighting face to face." He said, though he wasn't sure if he was reassuring her, or something else.