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Void to feel,
Broken the wheel.
I am the reason you feel,
the reason you feel,
the reason you feel no more.
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Althalos was very aware that the incubus was on his heels and very annoyed that he interrupted him in such a fashion. The hunter wasn't a mind reader, but he had learn to read body language very well. Whatever the case was, Althalos didn't really give two shits. He was here on business, mostly, and since the prince wasn't here to see his own gift, the second in command would tend to it in his stead. Quickly and quietly the wound their way down the stairs and into the darkness of the basements below. This was where the dungeons were and where Althalos' prisoner was currently being held. Behind him, he could feel Arceus become tense with obvious dislike for the place and the hunter could guess why. Since it was a well known fact that Arceus was an incubus, Althalos knew the man had originally come from hell, which supposedly was located at the earth's center. Demons were supposedly naturally uncomfortable underground..or at least if they originated from hell instead of being born on earth.
Still, the second in command held his nerves and followed him down into the lowest part of the block where few were kept unless they were dragons or other powerful mythical creatures. The dragon Althalos had chosen this area was for two reasons: one was due to the fact that very few traveled this far down and the second was he needed room. Upon entering the chamber, he moved out of the way so the demon could enter. It was a chamber normally used for dragons, but it was currently occupied by one small girl in the middle. At first glance, it seemed as if she were dead, but she was clearly breathing upon closer inspection. She was suspended in the center by three dark colored chains: one around each of her wrist and one around her neck. Around her hanging body, the floor was covered in blood that created Enochian symbols, bounding her to that once spot. Even if she somehow escaped the chains, the dog wouldn't make it pass the symbols.
At first, Arceus merely seemed confused by the scene. With a small sigh, Althalos turned to him to explain. "She isn't as she appears. What you see before you is Death's dog, better known as a hellhound or a black dog. She's a gift to your prince for his recent achievements and victories. This dog should keep him safe from death if..properly trained." At first, the incubus said nothing; he merely continued to stare at the petite female as if not believing what she was. After a moment, his attention finally turned to Althalos. "Well done. You've..out done yourself, really. She's quite a catch. I'm sure his majesty will be pleased and will reward you greatly." Without so much as a thank you, the hunter nodded his head once in acceptance then turned to leave the chamber. Arceus stayed behind for now, still in awe of the being before him.
Now that his main duty was complete, Althalos made his way back to the ball. Although he hadn't been invited, he was sure no one would complain, and even if they would, Arceus was sure to 'fix' any problem now that he had actually seen the gift first hand. Ignoring the maids and servants as he entered, the hunter headed straight for the table where drinks were being served. Picking up a glass of the finest wine offered, he took a sip from the chalice before allowing his bright blue-green hues to roam. Many people from many places crowded the room; some the hunter recognized, others he didn't even care to know. Off in a far corner in a private seating area sat the second in command's dragon and her fae maid. It seemed they were having a small conversation amongst themselves. Despite the amount of time Althalos had served the prince, he never formally met the she-dragon, having always gone through Arceus since he was the fast ticket to the prince. Despite whatever they were speaking of, Althalos decided to make his way over. Some of the crowd along the edge scurried to get away from him as if he emitted some form of power or barrier, but he ignored them. "So I finally get to meet the famous Allirea. A pleasure. My name is Althalos, although I'm sure you've heard of me." His voice was soft and his eyes gleamed with something mysterious and unknown. Most would flee from just the feel of his aura, as the crowd did before, but creatures of power, such as dragons, tended to be a bit more resistant to the feeling.
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Touch the taste,
the empty embrace.
I am the reason you run,
the reason you run,
the reason you run from here.