Zetsubo-Chan
It wouldn't be long until there was another knock on the door. Well, three to be precise. Then regardless if someone answered the door, the red clad hero would walk into the house and into the living room where the commotion seemed to be and looked over the people there. He would have greeted the butler upon entering, but he had more pressing matters at hand, seeing the sergal. He nodded, before stating. "
You were at the new years party, weren't you? I wish to know about the host of that party." He turned his attention to the rest of the people for a moment. His expression was rather serious, though some might consider it harsh. It appears that he brought his family, which only means that either the broke it off with Harumda, or something very dangerous is about to happen. Maybe both. Maybe neither. It could just be a social visit he guesses. He turned his gaze to the neko. He thought about him for a minute, before his expression suddenly lightened. "
I don't think we've met, I'm Nero." There, greeting enough, he turned his attention back to Redmane. "
So, anything you could tell me is greatly appreciate."
(( That's true I guess. >w>;; I might be able to make some more plushies... Though the fact that Zetsu downed all those pills might have helped to make him a plushie... So if you want more you'll probably have to force people to down a s**t ton of mystic pills... ))
Redmane gave him a brief, blank stare.
"Might want to sit down, this will take time." he said, and then flew into an explanation: He, Harumda, and many other demons were from Avalon, a world of King Arthur's making to shield his kingdom from the might of the Blood which had previously been sealed above the city. He went on to say that Harumda had once been the greatest Lord the Warrior demons had known. Unmatched in combat, strategy, tactics. He left, over their petty squabbles and contests. Fast forward some time, and Harumda had gained other might - the Mantle of Temperance, granting him massive defensive strength, and now, the Lordship of the Warriors. The Mantle, he said, copied each soul that wore it, taking memories, powers, and capabilities. Those that held the Lordship held all those soul copies, and could access them without a thought.
He went on. Aiden had been Lord for some time. Thusly, Harumda weilded the might Aiden held. All his capability, which was already enourmous, and all his skill with weapons and magic - and every single other Lord's power as well.
"That iron skin was a power of the Lord that came before Aiden. There's others, as well. We have not even begun to see the full might that he can swing." he said, "And he has an army greater than Whitehaven's, in the Beasts." he said. "I cannot withdraw them - the Beasts and the Warriors are now inextricably connected. To even come here was a massive risk. One I hope plays out for the best."
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