Along the deck of the black and red ship known to some as the ghost repairing vessel known as the Asper, withholding some of the weirdest beings known in the prefecture known as Samara, it's ties to the city were vast and yet minimal in scale to other places they'd ventured. Standing along the deck of this ship was a lone figure, it was tall in form and slender in build and frame. Long white tresses flowed gently against the strong back of the man that came into view. Holding upwards to the sun's light, a pale toned arm, painted in darkness; markings and symbols readable only by those that worshiped or had studied them. Laced within the figure's fingers a solid golden chain wrapped and weaved through his clawed hand, slowly being pulled up with each turn and twist of his wrist, allowing the double circled hourglass to twirl slowly before dropping down, giving the chain slack while staring into it's craft. The light gleamed from the glass that it was covered in, the golden rings circled the small figure while lavender eyes stared upwards, glistening from the suns light as well.
Turning he looked towards the streets of the city, the sun's light was shining, although it was being caught by the horizon and slowly sinking for the day. Grasping the trinket in his hand and rolling his hand over to stare at it once more, now resting in his pale hand. Taking a deep breath his eyes shut and when they opened a single red orb was glowing from the left side, and the right side of his face his eye was purple, glowing much like the left one. "Now...now where did you find that?" The voice rang out, it was, he was talking to himself. Something that he'd done since he'd made contact on the ship. "I think I should ask you where you found it." His head began to shake and slowly a sinister laugh escaped his pale lips. "Don't worry about that, let me crush it." The man's hand clenched around the trinket hard, squeezing it, it was then a quick recoil came from him and the trinket went flying back along with his hand. Luckily for the one the chain had been wrapped and twisted around his wrist, keeping it to his body. "Goddammit Metal!" The other yelled at him. Another laugh came from him, a small raise came from his body as he continued to laugh and at the same time speak to himself. "What's the matter?" "I'm going to make you hurt and squirm, you know what you really want to do. Give in, give in to it all, let it out." Again his arm flew backwards, while he'd been speaking to well, himself his fingers had been pulling the chain back to his hand. This time however his form hit the deck of well the deck. Forearms slamming down against the wooden floor of the ship, his knees slowly pulling up to his chest and stretching back out as he crawled along the deck to the nearest railing.
[******** off." Another laugh came from him, his body was aching, it seemed Raziel had been up to a lot in the past couple of days, hell Metal didn't even know what he'd been doing. This place, this ******** city, the loathing feeling he had in his stomach. The magical portals that ran throughout the city, the runic symbols completely hidden within the ink and tattoo's that adorned his arm, chest, neck and back they had faltered. The magic subduing the purpose of these symbols to keep the vampire's psyche in tact, allowing the vampire known as Metal to be dominate. The magic was stopping the process that Metal had started once he found out about Raziel, the magic that so many thought was a wonderful pleasure and luxury was hell for his mind; the constant yelling had returned, the sweet whispers of madness and torture seeped into his ears from the other side, the dark space within his brain that hid the real monsters that made Metal. It had to be stopped, reversed, and this trinket unknown to the others was a tool of such power.
Having reached the railing his right hand moved up clinging to it as his fingers wrapped along the side, slowly attempting to pull himself from the floor he'd thrown himself upon. White hair draped over his body, covering most of him, though at the root of his strands what looked like blood began to slowly creep out along his hair as if he'd began to bleed from his skull. Raziel was coming. "Haha...hehehe, you're just pathetic, there's nothing you've ever been able to do to stop me." Raziel continued to speak to him, his own lips mouthing the words as they spewed out laced with poison in tone. "Kill them....Kill them!.....Kill them!!" Metal's body half way to his feet slammed down his body lunging into the railing punishing himself knowing that it would also hurt Raziel. "I'm getting rid of you....you're going aw-.." [******** off blood sack." Raziel interrupted, not really caring for what Metal thought. Throughout the small scuffle Metal/Raziel's hand was clenched to the trinket, holding it close to his person as he fought with himself. "C'mon Metal don't you want to let go...you used to embrace this feeling, letting go. I used to not have to persuade you into....painting a masterpiece." Another sick laughter escaped his body before slowly turning and holding himself up with the railing.
His claws began to dig into the wood, it wouldn't take long for the ship to begin to repair itself, his body slumped forward while he contemplated his thoughts, mostly having a mental battle with himself. Long hair flowed down the front of his body, it was dark and burst forth in color from its normal lifeless white, the blood red color flowed freely now. Raising up slowly his eyes peered barely from behind the red tresses of fallen hair while he slowly pushed himself up back onto the flat of his feet. Slender frame arching back upwards to stand straight up, hands slowly raising up just barely to allow his arms to arc downward and horizontally, fingers pulled away from each other all the while his pale lips slowly opened, large white fangs showed forth from his face with the glowing light of the red jewel like orbs shining from behind the curtain of red hair. "I'm....Baaack." His lips curled upwards in a small muscle twitch, a deep and insane laugh slowly poured from his pale lips. Eyes now darting to his right hand and wrist, the trinket, it was time now. Having argued with Metal from a mental state, Raziel no longer wanted to destroy the trinket, he wanted to use it; it's purpose hidden only to him but its reprecussion's would be infamous. It was then from the distance, a figure began to appear.