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Everyone looks at them...him...Chronos strangely and Yuzuki shakes her head. "No time to ask now..." She mutters. and then looks at Melfice. "Are YOU okay?" "I... I'm.. Not hurt.... really... it'... it's just.... I'm tired..... oh so tired..... and... I feel a little... sick..." Yuzuki puts her hand to his forehead. "A little?! Good lord, you're burning up!" She picked him up and brought him to a bed. Menos is nowhere to be seen.

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A little after, there's a little talk in Melfice's room, he's still laying down, he looks like he's about to nod off to sleep. "I'm feeling a little... down. Ryudo can... tell you. I let him see... so just..." "Alright." Menos is standing at the door, not going inside, still in a childish form.

There's the usual flash of light, and Ryudo's sitting up in the bed., He looks sick too, but not as bad as Melfice,. "Oh.. So... what do you want to know?" "The fight. what happened?" "It's... kind of fuzzy. We saw it through Valmar's eyes and it was all a rush. a very long rush of fight. but before... when azazel used the S.E, he... sorta... it looked like he burst into a blood-red flame." "A... a flame?" "Yeah... But you could tell it was him. He didn't burst into flame, it was like he turned into it. And the fight... just... a rush. and adrenaline and esctasy... we won in the end and Azazel looked like he was starting to burn out or something. like a dying ember. and then he sealed Valmar and Melfice's vision started to fail us. everything turned into a blur and then he transported us here, and just before we got here, I head him sigh." Ryudo looks away. "That's all I got. sorry." "...his body? would we be able ot get to it?" "Doubt it, he burst into flame, after all."

~~~~~let's see what's going on with him, shall we? (BTW< this is a couple days AFTER what's going on now, just to make Chronos more knowledgeable.)~~~~~


"Ugh...... my... my... ugh... my everything." He sat up, his body protesting against moving. He was in a bed, in a small room, dressed in a desert demons clothes. But... he was pretty sure he was a human, after looking at himself. his skin was tanned, he had no horns, and no tattoos on his face. in a mirror, his eyes were red, yes, but had human pupils. He scratches his head and runs his fingers through his curly black hair, there's sand in it. He lies back down. "Okay." He says to himself. "So, my name is- A... AZ... Az.. el... huh?" it was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't get himself to say or remember it. He kept thinking. it felt as if his memories were right in front of him, but pulled away every time he reached for them. He lay back down, his head hurting. An older looking female desert demon opens the door. not exactly senile, but not exactly young. Maybe 40. her hair is sleek and straight, and has a very pretty face, red symbols that seemed familiar were under her eyes. "Oh, you're awake. I thought you were a goner, it's been 3 days." She smiles. "Where am I?" he asks, wondering if she can answer. She sits beside his bed, in a chair. "Shin'en. A small town on the outskirts of Rekka. a demon town actually." Shin'en.... that name sounded painfully familiar. "i found you on the way back to my home, looks like you drifted in from the shifting sands. you were covered in blood. who are you?" "... I don't know. but I think my name is Azriel." He says, a shot in the dark. Almost... but not quite right. "Oh... amnesia, huh? well you can stay here, Azriel." "What's your name?" "Me? Oh, I'm Cerridwen Niad Iruel. Just call me Cerri." Iruel... Azriel mouths out that word, it was nagging at him. "Your things are on the table over there. I found it odd, a human wearing our clothing. Well, come downstairs when you want." She says, standing up and leaving. Azriel gets up, his body sore and not wishing to move.He looks at the items that were appearently his. A deck of cards missing one, a small bottle with a little snake in it, a small satchel of gold and other trinkets, and something that really caught his eye. a white dagger, fitted on a chain. he fingered the blunt side of it's cool blade. This... this really was important, he could tell.

Menos in his child form was suddenly standing in the door. He looked at the highly organized horde that had accumulated during Azazel's 'career'. Just a small amount of it was in this room, since it was scattered around the laberenth like house. "... what you looking for?"

"...hm... I'd look in Azazel's actual room. that's where he kept all the actual powerful stuff." Menos says. "I'll take you to it, but don't mess it up too much." He says, as if he thought if Azazel came back he'd get mad if his room was a mess.

Indy just happened to chance walking by Chronos. although he couldn't see what wa going on, he was curious enough to tug down his blindfold. His green eyes analysed what he was looking at, trying to find the rift, and with his superiour vision, he examined everything with much detail, but he didn't manage to find it. His crossed pupils seemed to change in size and turn depending on what he was looking at, if it was far away, they turned left and went small, closer, turned to the right and got a little bigger. Sort of like a camera lens on zoom. He tugged his blind back down and looked in Chronos's general direction again. "Are you alright..?"
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Menos pointed at the farthest room down the hall, the one closed off with black curtains since there were no actual doors. The room is clean, as expected, like a photo from a magasine or something. Shelves on the walls are arranged with all sorts of trinkets, weapons of sorts are on stands in a neat row. The only thing that seems relitively untidy was a black writing desk in the corner, the chair askew and papers sort of scattered, but restrained to the desk. Instruments of sorts are in what looks like a second closet, the blanket that usually covered it was open, maybe Azazel was careless for once and left it open, although, that seemed unlikely. More shelves, with more trinkets, but these seemed like instruments of sorts. drums, ocarinas with various numbers of holes, a koto, flutes made of different materials, harps, and some other instruments that most people wouldn't be able to name. some papers are scattered around in the instrument-room, scores of notes, songs, perhaps ones azazel had written himself at that desk. Menos had begun to wander around the room , and looks compelled. "That's strange." He mutters, and walks over to the desk. He opens a couple drawers and his eyes widdden at something. he hurridly and hopefully unnoticed, stuffs something into his pocket, looks like a journal of sorts, and then closes the drawer quickly.

Menos looked up, he was rummaging around the room, keeping it neat at the sme time. Walking passed the bed, he had a strange feeling, and bends down, reaching under it. His fingers touch a package. "Under the bed? Azazel's not the type to shove stuff under the bed." He pulls it out. "Huh?" It has Menos's name written on it in Azazel's neat, smooth cursive calligraphy writing. He looks at it for a while, wondering wether or not he should open it. He put it down on the bed, and looks over at Eclipse. "Really? I thought it was just some old harp. Azazel probably knew better." Menos took the package off the bed, and looked at it again. "It has my name on it. should be okay to open, right?"

(No I didn`t. O_o but Azazel can play all the instruments he has. Menos can play a few.)

``The only thing I can think of is that it`s my birthday, but that`s not really that special, is it. `` MEnos looks over. ``Look in the closet again, there should be a normal one.`` He says, meaning a harp.

"Oh." Menos opens the package, there's two sets of clothes, one for child and one for an adult, but both for menos. And a note. He picks it up and starts reading it. "Looks like it was for mybirthday. He meant to give it to me."