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A look of amusement came over Natalie's soft pale visage. "My good man I don't wish to harm you," she said her words annunciated perfectly. She put her slender hand back on the dagger and in a few quick motions made a pentagram on the table. She took the dagger and cut one of her finger tips letting the thin green fluid drip onto the center of the pentagram. She smiled and looked up at him her smile quickly fadeing as she saw the rain. She snaped her uncut fingers and the pentagram glowed and from it sprung forth a tiny imp, no bigger than a pencil. She grabed the imp by it's tail and handed it to Devon. "Thanks for not running," she said almost sheepishly turning her head away so her sleek black hair covered her face.

((it's a little demon that looks like a human only has hors and long ears and uses magic.)) Natalie was alittle taken aback by his statement. "I'm dead why wouldn't you be afraid of me? Every ones afraid of me thats just how it goes," she said he voice trailing off near the end. She pushed her black hair beneath her ear and smiled at him. She lost many things in her undeath but the one thing she kept was her beautiful teeth. Natalie could not explain how she felt. She was happy and almost embarassed but her heart did not beat fast as it once did when she was alive. She sighed and looked at him her face neutral, "My names is Natalie." She looked down at her feet and then at the eye that was imbeded in her left hand. She looked back up at Devon and smiled.

Natalie understood to some extent what Devon was saying. She too has found people that are happy in times of great sorrow scary. "Thanks my dad," she began to say but stopped mid sentence. Her father was not a subject Natalie wished to dwell on seeing he is the reason for her curse. She shook her head, her hair coming out from behind her ear, "pretend you didn't hear me say that." Natalie sighed and looked down at her left palm and at the only eye she really had. An eye that saw more into the demon world than the one she "lived" in. "So," she said trying to start a new conversation, "what would you be?"

Natalie raised her eyebrows in surprise and was about to lash out at him be decided against it. "My father made me this way. He slipped an elixer into my food one night and it ended up killing me. Well it killed me for a bit but I kinda came back." She rembered that night when she had come back to life and how painfull it was. Her veins felt like they had liquid metal flowing through them, her skin and organs felt like they got ripped out and put back in wrong. She tried to cry that night but no tears came, and when she put her hands to them to see why no tears flowed she felt empty sockets, her father took her eyes for some other potion he could make. "I doubt you can make me whole again. I tried to have priests heal me but I am now damned, the powers of God don't feel good to me nor do they heal. They burn my flesh and put me in unending pain, I fear I will be undead forever. Thats kinda the reson I went into demonic arts in the first place. If God couldn't help me maybe demons can," she sighed a bit and put her hands on her unbeating heart. "You don't know the pain I've been through, fallen angel or not," she said taking her hands from her chest and moving them to a chair which she sat in.

Natalie smiled at Devon. It was cute that he was trying to help her. "Thanks but no thanks," she said looking up at him, her empty sockets meeting his eyes. "I'm not ashamed of what I am. Sure I could look like everyone else and fit in perfectly but I wish I didn't have to. If they judge me based on how I look they're not worth my time." She smiled again at Devon and desummoned the tiny imp.

Natalie raised a single eyebrow at Devon as he stared at her. "Just cause I'm dead doesn't mean you can look at my brests," she said stiffling a giggle. "Come on want to go outside and use some magic?" she asked standing up and turning to leave the liabrary. "I promise I won't hurt you, on purpose." she giggled a bit and left the library heading to the courtyard.

Pushing open the glass door Luna let herself into the library. Deep cerulian eyes looking left and right as she gazed around. Curious as to how many books this library actually held. It looked to be in the hundred thousand. White furred ears laid back abit as she turned and looked around. She needed something to take her mind off everything..perhaps she could read up on berserkers if they had such a book.

Heading up the stairs she began to browse around. Eyes darting left and right as she tried to find the perfect book..Something caught her eye..a music book. Setting her violin case down she pulled out the book and began to look threw it. Finding the book with the song that Josie wanted her to play. Taking the book and her violin she headed over to a table and began to study it.

Aruva walked up to the front of the liabrary, he snorted to himself know it was less than half of the liabrary Silvermoon had before The Scar. Still books were books so he pushed the doors open and walked past the many rows of books. Sources of magic was his poison today and with it hopefully he could fulfill his craving for magic. It was doubtful but one had to hope. He walked past rows of books until his senses went aflame with the taste of magic in the air. He turned and tracked it down, a spell book it seemed. He scoffed at how poor the source was but magic was but it was still magic. He lifted his hand and placed it on the cover of the book, blue lights travled from book to hand but ended quickly, with it the words of the book were stripped clean.